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My Children are in Danger

I had a dream: I'm on a hill overlooking my house. My children are inside with ruthless men . I'm frozen, Helpless.and in danger .

My inner child and my children are trapped by the negative masculine. That trauma has immobilized me.

While teaching breast self exams at the Free Medical Clinic I discover a small lump. I have breast cancer. The feminine is wounded.

I believed my dream was a warning.

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