Into the great beyond.

Why? Why is it? That I can see in my sleep. With my eyes closed. I swear. I saw a white deer. With antlers. This morning. Before I awakened. It’s commonly called a dream. But maybe it was my spirit. Seeing. Without physical eyes. My spirit. Moving to and fro. Walking. Without legs. In a primeval forest. That really exists. In the spirit realm.  Yes, my spirit was venturing. On the first day. Of the new year. And I was instantly aware. This was no dream. It was my spirit. Taking free rein. Demonstrating. That my spirit. Is just as alive. As my physical being. Capable. Of going for a walk. Anywhere in creation. Into the great beyond. --Jim Broede