The Scream of Us. An Automatic Writing Tract inspired By a Mystical Dream

      

By Ulrica Hills

I slept and I dreamed. I was fluid- I slipped from one state of being to another, one experience to another. I was both Arab and Jew.   I was both child and adult. I wore the uniform of one . I ran in fear. I followed in hate. I saw blue and other colours. I was dressed all colours and styles . Everything flowed seamlessly from one state and being and emotion to another…a flattened school, a frantic hospital, a barking gun, my feet running. At the bottom of the dream and the page were the bewildered, hurt, lost and abandoned animals…the goldfish in the bowl, right up to the beast of burden. They must all suffer too? I kill your child …you aim at mine. They are innocent, but am I ? Am I righteous or full of vengeance ? I have always been here and so have you. By Ulrica Hills. Founder and Compiler of   https://www.spiritualistwritings.com