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I had a dream the night Pope Francis died.
There was a man who appeared to me
who had a small bird following him.
The bird disappeared,
but I was able to find it.
It lingered and attached to me.
But it was fragile,
and I had to be careful not to hurt it.
It metamorphosed into an insect,
I think a dragonfly,
then back to its bird form.
B woke and was reading on his phone
that the Pope had passed.
We talked about how such a moment
must carry with it a huge energy field.
The bird, perhaps the spirit --
the insect, perhaps symbol of transformation.
The energy field in this dream was so strong,
lingered for me, still does.
A gift from a great man.
~J
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