Remember those pulses?
Last night, I dreamt as I usually do. Then I felt a familiar sensation inside me while I was in a dream. I can't remember it, but I remember the sensation.
Yes, the pulses came into my dreams.
I don't mind at all.
These pulses are not goosebumps. A touch, a song, a thought can spark goosebumps. These pulses, however, come as they please. Sometimes softly, sometimes furiously. Always naturally.
All I do is be, and they come. It is a sensation I have never, ever felt before in my life.
I know who the source is.
Namaste
Om mani padme hum
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