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Dream Aug. 30th, 2016 with Interp.

The Gang.   “C1” headed our duo.  I was “P3” I had a suitcase of clothes and towels and sundries.  “C1” wanted to make a ‘charity run’.  For a moment I thought he wanted to donate all in the car including my case, so I felt he was going to make me choose to release ownership.  Well, how do I feel about that?  Can I feel thrilled?  Thankful?  Blase’?  Just OK justifying that they need it more than me?  It did not come to that, but it was an exercise in release.

We visited  a lady and her gladness at our coming was written on her face.  “C1′ had brought a strip of tokens with contracts signed from a priest who wanted to rent her spare room. “C1” had added stipulations he didn’t have to for her benefit.  The token accords showed the priest had agreed.

a popular movie was playing but I didn’t want to go alone.  There was another fellow in the chair in the room with one leg crossed casually over the other knee.  He was “D4”.  I heard him mention he wanted to go, but not alone either.  I spoke up,  “Hey, D4, why don’t we go together?  He looked at me and said,  “Only if it’s ‘Dutch'”.

On our walk downtown I scanned the wooden fronts.  which of these Old western style fronts hides a theater within?  Another tag-along pointed to a marquee saying 24 hrs.  He was “D7”,  “Hey,  Here’s a really long show -24 hrs.!  Anybody want to go?”  I said, “Um, I’m not really up for that one.”

I spotted the theater we wanted, but when I unrolled my silk wallet at the window to pay my fare, I found it contained many pockets of foreign currency.  I was clueless to values, so I pulled out a small token saying 1.2.  The man took it and said I had a large amount of change coming.

 

HOLY SPIRIT, why do we have letter and number designations?  -“It is obvious that as you progress in your journeys you have many IDs.”-

Does C1 make many ‘charity runs’ and what are they?  -“He desires to assist in removing distortions by gift of ‘Light’ and answers to questions.”-

Why is my fear a loss of possessions?(The suitcase.)  -“It is  a distortion that may be removed by forgiveness and letting go.”-

What of the lady given a better deal on rental contracts?  -“What a blessing to have C1 negotiate additional blessings to a contract pre-incarnation.”-

What is the desire to attend a play with a companion even if there is no commitment to a date?   -”  the lifetime relationship thus is not as married, but as companions.”-

So antique wooden fronts describe constructs of an earth life?  -“Yes.”-

Why did I reject a 24 hr. show? -“Those long vibration shows tell a very long story.”-

What is with all the various notes to select from to pay my entry?  -“Selection times of birth country and value is hierarchy of your entity.”-

Why did I choose a small looking token, yet it turned out very valuable?  -“Just because you think 1.2 is small doesn’t mean it is.”-

Refocussed to Miracles

ImageTHE TATTOOED MAN:  I saw him pre-showering by the entrance to the Athletic club’s pool:  tats (tattoos) on arms, hands, back of neck.  He even had one on his cheek!  He had huge ‘bullet hole’ piercings in his ears, and their two steel ring inserts matched the studs in his bottom lip.  His head was shaved yet age-wise he could have been some kid’s dad.

I had a choice- to react out of fear, or be God’s love for this ‘Holy Child of God.’

My exercise in the therapy pool was over and I headed for the long spa tub for some soothing jets.  As I entered I reaquainted  with a lady I had spoken to last time about strained relations I was having. (Oh, you don’t know that relaxing in a spa equals gals chatting?)  I updated her that I chose to practice forgiveness, and she agreed it’s better not to add fuel to the fire resulting in more hurt feelings.  “It’s not worth it,”  we agreed.

As she left, I saw the tattooed man entering.  Now I know very well a lighthearted jest breaks the ice, so I said the first thing that came into my mind, “This is the philosophy corner.”  I wondered if it had been an obscure joke for even as I laughed, I could see he was confused.

Now I had to set him at ease.  Oh, now what was it my daughter told me about people with tattoos from her anthropology class?  Oh, yes, that each tattoo holds special meaning to its wearer.

“Which is your favorite?” I asked inching closer to hear his reply. (I had taken my hearing aids out before entering the water.)  He pointed to what looked like two red mangos joined at the bottom.  It was a puffy heart.  “This sacred heart has healing beams coming out of it.”  He said.

My! He is a proponent of Love’s power!  My confidence soared.

