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OBE: Knives to Cotton

I had a short lucid/OBE yesterday morning. I’m not super surprised because 1. I recently asked to have one (two nights ago I think) and 2. yesterday I had moments were I was thinking how dream-like things were.  For example, I was downstairs doing yoga and self-healing when my daughter came down. She started talking to me about school and other things. Sometimes when she tells me stuff and I give my view she gets upset. That happened but after I just stayed silent and a thought came to me that it was like a dream and to just allow things to unfold. I even remember thinking how she was just a character in my dream and to respond like I would had I been dreaming. 

Okay, so on to the lucid dream/OBE.

I was dreaming of being inside a small, unfamiliar house. There was a man with me in the kitchen. The kitchen had a golden hue to it, especially the cabinets. The man pulled out a large, kitchen knife. I noticed the drawer was full of them – like an unusual amount. I didn’t feel intimidated, just unimpressed. I walked into a living area and sat at a desk that was to the left of the front door facing a window. IDK know why but I just sat their blankly staring and in the dream a calm came over me like a soft blanket. I felt really relaxed and thought, “I better watch it or I’m gonna fall asleep.” This is what caused me to realize I already was asleep I think, though I don’t remember a specific thought to that end. 

Knowing I was dreaming, I stood up and just lingered a bit, noticing the energy of my astral form and not really knowing what to do. I find this happens often now when I am OOB. Sometimes I just feel bored but mostly I don’t know what to do with no specific purpose motivating me forward. I could feel the energy fading and knew if I didn’t decide to do something I would just wake up, so I moved towards the front of the house with the intention to go outside. As I floated towards the door (the front was no longer where I had been sitting but all the way on the other side of the house), I knew there was a small desk there and was reminded of the drawer of knives. I opened the drawer anticipating feeling a knife and felt cotton balls and pulled out a whole handful of them. lol I wasn’t amused in the dream, just slightly curious, and continued through the door, opening it and floating outside. 

I used my 360 degree vision to see the porch behind me. It was well lit and I could see nick knacks and such all arranged nicely along the front of the house. It was a quaint little house with This Old House vibes. I continued towards the street and that is where I lingered briefly, looking around. I could see trees and other houses lining a residential street. It was dark but not too dark, like super early morning with bit of a haze of light on the horizon.  All the houses had a similar look to the one I came out of. I turned to my right and was about to take flight when I considered briefly that if I tried to fly I would likely go up way too fast, lose vision and then lose connection to the astral realm and end up in my body. I didn’t want that so I opted to turn around facing left and float/jump walked down the street. With no specific destination in mind, I just enjoyed the feeling of being OOB, floating/flying along the road. 

A bit down the road I suddenly felt an energy take hold of me and before I knew it, I was being swiftly pulled towards a cul-de-sac. My vision began to go out from the surprise of it but I wasn’t afraid. I just let the force pull me. I ended up going around the cul-de-sac towards a house on the right. The energy continued, pulling me into what felt like a bunch of vines which I then felt to be tangled in. Not really knowing what to do next, I asked for my vision to turn on, but it was too late. I started shifting back to my sleeping body.

When I woke, my heart was beating a bit faster than normal and my arm had gone numb because it was over my head. I lingered in bed a moment, thanking my guidance for the opportunity to go OOB. I still had a lingering energy that told me I could return if I wanted but it was time for me to make sure my youngest was awake for school.  Just to have that energy there was enough to make me smile. It felt so good!

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Heart Purge Dream and Message: Citen

Major heart purge in dreamtime last night/this morning.

First short dream – Taken to crystal clear ocean and swam in the waist deep water. The water was warm and I remember saying, “I could stay here forever.” This dream indicates healing.

Heart purge dream – Me and a small group of people were taken to the house of an Asian man who we all thought of as a teacher or medicine man. He made a mixture that was full of ingredients that looked pretty gross. The final product was gray and white and of the consistency of porridge. We all ate some and it tasted mildly sweet. We were told it would cause us to go on a journey. I remember telling him I wish he had told me that before I ate any. Not long after I saw a guy in the group go to wooden box the size of a casket and try to get inside for something (artwork I think). I tried to tell him it wasn’t real but he persisted, trying to break it open. Then something caught my attention. I turned and saw woman crying for help so I went to investigate. There was a grotesque creature at her door. It was a blocky, human-like figure colored white with painted on features that reminded me of paintings I’d seen in Japan. I attacked ripping its head off and tearing it apart with my bare hands. I turned back towards the woman who was standing in the doorway. She looked up and so did I. I saw a girl floating above the house who cautiously came out from behind some trees. Recognizing she was a ghost, I told her to go to the Light. She tried but couldn’t and so came back to me for help. She was the woman’s child who had not been able to leave because of the grotesque creature I had just eliminated. As I reached for her, I freed her, but I took on all her emotion and began to cry uncontrollably as my heart exploded in pain. It woke me.

