Slowly, she took the blinders off, and then carefully removed the rose colored glasses. She blinked her eyes rapidly; the light was blinding She had started with a dream and lived a nightmare; she was creating a new one It would happen the moment she agreed to dream a new dream She heard a sight rustling and the whispered words, ever so gently blowing in the wind, "Remember you are simply moving to a lower vibration on the physical plane. This is your experience; remember to dream the good dream. We are only separated if you believe it to be so. Call on us and we will be there to counsel and guide you. " And so it came to pass... that the dream was showing severe signs of wear and tear as it drifted about her mind, tattered and torn from years of holding on. The weary hand finally released the last vestige of the tenuous hold that had once been so mighty. Like a feather it drifted into the wind and then, caught by a sudden breeze, it lifted, disappearing into the distant horizon. Expecting the gut wrenching pain she had endured with every failure, she was stunned to feel the lightheartedness that engulfed her. And then came the dawning realization that... Holding on had caused the pain