“Oh, then it seems to me, since it is on your hand that if you laid hands on the sick, healing beams would come to give them a miracle!”  Now I got a smile as he agreed.

So, next time you see tattoos, ask Love to take over.

One story deserves another.  Lets keep communicating.   Oh, I need to post another story about how I saw others express love…!  Look for it.

May 1st Blogathon entry: I’m a reader/dreamer

I live at the library.  When I was homeschooling my kids I’d take them to check out piles of what I called curriculum.  “The world is in front of you, kids.”  I’d wave my arm at the stacks.

They stared at me with blank faces wondering what this weird and kooky Mom was so passionate about.  One even had the nerve to tell me he hadn’t found a thing to engage his interest! Undaunted, I grabbed books I had loved that I just knew they would find lifelong favorites.  Here’s Dr. Seuss!  The Oz books were full of lively fairies and witches and a talking sawhorse.  OOh!  Don’t you think Jack Pumpkin-head is cool?

When one reads a lot it helps your vocabulary.  It also helped that my Mom not only read ‘How to increase your vocabulary’ in Reader’s Digest’ but practiced in her daily conversation.  “You recalcitrant kids have no finesse and the manners of a porcine troll.”

I learned what ‘faux-pas’ meant and loved to throw around ‘vituperative’ with knowledgable needling (or harpooning) thrust.  I found just the right words to impress my essay grading teachers and expected A-s (though I had to have Mom do the typing.)

Our family (from both biological and marital perspective)  was comprised of readers who were comfortable with words.  It was therefore strange to me to find myself in conversation with ‘outsiders’ who constantly asked me what my ordinary words meant.  I mean who wouldn’t be flabbergasted?

I had moved into a community in Phoenix to reach out and assist a lady who I knew was sensitive spiritually but needed an extra hand in her care-giving business.  My husband had died, and I still felt the need to be needed.  Boy, was I surprised when she said she would take me on as a protegé and subject for her ‘Inner-healing’ ministry! (That’s another story.)  Part of her training was to assign me different service projects.  The project of teaching her grandkids one semester of ‘home-schooling’ was a ‘training’ I will never forget!

Now, I am a dreamer.  I honor the board of angels or watchers or spirits who have passed into the heavens but are still interested in earth enough to send dreams and visions and even creative ideas to those of us still in bodies.  Hey, if they need to express creatively through someone, who am I to deny the world of a poem or painting or song that Heaven sent?  I’m just thankful for all the training in art and word-smithing to aid me in the creative process.

But when I started teaching these three boys of 6, 8 and 10, I met a challenge.  I must have been prepared  in at least several dreams/nightmares.  It certainly got me to stop grieving about what was past, for the needs of these present children showed me my own inexpertise.  I had to juggle three grade levels as well as report to another (their Mom) about their progress and comportment.  Lo and behold, I had to ‘dumb-down’ my vocabulary or spend an inordinate amount of time looking up words in the dictionary.  When I told them to ask Mom, she came back with the same quizzical blank slate look.

I just heard a preacher on TV say it is good to face problems for that is when you can supply the need.  Yes, it feels good to be the one who knows the answer if you are honored for it and the answer is used.  It is another thing to be considered too intellectual to be really considered ‘spiritual’ and relegated to menial tasks that don’t call for any use of your strengths and training!

This is the end of my blog for today.  I have touched upon the importance to me of life-long learning, books, vocabulary, and willing students.  I have mentioned dreams and visions, which I am willing to share with their insights.  I have mentioned home-schooling and hinted at blessings as well as complications.  I have mentioned belonging to a community which honors my value in terms of group need.  (To be fair I have found since removing to care for my Mom in a different state that my  Phoenix assignments did actually prepare me for what I am doing now.)

I anyone reading this would please respond with a desire or interest in any of these threads, it may influence what tomorrow’s blog will entail.  I will be listening. (That means you guys in the Heavenly boardroom, too! Beam me a dream!)     Shelley

Hello world!This is my first Blog ever “Whoo-hoo!”

Wow!  I joined this free blog site so I could join Michelle Rafter’s May blogathon!  I am amazed that it was available to me all this time and I didn’t even know it.  I am 62 and want to write about how at my age I can be healthy, wealthy and wise.  Also I want to share my wisdom gleaned to others and connect with like minds.  Are you out there?     Shelley