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What I saw in a dream a couple of nights ago.

I was in Israel, as sure as I am sitting here typing this,
I was in Israel
No sense that I was dreaming
It was a very real dream

No sense of unreality.

I was there looking for my great grandfather, my namesake

I can's spell the Yiddish but one of my uncles told me what the people in the old country called him.

Strong Jack


This is my second attempt at this post. I posted it earlier today but deleted it because I felt like was going to cry.

Why would it make you sad and not happy to have met?
What's in a strong name is important, it goes places and had visited, had introduced...Do you want to take him with you when you say to someone you're Jack?

Sorry I never noticed your reply till now.

I hope you had a good holiday dame.

It was a vivid dream.

But I don't remember why my eyes began to get moist anymore.

I never knew the man. I heard he had five wives. 13 children. I think his wives died in childbirth, not sure but they all died of something or other because he was no Mormon.

sounds like a dream from your deepest subconscious state
eyes moisten when our heart speaks
let us be brave enough to allow tears to talk

Repression such an intriguing construct. For me it is about forcing down fear. That is all I can stay about the tears.



First image is his daughter my grandmother Eva S. She One of his 13 children. Obstetrics was not rocket science in 19th Century Poland. I think he had three (5?) wives. They kept on dying and he kept on begetting.

Eva came to Amerika at the tender age of 12, she the oldest she was the adult in charge of the other twelve. I don't know what happened to Tinker Jack, why he did not come with his children and I don't know where the mother was either. Only person who would know is an uncle in Maryland, her youngest son. Keeper of the family memories. I would like to talk to him again, last time I talked to him was twenty seven years ago, and I was crying like a little child. Great sobbing heaves of tears.

Hope you are having or had a good day, just another day there I know.

I do my best today, I like to pretend everyday is mother's day

image source for the second picture is the
National Film Board of Canada
I would love to see Malta before I die.

RE: Repression

Summary
Is there any meaning in my life that the inevitable death awaiting me does not destroy? (Tolstoy)


The Nonduality of Life and Death: A Buddhist View of Repression
http://ccbs.ntu.edu.tw/FULLTEXT/JR-PHIL/davloy.htm

e_dog wrote a poem that was like a flash of insight for me

somethin bout "n'er mourn for yourself.

I will put a link here
sometimes I would like to start a board called
earwitness report or do we see poems?

just a rhetorical question
oh yes "I got to know if your sweet poetry is going to save me" not the way jackson browne wrote it but the way I hear it.