The heart decimation, all to familiar to me, lingered for some time after I woke. With it I could feel my second chakra pulling with energy as well. I was reminded of a conversation I had with my husband not long ago where I told him about my heart bliss episode. I explained how in this world of duality the heart bliss could not exist without the opposite heart pain and shared with him some of the agonizingly painful heart episodes I’d had in the past. Strangely, this heart purge, though painful, was not near as bad as the others. This gives me hope that, perhaps, the end result will be a wholeness that I have yet to experience.

Citen

As I began to drift back to sleep, I received a vivid vision. A word – citen – appeared in my mind. It floated there a while until I read it to myself and it woke me. I looked it up, certain I wouldn’t find it, and discovered it IS a word (middle English).

Citen – To summon or notify (sb.) to appear before a court or a superior; ~ bi office, summon officially.

I find this message intriguing because not only did it feel that I was being called (summoned) as in similar past spiritual incidences, but very soon my husband and I will be summoned to appear before a judge to dissolve our marriage!

Final short dream: I was driving. My son navigated. We were trying to find a location to buy groceries. He took us to a non-grocery store, though, similar to a baby’s r us. As we checked out I questioned the cost of a loaf of bread but I bought it anyway because my son said everything was 50% off. Receipt said only wedding invitations were half price.

I only recalled the dream because of of how vivid the paper I read was that said the only items that qualified for 50% off were wedding invitations. I’ve been having dreams referencing weddings lately.

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Cabin Update

The last time I posted about the land and cabin the foundation had just been completed. We’ve come a long way since then.

Currently, the cabin is ready for decking, spray foam insulation and sheetrock. The construction process has been slower than anticipated, but it is moving at a steady pace. Our contractor said it should be finished sometime in October. This is actually good timing in my opinion as the holiday will be fast approaching and my plan is to use the cabin as a retreat space.

One thing that has not been going to plan is the water situation. We put in our application back in June and the wait should’ve been 6-8 weeks but there has still been no progress despite repeated attempts at communicating with the county. We are hoping they get moving sooner rather than later. Otherwise, we are stuck with a water system that uses filtered pond water (can’t drink it).

Yes, we have a well, but the water quality is such that we opted to go with county water. The price is about the same for install. County water costs a monthly fee but there is no maintenance and the water will stay on when the electricity goes out. Other advantages are the clarity and smell of the water will be at a higher standard than the well water. Well water in this part of Texas tends to smell like rotten eggs (Sulphur) and wells can go dry during periods of extended drought. The well we have is quite shallow and we’ve gotten mixed opinions on its quality with one expert saying the water is fine and another saying he wouldn’t even help us with it because of the poor quality.

If the water isn’t hooked up by completion then my stays at the cabin will be limited. The filtered pond water is not ideal for long-term stays because the filters clog up quickly and the water can smell during periods of pond turnover.

Regardless, even short periods in the cabin surrounded by nature is better than none!

Below are some pictures of the progress since July. The top five pictures are from this weekend.

Land

We have not been able to do much clearing on the property because of the intense summer heat and intermittent rain storms (unusual for this time of year). We have only recently started clearing around the pond, specifically focusing on the left.

This weekend we cleared a path on the left side of the pond. My boys and I fished the pond during breaks and managed to catch some fish. In the past we were unable to catch any. I’m not sure why. So, we had been fishing in the neighbor’s pond with great success. However, now the neighbor’s pond has gone dead and ours seems to be alive with fish. It is super satisfying to finally catch fish in our own pond!

Below are some pics of the pond and the land. I’ve had various encounters with insects, specifically walking sticks and dragonflies. In fact, one day while sitting on the back porch looking at the pond, a dragonfly landed on my outstretched hand when I invited him to. It was amazing!

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Kundalini Dream: Distracting Myself

I had my first Kundalini dream in ages last night. I awakened within the dream and stayed lucid for some time before the intensity of the energy finally woke me. It was the wonderful heart bliss! 

I was in my Mom’s kitchen kneeling down by the cabinets near the sink when I became semi-lucid. I was talking to a man who looked very much like Pedro Pascal (The Mandalorian). He was in the living room talking to me and my back was to him most of the time. I could feel the heart bliss only slightly as I was focused on shuffling through some things under the sink. I don’t remember all that he said but the more he spoke to me, the more the heart bliss intensified. When I saw him I thought how similar he looked to the actor but that thought was interrupted by him asking me something about a “mirror”. I got up and went into my old bedroom. 

