Gloria Rising pg. 90

AUTOMATIC LETTER 63

Thursday night

Dear Adam,

Strange dreams tonight. Saw the woman with an extra eye in the middle
of her forehead and she said something kind of odd. She said, “Take
a wall with a door. No one has ever been beyond that wall. Perhaps they
never will. While the door remains closed anything you want can be on
the other side – a country, or hell or any scene imaginable. There can be
flowers or fires – grass, marble pillars, mountains, planets, cities beneath
the sea, now do you see?” Gloria shook her head, “I’m trying very hard
but I don’t know where this is leading to. The door’s been opened for me.
I’ve seen behind it already.” “You’ve seen what has been some imagination
and some truth,” replied the lady. “Now, you must see all the truth and it’s
going to take work and time. You must write your dreams, no matter how
silly they seem to you.” Then she ran off and I found myself in a fenced
in circus ground. The Ferris wheel spun slowly, dazzling the eyes with its
rows of colored lights. In fact every building, tent and caravan trailer was
brightly lit. The lights, the music, the looks of people created a certain kind
of magic I’d never expected. Music from a dozen sources was playing and
to my utmost surprise those hundreds of casually dressed people streaming
through the gates created great excitement with their anticipation of having
a wonderful time.
Flushed parents held fast to the hands of children who wanted to run
wild and explore and suddenly I remembered the great circus fire, I had
been too with my brother in Connecticut where hundreds had died, and
I remembered the little girl without a tombstone and glancing up, I saw
the Pyramid Lady who said, “See it’s not always imagination behind the
wall,” and she was gone again. Not much sense to this dream but there
it is.

Gloria’s Helper