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Yesterday in my dream he came again

That boyfriend I've lost to cancer 11 years ago. It's been a long time, yet he appeared. He was dark, weak in an armour of strength and depressed, just like how I remember of him the years we've spent together.
Well, no, he wasn't always like that. But the dark was a big part of him.
I'd like to let go of these blaming. Waking up, I thought, huh how much he sucked off of me, how much I was called to cater to his darkness and how difficult was it for me to move on and out that black hole. Obviously it was in me too, as I remember, the first time I had met him, I saw a dark cloud around him that made him totally exciting and desirable to me. Was it a vampires diaries those days back then huh ?
Well I know what he did for me. He did a ton of miracles and good things the five years we spent together. He did so much. But in the cost of ripping me off of any kind of power I might be having.

I was in my 20s and he was in his 40s and a thing that attracted him to me was my childish attitude and he did all he could to keep me locked in that.
I grew exponentially next to him.
He was the one who encouraged me to enter the fine arts. He willingly moved city with me so I could frequent the preparatory courses for the exams, which took a whole year. It felt like a Spring.

But somehow, death was always there, and maybe it is always there, because there's no Life without it.

I wrote a poem about the eclipse a couple of days ago. I wrote,

Life, leave some Space Empty
Because only like that, Death eclipses

amongst a few other lines.

I'm not saddened anymore, it's been a while and I truly gave myself all the chances to mourn and heal.

But I still cannot forget his darkness in my nowness and its visit in my dream.

I would like to be able to contact him, in my dreams but without that dark cloud, but how ... ?
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Matt85 · 36-40, M
its not biblical at all but have you tried praying he would escape any torments he might be in? that God would allow his soul to rise up into the heavens...? i do this sometimes for people who have passed on. again, not sure it makes any difference but it's worth a try.
being · 36-40, F
@Matt85 thank you Matt... I shall see about it ❤
Captain · 61-69, M
In my experience of the supernatural, if you call him in your mind, he will come to you if he is willing. You will be able to understand each other without words. You will be able to setlle things. He will be able to let go and find peace in the wherever and whatever it is, and you will be fully released. I wish you the best with it. Be brave. Martin xxx
Captain · 61-69, M
@Captain Reading the other posts I think everybody has the same story. We are all with the view of Hamlet "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy." and we all share the common experience that when you connect you can speak without words, and the spirit will isten and understand, so whether this is through Jesus or spirit to spirit without calling upon devine intervention, we think you can resolve this problem by being open and honest with whatever it is that plagues you. I am with you in spirit - literally.
ABCDEF7 · M
A whisper drifts between the veils of sleep,
soft as breath, heavy as memory’s weight.
In the hush where the waking world recedes,
he lingers—shadowed, yet unmistakably real.

His presence hums in forgotten details,
the way night once folded into his voice,
how silence wrapped itself around his words,
how he held the dusk like a secret he never shared.

I see him as he was—armor and ache,
a storm of love, of loss, of something beyond.
And though time has softened the edges of grief,
the dream remembers the truths I’ve left behind.

Did I summon him, or did he call me?
Was it the pull of an old, unfinished note,
or the echo of hands that once shaped my Spring,
even as they dimmed the sun in me?

But the mind is a weaver of mirages,
stitching the past into patterns of longing.
A trick of the night, a whispered illusion,
not him, not now—only memory’s ghost.

The past walks with me, even now,
woven in my pulse, my breath, my steps.
Not as a chain, but as a whisper—
a touch of night, still warm from memory’s hands.

And in dreams, I wish for him in light,
to meet not in shadow, but in peace.
To shed the weight of what was lost,
and find him, only love—only love.
ninalanyon · 61-69, T
Wow. You have had a big life.
Talk to him ♥
being · 36-40, F
@V00doo thank you V. I must..
@being Light a candle, open a window. Tell him you want his darkness to leave.

 
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