The Life of Syren Franco

Sometimes, a parent is disappointed in their kid .  It's not that they don't love them, because the feeling of love is indeed there... but disappointment, perhaps fear:  "Did I as a parent miss something?  Could I have, should I have done anything different?  Is it me who's to blame?"The parent takes those thoughts out on the child manifesting them as disappointment... but they deny it because how horrible is it to be disappointed in their child?The truth is, more likely than not,  that kid is dissapointed in their parent.  The parent turns to other outlets to deal with this, and they never think to develop a true relationship with the child.  They do not understand that we all speak a different love language. We all speak one of 5 love languages , and sometimes a blend of a variation of those.  Acts of Service, Physical Touch, Words of Affirmation, Quality Time, and Gifts.  All these are valid and cannot be taught necessarily, though we are conditioned

In this dream, I was first at some sort of amusement park with Robert, my siblings and even the dogs.  There was a beach nearby and the parks were themed after iconic comic book characters.  When it became time to leave, Robert and I had to strap into something that looked more like a ride, but apparently it was an airplane. The seating was not in aisles, but instead seemingly in a pentagonal shape sections made of three rows consisting of about 4 or five seats each row and set up in stadium style so that the back row was elevated.  I was sitting in front of a baby seat and was trying to store my camera bag beneath my own seat with access to the camera. We were taking off and soon after we did we were landing again and on a road headed somewhere we did not plan.  I turned to Robert and said, "See?!  This is what happened before, this is what I was talking about!"The plane or craft was parked in some sort of terminal and the people deboarded.  I took Roberts hand and l

I remember when I was little, I used to hear people say if you die in your dreams you die in real life; but I knew that was false.  I knew because many times, I would hit the bottom of a cliff and get up and fly away.  I would dream of atomic bombs and perishing in a blast, or being swallowed by tidal waves etc.  But I am still here.  I wouldn't even wake up from the dreams they would just change scenery or theme. My dream world is a very interesting place and it's truly a surreal place where sometimes I forget that absurdity is not reality. Luckily I never confuse it for the waking world I live in. Last night I had a very interesting dream...  I can see where some of my thoughts lead me, and others I wonder what triggered it.  While my dream is actually very long this time, I wish to share only two pieces...  A piece in the middle and one in the end, before I woke... Part one. Robert and I had to go to court for some reason.  We were in line to get into the cour

Ephesians 4:29 New International Version (NIV)"Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen." I have been thinking about this verse today. Which is funny because my sister in law posted a video which mentions this, actually a couple verses after this... I was thinking about the power of words.  Words are our way of evoking thought forms and manifesting them into feeling, which effects actions which build our reality. What does this verse say to me?  (This is my take not something a preacher told me)It's not specific as to what is corrupt, and that can be open to interpretation when weighed against other books within the bible, but I can tell you what sin is.  Sin is something whether thought or action, which deteriorates your life or the life of another and I extend this consideration to other life beyond just human.  Thus sins can be yo

I was sitting here working on transcriptions when a random thought dawned on me... A long time ago, I mean over a decade, I was accused of being spoiled and high maintenance.  Granted, I was spoiled, but I took offense to high maintenance.  I have never gotten my hair colored at a salon, for formal events my mom did my hair, and while my mom did buy me most things I wanted given she could afford them (I didn't want much though) all my new clothes in my later teen years were bought for me by me.  So high maintenance? And then as the years passed I had been accused of loving a life of luxury.  Excuse you?  I want used cars, I want hand me downs, I like thrift shopping, and not the high end boutiques, I mean goodwill and the likes which even those I think are now too pricey.  I like to refurbish items, paint them to make them more personalized.  I love bargain shopping when I do shop for house wares, but most of the stuff you see in our home is stuff I got for free.  So spoile

I very rarely have nightmares, and of course my dreams as a whole are epic journeys and a compilation of many themes so this nightmare was only a very short piece of my set of dreams last night. There was much before it and much after but this was what stood out.  I even woke up from it and woke Robert up in the process.  I snuggled up with him to prevent further dreams like it.When I sleep I need livecontact, and I am not ashamed to admit, if I do not have that, snuggling with a stuffed animal helps, not because I am a child, but because the coziness puts me in a state I would be in if I knew someone else was there.  Usually I'll hug a pillow, and when the dogs are around they end up sleeping at my feet and as long as I know there is that positive energy cultivating then I don't suffer sleep paralysis or nightmares.  Well the odd thing is there was human contact but it was mild during this dream. The dream: I boarded an airplane where the passenger sitting behind b