I have always had a strong resonance with Marilyn Monroe, even though she died before I was born. Even though she was adored by her fans, it always seemed more then that for me. I know I AM drawn to her inner Light. The deep mystery that is behind her eyes, as though she only showed you what she wanted you to see. A kindred spirit?
Last night I had a dream about Marilyn. We were standing facing one another, as though we were looking into a mirror. Then I was looking out through her eyes. I experienced seeing what she saw. And even though I was looking out through her eyes, I was still very much aware of myself. Maybe I was given a glimpse of her soul, or maybe even a glimpse of my own.
This dream felt more then just a dream. Perhaps an opportunity to witness an aspect of myself.