Very few people know of this story that I am about to tell, but I guess that that is the very reason I am going to share it here on my blog. Because if I can’t simply get these thoughts out and written down here… then where? That said, here I go:
Starting from my childhood and for as long as I can remember, I have always had this feeling – this experience – of this unexplained sense of ‘Missing Something’ which later solidified into a sense of ‘missing someone’ and then further solidified into a sense of ‘Missing Someone’ and ‘Missing Him’ (capital letters for emphasis).
A definitive sense of a ‘Him’ and a ‘He’ and someone who was ‘Like Me’… and yet not and someone whom I know and/or knew… but who wasn’t… necessarily here in the ‘here and now’.
I dreamed of Him on and off – a faceless figure who grew up and aged in my dreams like my Dream Self was and/or my Real Self was and was frequently pictured with my mother – and though I was fearful of him at first the first few times I saw him as a very young child, I came to realize through my Dreaming that He was someone ‘familiar’ to me.