Gold in the pan

Hello folks something magical about this time of year when the harvest moon shines brite and orange sometimes what a beautiful sight to behold! I was watching my ex wife holding my oldest daughters youngest daughter she was laughing that took my mind back to the past when I would hug my little daughter and she would laugh too. Back to the gold part that I mentioned selective listening is like selective loving I awoke in the middle of the night like I always have this time of year when the moon is this close I can't sleep its like calling me. Jamerson come out and see me. Well I was dreaming about water in a glass not a pan but in the glass was gold swirling around and then it settled to the bottom now most people's eyes would gleem looking at the gold laying in the bottom of the glass but grandpa Jim well old Jamerson here looked at the old dirty water just sitting there unoticed till the sun shined down and up it went to the shiny ones the sky people and what was left the gold and the sediment that it layed in the earth thats right people see all that shines in that gold and chase it with selective love. But this old fool grand pa Jim just looked up as the sun shined on his wise old face you see where that vapor went it was set free once it let loose of the gold. The earth won't let loose of the gold but this is not what the sky people needed. The water turned to air then to light then too? Well that's a secret only known to the sky people and a few mystics looking up with a smile.( Hey a spider just crawed up my ankle one minute please) ok where was I oh yes looking up smiling like an old fool reminds me like looking for gold in a pan always searching for greed money selective love to get riches yet a humble old fool just looked up and smiled I hear ya sky people if they only knew love has to let the riches and the greed go now don't get me wrong money is just a tool what I am talking about is the heart what do you carry in this gold pan do you follow the gold or do you rise above it to the light. I see it all the time selective love till the sugar daddy lays down to rest and the money's all gone. Just an empty pan of dirt and shinny gold that you can't take with you as they turn to dust and try again in another life. I myself have a long way to go and will be back but I awoke looking up I know this road back but was told in a dream so many souls I still had to help now this was years ago. A few more lessons to go. As I let the gold go back to the earth and dissapeared into air and awoke. Jamerson Rising