It’s a Time Storm. This is my attempt to describe and explain what is probably indescribable.
It looks like I’ve been sent on a personal Memory Lane Scavenger Hunt. Dot Dot Dot. Cherchez La Femme would seem to be behind it. Who’s that girl along for the ride with the many faces over the years ? It started last year when an Amazon delivery lady said you need to follow the dots.
Dot Dot Dot.
When We Were Young.
When I Were A Nipper Dot Dot Dot.
The Good Old Days but were they really the Good Old Days ? I remember being told as a child ‘These are the best years of your life’ and thinking WTF. ‘Then the whining schoolboy with his satchel. And shining morning face creeping like a snail. Unwillingly to school.’
‘Snapshots from a time when gobstoppers were a choke hazard’.
One facet to Follow Dotty is that I’ve come across a number of individuals recently who I am remembering from my past in this life time but I can tell they don’t remember me or at least at the conscious level. At a soul level I believe we recognise each other. I speak to a lot of people. And just to confuse matters I have met them more than a few times when they wore a different guise. And reincarnation would seem to be real. We bring our abilities with us on each visit and also the not so pleasant stuff such as past pain experiences still stuck in the soul. This a whole different ball game to normal though. We maybe dealing with the whole of linear time going backwards and forwards and up and down and whatever it does exactly. Circling back and forth and in and out and shake it all about. It’s always Now.
Forever is a long time !