Massage

For the first time in my life I went to have a massage. Deb told me she was having visions as she massaged my feet. She said that it was important that I take a drug from a woman who was living in a trailer. It would only be available that night. I went to her trailer, took the drug and started the trip that continues today.
The drug was ecstasy. Taken with much love, gratitude and attention, by myself, after a warming chamomile tea, cuddled in a quilt in her trailer bed. No music. No nothing except for a feeling of calm. I slipped into a dream.

I was wearing a blue dress with a belt, a wide brimmed hat, silk stockings and heels. I had a heavy gold charm bracelet on my right wrist. A white leather pursein my left hand. I stood on a train platform, hearing the sound of engines. The hiss of steam. The squeal of steel on steel. I knew that I had just gotten off of the train. The hem of my dress swirled behind me with the breeze of passing trains. The air was damp. The sun was shining at the left end of the platform. The concrete platform was lined, both left and right, as far as I could see, with very young men in Nazi uniforms. I knew where I was, in time and place. Berlin 1942. I was being escorted. I was to review the troops. I walked the line of officers (they were all so young!), putting my hand on each of their hearts, over rough wool uniforms. I looked in their eyes, and opened my heart to theirs. And wept inside.And gently smiled outside.

20 years later and that dream is as fresh as a hot biscuit just out of the oven.