Sleeping With Devilish Angels

My non-languaged son sleeps with angels by night, flying swimming sometimes erotic exotic running free of AFOs and walker dreams of past multiculturing sights and warm glow-voiced sounds of healthy richness. What could it mean to him to sleep with devils by day, poking and teasing, singing and dancing, inviting his attention and participation across his bedroom floor, breathing in his non-verbal ear to say Hello, I love you, as life our abundantly resonant self My son can hear this perfect love embracing spoken life. We should all become such wise internal listeners of warm nurture voices speaking mutually-held external warm light seeking power of BasicCommons indigenous neuroconsciousness. My son would become a Bodhisattva Messiah, were he capable of maturing images to memory of communication systems less than ecstatic beloved community of Angels by night, DNA/RNA EarthHolonic BeLonging Community of eco-political democratic family by sacred healthy day. Now if the rest of us could just catch what he has, in part because we feel free to return his open-handed love as co-empathic presence, what a remarkably wonderful cooperative world we would remember to see each time we look at, and listen carefully to, a human mindbody tree as another bicamerally economic ecosystemic egologically nurturing MeWe be Doing the best Me can given the receptive light and powers We have to work with cooperative together, rather than failing neurodiversely apart. me.