Documenting The Great In-Between: Art from the Astral Realms. Part 7.

The Border of Waking:

"Donadagohvi" in the Setting Sun

This entry captures one of the most bittersweet laws of The Great In-Between: 

The absolute enforcement of the waking timer.

In this verse, the Cherokee word Donadagohvi 

("Until we meet again") takes on a profound, haunting weight. 

It is not an ending, but a temporary boundary.

The figure standing in the sunlit dust is acutely aware of the shifting mechanics of my consciousness.

She watches me not with anger or deception, but with a deep, foreordained longing, knowing that the rising sun in my physical world means my inevitable departure from hers.

The Visual Mapping of Grief

The Setting Sun & Cloudless Sky: 

Unlike the previous internal chambers or midnight woods, the clear, open expanse and the dying light of the setting sun symbolise an approaching end. 

The closing down of the dream state as my mind prepares to transition back to the body.

The Yellow Rose and Red Dress: 

The brilliant, earthly colours ground her in a warm, tangible reality.

In traditional language, a yellow rose can signify friendship, devotion, or a promise of remembrance, beautifully mirroring the plea to "remember to cherish the memories and peace before grief arrived."

Smiling Like a Common Thief: 

The line describing grief stealing away peace fits perfectly with the expression of quiet sorrow in her dark brown eyes. 

The grief isn't an external monster here;

It is simply the ticking clock of the physical world breaking the astral connection.

By recording these farewells, hopefully my atlas of fields logs begins to document the emotional landscape of crossing over. 

It highlights that leaving these realms can feel just as visceral and heavy as arriving in them.

Let us begin. 

She never told me her name. 

The story arc. 

I appeared in a wooded area. And lived with this woman. 

We rode horses and roamed the lush countryside. Then the dream state started to quiver as I began to slowly wake up. 

(A lone voice whispers. The woman speaking to me) 

Donadagohvi

Until we meet again

Let us carry each other deep 

Inside

Wherever we go

Through the Spring

Summer 

Autumn and cold winter snow

For while we breathe as the moon rises and the sun still shines

Remember to cherish the memories and peace before grief 

Arrived 

Smiling like a common thief

Donadagohvi

Until we meet again

For as long as the rivers flow

Please let us know peace

For our love was foreordained

Donadagohvi

Until we meet again

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

Donadagohvi I later found out means:

In Cherokee: 

Until we meet again. 

P. S.

I have never seen her again.