<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449375066588945395</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 06:33:25 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Retinna Bell&#39;s Silence</title><description></description><link>http://retinnabellsilence.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Blissful)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449375066588945395.post-2171111550302099307</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Oct 2013 03:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-10-23T00:57:53.423-07:00</atom:updated><title>Mighty Silence</title><description>For most of my life, I&#39;ve been having these...these nightmares. &amp;nbsp;They&#39;re never the same, but they sometimes include a recurring character or idea. &amp;nbsp;They occur every time I shut my eyes in sleep, and I&#39;m rarely afforded the relief of wakefulness. &amp;nbsp;Of every concept ever explored within these dreams, the most prominent idea was a command for my silence about all that I was seeing. &amp;nbsp;Being a young child, afraid of sleeping, this is what I did.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I was around four, I would try and keep bad things from happening by warning those around which the horrors revolved. &amp;nbsp;Rather than sympathy, I was rewarded with looks of shock and contempt that would slowly overshadow my listeners. &amp;nbsp;My command of silence was reinforced tremendously. &lt;br /&gt;
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It wasn&#39;t until recently that I began to realize a need to share the dreams again. &amp;nbsp; When I failed to alert a friend of a catastrophic event, one that has since forever changed his life, I realized that I needed to share my visions in an effort to help others, even if my words were met with disbelief. &amp;nbsp;I But before I could say a word, I was overcome with a fear which has limited my ability to speak certain words aloud. &lt;br /&gt;
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After speaking with my therapist, and after delving deep within myself, it has become apparent to me, and to those aware of my situation, that I must make these stories known to the world. &amp;nbsp;Without opening my mouth, I will share them with you here. &lt;br /&gt;
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Listen to my silence.</description><link>http://retinnabellsilence.blogspot.com/2013/10/mighty-silence.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Blissful)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>