Holding on

The dreams the past few days have been rather intense. Last night was no exception. Some of them have been downright horrifying and volatile. Due to the nature of the dreams I choose not to write them out on here but am keeping a separate detailed account of them elsewhere. With the dreams, as I already mentioned, I am undergoing a whirlwind of emotions. From anger to repulsion to sympathy and absolute love and adoration. I spent the majority of this evening in tears. Such sadness. My heart engulfed in sorrow and loneliness. I wish you were here with me. At times I feel as if I am bordering on emotional insanity. I want to say I hope this passes soon, but I am aware that it is a part of the process of spiritual cleaning and I would not be given that which I cannot handle. I was given some self-attunements to perform and will this evening before meditation. There have been times this week where I have no wanted to rise out of bed. Opening my eyes and realizing the game is about to begin, again. Seeing, really seeing, that all is but fragments of my illusionary game. Just an image of my mind. Played out before me.