When my mother passed on to the next realm, she left me with a gift, the gift of grief, the most primal emotion that exists within us. Animal, raw, real.

She also left me a sizable inheritance that has allowed me to make my life's work, myself.

Does there exist a greater drama than getting to know oneself?

These are the kinds of questions I ask while upstate at my favorite five-star hotel retreat and spa.

It was at this retreat where I had my first vision, my vision of James and the trouble he was in.

James, you're here in the dreamscape.

It's rare I run into living beings here.

D'Tra, you have to help me.

They're after me.

I'm in big trouble.

Big.

Who's off to you?

They are.

I've made some mistakes.

I'm going to lose everything.

Gambling, drugs, James, factory farming?

I don't want to put you in danger.

It's horrible, it's horrible, and it's not...

James, wait!

Help me, Dydra! Help me!

I have to get back to the city.

I have to help James. I packed my knapsack and silently communicated to my bunkmate that I had to return to the city for an urgent matter. My bunkmate was devastated. Her attachment wounds are pervasive, but she would have to understand. I took the first train in.

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