Who Lit The Match?...

Back a few weeks ago,I shared with Stevie,a particular dream...one which my utopian garden was in the distance and I was walking toward it through a scorched,blackened,burnt,lifeless area. Yet the thought never occurred to me,just what happened and who lit the match that destroyed this place,what was it once before? What did it represent? Today as I thought on it,I had a shocking revelation:I LIT THE MATCH. This was once my reality,my current present. I mean I took a BLOWTORCH to this place. Every building,every tree,everything was black ash. If I would touch it,it would crumble,but I wasn't interested in doing so. My gaze was locked on that utopia and I walking towardit,toward it, angry,not happy,but content,at peace with everything. In order for this to happen,I had to leave everything behind that doesn't serve. What came to mind was:leaving both jobs,moving somewhere else,leaving Florida and some that I can't recall. Again,the contentment...the PEACE. Unlike anything I have experienced before. I hope that this happens soon. Let.it.burn.