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      Take stock in this word

      often too seldom heard.

      Quietly suffering, most people don’t know

      how to direct encouraging word flow

      making thoughts locomote

      using minds that devote

      much effort not to sour

      but to lift and empower.

      May this written word euphony

      birth the greatest symphony

      of thoughts that crescendo

      with a silence… near the end though.

      So slumber, get

      blanketed in a net

      woven with satisfactions

      from the day’s positive interactions.

       Good night Moon Children after participating in a spectacular day’s rise.

       May tonight’s sleep again award peace and rejuvenation’s prize!

      THERE B STORIES IN WORD?

      Email From A Blind Woman Once Fearing A Storm…

      Email From A Blind Woman Once Fearing A Storm…

      Dearest World:

       I was born blind…

      So what’s the big deal? Some people are born without limbs. I feel so sorry for them because they don’t have my gift of insight through five heightened other senses!

      Maybe they feel sorry for me too because their deficits grant advantages unknown to me. Wait, I just heard the answer from a quadriplegic. There’s one sending me a message now from fields in Bosnia…

      However, that’s besides the point of this story: I was petrified of thunder and lightening! It rendered me a quivering helpless bowl of congealed chicken gravy!

       Did I mention I was born blind?

      I suffered from Astrapophobia. Why can’t Psychiatrists have simpler names for this like other phobias, e.g. a fear of obesity is called obesophobia? Really! And thanks to doctors, society has now developed a fear of long words-Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia. Yes, they’ve even pulled out of their proverbial black bags a word for that!

       My reasons for being an astrapophobic blind woman were simple:

      I had this recurring dream where I was struck by lightening rendering me sighted! The thunder was so noisy. I was scared. Running and blind, I’d get bumped and bruised. I’d trip then fall scampering trying to hide anywhere- even under the bed when sheets couldn’t protect enough from contact’s strike.

      I awakened fatigued, bleeding and bruised in actuality! In my dream, my cherished five senses stopped functioning. I became irrational. Inexplicably upon awakening, I was still in this state! Blood stained sheets didn’t help either.

       I remembered feeling scared losing all advantages I’d come to depend on having been born blind.

      Silly fear…sillier dream you say? It was so real and the occurrences were unpredictable. I’d go months to almost a sometime year without one! Then unexpectedly, out of nowhere would come that most horrible repetitive nightmare! And with vivid color palette so real, it burned its spectrum onto my long damaged retina!

      What would a woman blind since birth know about that? I read about it in Braille! I couldn’t really convey what color looked like until the dreams…

      Every time lightening struck me,

      I saw more color, more object forms.

      Shouldn’t this have made me eager in life

      to pursue all lightening storms?

      A more sensible person would have held a large umbrella with affixed conductive metals dangling. They would have stood under a tree in a storm in a puddle with metallic shoes on. I’ll now admit that I wasn’t quite normal! Oddly, having visited the dreams so much,

      I knew red appropriately described anger

      and blood lost by countless soldiers lying down.

      I imagined fields blanketed in that color seeing

      arrested tears in the eyes of dead on the ground.

       On a brighter note, red could have implied passion’s heat!

      Thinking about it that way made me feel hot

      in a place read about, never actually seen

      but I’ve washed most definitely in that spot!

      I’m blushing. Give me a brief

       moment to collect myself…

      I must think of another color

      storing that one high up on a shelf…

      Blue was as calm as it sounded but conflicted.

      It represented peace of mind, tranquility

      cloudless skies, bottomless clear seas.

      That color also had such great utility.

      On the other hand, its weight

      got you down making you

      drag depressed, despondent.

      Conflicted, was the color blue!

      Many others had symbolically contrasting meanings:

      Yellow implied cowardice

      but also being happy and bright,

      it lent its restorative gifts

      powered by Heaven’s sunlight…

      Black signified demonic things.

      Yet every business man

      desiring a business in the black,

      sought out a strategic plan!

      White meant purity with references to

      heaven used interchangeably by some.

      But when afraid turning this color

      enticed those same believers to run!

      I could go on but I know you must get my point. Why did I know such colorful things born with a history of literal actual sight?

      Hence, I was frightened

      by vivid dreams,

      of thunder’s thumps,

      of lightening streams.

      My psychiatrist couldn’t explain it.

      Thought working overtime, she’d try.

      Scientist probing must produce answers

      lest losing patience, patients might die!

      Paradoxically, every time the dream came, colors vividly hurt blinded eyes! Too loud thunder jiggled my internal organs jiggled when it struck. I’d had this dream for countless years. My long time Pastor, confidant and friend said it was possibly a premonition and that I shouldn’t have taken it in the literal sense. Admitting some dreams had meanings, he delivered up a small sermon along with various interpretations:

       “My child you could be the instrument

      

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