This was posted in a Skype chat room today, I republish with permission of the author. -AK
A Caribbean Sailing Adventure Aha!
by MCH Harper
My dream life last night gifted me the Answer to what has been niggling me since my arm was fractured in 2013. It's a definite AHA! upgrade.
Last night, before I drifted into the space between sleep and awake, I put it to the Uni and my Dream-Guide-Self to”come on, spill the beans”, tell me what I kneed to know!”
I'm grateful Now.
Preface- Believe me, I am going somewhere with this, trust me, but the following is for context:
In this current 3D lifetime, in the 1986, at age 36, I left everything-- all my sacred touchstones, everything and everyone I knew to be my havens of "safe" and familiar. I flew to Florida to go sailing with a handsome college professor who once taught sailing at a New England college, who then dropped out and became a wandering seafaring captain. Although he was someone I hardly spent any time with physically, I knew I was absolutely, totally, passionately, and most ardently IN LOVE with him. As the way of many romance novel formulas, I met this hero on a very steamy vacation in a foreign country. The only details I am willing to divulge is that it was in Cozumel Mexico, on New Years Eve, 1985.
The partner I manifested to share this part of my learning curve on the spiritual waters of Wake Up and Smell the Coffee, was an unbelievably magnetically attractive specimen of Masculinity at His Peak Potential. The perk for me was that he exuded intriguing myriad romance novel-like excitements and amusing traits. You name it, he commanded his domaine with funny, rogue-ish, intelligent but daring charm. Never coming down from the high I had from an unreal vacation amour, and after a 6-month phone romance, I made the decision to literally put down my vacuum cleaner and make the call. He begged me to go sailing with him. Being in love, and always wanting to travel, it didn't take much for me to cave. Three weeks later I flew away to be with him; having quickly sold my business, amicably left my marriage but kept our friendship. Leaving behind too all my beloved supportive women friends, family, and clients to their complete bafflement and consternation. I'd sold my car, gave everything I owned to my friend and husband, and put my bare essentials in a big duffle bag. I had no debt, no kids, no marriage; and essentially I was free of entanglements except huge guilt for leaving behind a frail father and a fearful mother. How I made this monumental “you-will-rue-the-day- if-you-don't- do-this” decision was after an incredible series of epic precog dreams. Dreams within dreams and a couple of psychic readings helped me unleash my vessel that was lashed to the Dock of What the Hell Do You Think You're Doing? Well, I did cut the lines and sailed into my own Sunset.