[Breathe…]
He was five years old again… Both parents towering over him in church…They were telling him he would lead the future generations closer to heaven on earth.
His little heart started pounding with fear…
“I cannot lead!”
“I am far from being good enough!”
“I cannot even control my own feelings half the time.”
“Can’t you hear me?!”
“I’m only five!”
[Noah was quite a self-aware young man in this dream]
“How can I lead anyone anywhere if I don’t know where I’m going?”
“This is insane!”
Fear building inside.
His parents moved in closer, gliding toward their frightened child…pushing an entire future on him without even consulting him first! He wasn’t even close to being able to do what they asked of him. Didn’t they care? Why were they not listening or understanding?
If he was any other age, would they have bothered to listen to him then? Would his future age earn him the respect he was unable to get while still five? Age should NOT matter!
Noah found himself running, constantly looking over his shoulder.
His parents were gliding faster!
He ran straight off a cliff…
Falling…
Stomach dropping…
His tiny heart quieted…
Moment of Peace.
“This must be what birds feel like.”
Falling to his death…The fear morphed into a level of acceptance.
As his poor little child-sized heart stopped…He awoke.
Into The Mystic, Ash 