45 seemed to be about the Grandmothers. They came dancing in the change of life, for me. I could almost see them in my living room, showing me, what the change of life was about. I had installments of their instructions and directions. Some of the Grandfather participated, like Mr. Day's show for me at the church, but for the most part it was the women's roles concentrated. These two days were the men's roles. They seem very inclined to discuss the waves of heavenly anthems crushing and washing away the principalities of darkness.
It started at the Cantata. I felt like my soul had come back to my body.
It never seems a strange occurrence for them to be in my dream. They seem perfectly comfortable. Dad and I were picnicking at the beach, like a family day and the waves were coming and devastating groups, here and there, but not in a fearful way.
Spencer was talking and eating, in a very sloppy way and we discussed a great many things...
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