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Tourmaline in Cotton Fields

As a small child I use to tell my mother about the reoccurring dreams I would have.

Luckily for me, she listened and understood this part of me.

I would explain to her in my dreams, that my fingers were cracked, raw and always bleeding. That my ankles, wrists and throat were tied.

She would mention past lives. I didn’t understand what ‘past lives’ meant at that age. I just knew I was deeply connected to a different world. A different dimension… I internalized it as ‘something wrong with me’ to feel and see so vividly, at 8 years old.