Prince RIP

So the purplest died a few days ago. I cried, watched his videos, thought about purple.

I even considered wearing something purple..you know, to commemorate.

Last night I had a dream and a perfectly coifed, perfectly poised Prince was in it, decked out in a beige/oatmeal quilted vest with a matching beige backdrop.

The musical virtuoso was sitting at a white, plexiglass desk being interviewed by someone behind the scenes. Details are sketchy, but a very composed Prince was explaining his perspective.

"I am all about the spiritual. I'm not interested in the physical. Others are concerned by it, but it has no interest to me. I'm about the spiritual."

The man was more than OK--he was total peace. Completely centered.

You know that place between dreaming and wakefulness? I wanted to stay there and just soak up  his Princeness--the peace, the calm, the assurance.

(BTW, just started an internet/phone fast today. Don't think it's any coincidence that I had this experience.)

A Catholic co-worker (love him!) says it was a glimpse of purgatory. A transition room. And that we should pray our brother into heaven.

Cool. I'm all about praying.

So I prayed. My understanding is slightly different, but I'll know for sure when I get there.

I was told once that when you see a person being interviewed by a faceless person (or someone you can't see), that it's the Holy Spirit. Wow.

I had a front row seat to Prince sort of sharing his story with the Creator of all things.

God.

Why do we fight against fasting?

The things of this world DO NOT COMPARE to God.

Nothing Compares to U. Wait.

Isn't that a Prince song? Yes!!

He wrote it for Sinead O'Connor back in the day.

Here's his version.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WCJ908kdTlw