Nothing is what Lydia is to me now. Nothing. So exciting. So much fun. So Lydia, the woman, fades like grandmother's quilts. But this reality refuses to fade. There is always an image which takes her place. So there is no real woman here. Only an Angel. But she comes to me now in many forms. And I love her deeply and I serve her as only I can.
She dressed up in sad, lonely clothes one day and called me. She told me she was sick. And she wanted me to come and visit her.
But the night before I'd had a powerful dream. I was walking in the mountains. It was a narrow trail and as I was walking I came across a path that descended down into a beautiful garden. I followed the path. I found myself in that beautiful garden and looked around and wondered at its beauty.
Then fear and axiety came crashing in on me. I knew that I was trapped. I knew that it was a spider's web and that there was no escape from this garden, no way out.
And here it was spelled out so clearly in these images. The most beautiful garden had opened up and let me in. And yet the feeling of being trapped, the feeling of being captured, was overwhelming.
I woke with a start. What a dream!! I didn't get it at first. I thought about it all day. But then, I understood. It was clear that there is the path of fear and there is the path of love.
I knew that it come to me to make that choice. The choice was this: the path of love and the path of fear.