“Sweet angelic beings used to take me away when I got too scared. That’s how I recall it. I remember flying around the ceiling of the living room and down the stairs, during times when it was intolerable to be in my body. I flew around the neighborhood, soothed by the quiet evening skies as the sweet beings and I soared together over the tops of trees. We sometimes soared over mountain valleys, or over ocean beaches in the moonlight. I think of them as guardian angels. Some people call that dissociating, or dreaming, astral traveling or having an overactive imagination. I don’t think it matters which it was. All I know is that I got some comfort when I needed it.” (>>) (>>)