Lex
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It was night time and we were in a clearing I think I was sitting on a rock in the distance.
I was just watching, in front of me at the river/stream an angel, walked no more like paced the pebbles shoreline, 6 bright wings but no solid features, just form and legs pacing everything was still and quiet, no sounds but his pacing, the night was not dark or frightening, but bright and lovely, like it was painted in a palette of brilliantly dark and vibrant twilight tones.
I can not explain to do it justice.
I wanted to call out to the Angel but thought better of it, as they seemed to have a somewhat tedious and perplexing task that I couldn't fathom, so I watched meters away not entirely sure they knew I was there...
What is strange was how intense the energy was oppressive is the best word .
The dream shifted to something else but I don't recall it thay well
But this was vivid and stuck in my mind.
I was just watching, in front of me at the river/stream an angel, walked no more like paced the pebbles shoreline, 6 bright wings but no solid features, just form and legs pacing everything was still and quiet, no sounds but his pacing, the night was not dark or frightening, but bright and lovely, like it was painted in a palette of brilliantly dark and vibrant twilight tones.
I can not explain to do it justice.
I wanted to call out to the Angel but thought better of it, as they seemed to have a somewhat tedious and perplexing task that I couldn't fathom, so I watched meters away not entirely sure they knew I was there...
What is strange was how intense the energy was oppressive is the best word .
The dream shifted to something else but I don't recall it thay well
But this was vivid and stuck in my mind.