All I had to do was climb. I can't remember what exactly. Perhaps a mountain. When I reached the sky I discovered it was water and I swam upwards not thinking for a moment of how deep it might be and I needn't have because I was already breaking the surface. I was in another world. Much the same as ours. In fact exactly like ours, only better somehow. It was without a 'drama' of sorts. I could sense the peace. The colours were brighter and it felt so relaxed. I think perhaps there must be many worlds like this. Separated only by a layer of water. And then panic gripped. The people I knew were still in the other world. People I loved. I wanted to check on them. Can I come back to this lovely world though? I asked. 'Yes' was the answer He gave me. So back in I went. Only briefly for I preferred this other world where I was close to Love. It felt like a sweet cloak of cinnamon cookies wrapped around me.This i dreamed part week. I don't know exactly what it means, although i sense the answer is in this painting about The Promised Land somewhere.The first painting for the year. It comes after The Muddy Climb, as all promised lands do. Our being faithful where we are and honouring the highest principle even when it's not fair. I'm not talking about submitting to abuse. I'm talking about doing the right thing even when we're not being acknowledged or rewarded. I'm talking about knowing who we are and standing by our faiths even when our own eyes can't see it. We can't see the promised land yet, the open for, the new opportunity, the home, the partner. To have faith even when those closest to us don't. Don't you know that people concerned me for wanting an affectionate man? I was 'wanty'. Don't you know that people ridicule me for having faith that there is a power greater than me that wrote the score for my path to my destiny? 'How could someone with so much intelligence succumb to that?' Perhaps the better question would be if someone is so intelligent and has faith in this thing I wonder then what it's about? Don't you know that I was told I'd never make it as an artist and make money from my work? They never saw my work. In that moment they simply thought they could prophesy my future. Well I didn't receive that into my spirit. I refused to accept it. I don't even remember their face. This piece you see today sold 2 weeks ago before the man had seen it finished. I receive that into my spirit. The nay-sayers are the enemy. It comes in many forms. It comes in the form of friends who can't bring themselves to celebrate your wins or who demonise you because you solved a problem that they hitherto could not solve. The people who stalk your known life and quibble about it amongst themselves. I think the word for them is frienemies? It comes in the form of endless problems to solve that distract you into having a short distance focus and risk you losing hope. It comes in the form of your own mind speaking thoughts that you're not good enough, that it won't happen for you.But you've been keeping your eyes on the horizon. You've kept your faith. Your desires have been greater than your own needs and so have your deeds. So my friend, you are entering your promised land. Your team has donned their show gear as they power you forward, to look your very best before your Maker as you undertake your very destiny that He wrote especially for you. Those powerful horses represent your heart, your soul, your spirit, and those both seen and unseen who believed in you, who had faith, even when like you they couldn't see, and because of this they were ordained to march with you into your promised land.