The dream shifted to my bedroom where I sat focused yet again on a box or something (I can’t remember what). I was sitting or kneeling in the corner when I heard the man asked me, “Why are you in here?” I said to him, “I’m distracting myself [from the feeling]”. Just turning and replying to his question shot a surge of bliss to my heart. I began to lose my breath which is my typical response. I also started to cry because of how amazingly beautiful it was. I could see his face distinctly now and the bliss just intensified. There was more conversation, mostly how I was afraid of the bliss and other things. I do recall the word “mirror” came up again, also. It was like he was counseling me, trying to get me to recognize there is nothing to fear, that this bliss IS me.

As we were talking, I awoke and the bliss remained. I could feel it expanding upward and downward but it never did so fully. Instead I could feel my root light up ever so slightly and again lost my breath. Memory of other times this has happened but to the full extent came to me. It is spectacular, like I am exploding in love. The love shooting simultaneously out of my crown and root. Again, I was reminded that everything I am feeling is me and to not be afraid. The energy continued for some time only finally subsiding when I rolled over and returned to sleep.

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Lucid Sphere

Just a short dream experience to share from last night.

Prior to bed I had a pretty bad headache which was brought on by a massive, emotional purge (I’ll spare you the details). I opted not to take anything for it, hoping sleep would make it better. When I focused on the energy that was the pain I could detect a small circle, about the size of a quarter, at the very top (crown) of my head where there was no pain, just a tingling. Unfortunately the pain was too distracting for me to tune in for long. In fact, it seemed only to get worse. It kept waking me up and, at one point, I thought I might need to go to the ER. Just as I had that thought, the pain subsided. Ha!

But anyway, on to the lucid sphere visit I had.

About an hour into sleep, during a period in which I thought I was awake because the dream I was having was in my bedroom, I had a lucid moment. I had been bringing some things into my space but I don’t remember what. I only remember hauling them one by one. At some point my vision came on very clearly and I could see the ceiling of my bedroom. In the darkness I saw a shape take form. It came out of the ceiling like a mist and formed into a solid sphere not much bigger than my fist. Surprised, I focused on it and thought for sure there was an entity in my bedroom (remember I think I’m awake). As soon as I had that thought the sphere zoomed straight towards me. Before it made contact I jolted awake, breathing heavy from the shock of it. 

Afterwards it took me a while to figure out what happened because I still thought it all happened when I was awake. I looked around my room for any sign of the sphere. This is when I realized I had been OOB because the memory of the sphere was so very different than the darkness in my room. The sphere and the space it was in was outlined in light and the blackness was more of a blue hue than it is in reality. 

Around this point is when I heard a voice say, “Lux”. There was another word with it but I forgot it because I knew immediately that lux = light. The voice was telling me about my Light.

Thoughts

I don’t have many lucid dreams or OBEs these days. In fact, my dream recall has been shit. When I do happen to remember or have a lucid-type experience, inevitably I am being hit! This is just the most recent in a long string of being attacked by an object! The most common attack is by a tree (lol) but this sphere, now that is interesting! I can still see it vividly – a grey, perfectly symmetrical sphere with a slight, glowing outline to it spinning like a planet. And I truly thought I was awake and being visited by Spirit or an E.T. LOL I am sure my guides are getting a good laugh.

So, if I keep getting beat up in my dreams/experiences, and it is continuing to happen, then I haven’t figured out the message or I haven’t done what I need to do yet. Hmmmm. And here I thought it was just a way to wake me up.

I would really like to have an OBE again and NOT be beat up. Sigh.

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Dream Message to Myself: That Feeling Will Never Go Away

Had a dream that very much could’ve been an OBE had I been lucid enough. In it I was at my mom’s house in the front yard. A boy and some other young people were running about. The boy said, “Can you do this?” and floated up in the air and lingered for a bit. I told him I could and began jumping around and floating/flying. I ended up in the trees a couple of times and one time a branch swung back and hit me.

Somehow I noticed a depressed girl separate from the group. I can’t recall why she got my attention now, but I went over to her to see if I could help. I told her I understood how she felt. She was feeling homesick and out of place in this world. The feeling was really getting to her and causing her to get little accomplished. I hugged her tight and told her “that feeling will never go away”. When I said this, I burst into tears. My crying woke me up.

I remember feeling lonely and isolated here, and, of course, homesick. I was told how important it is that I surround myself with “my people”. It seems hopeless to do that being there are so few. I can count on one hand those who feel like they fit that description and most have gone from my life now.

In HD my unique bodygraph indicates there will very few people I meet who fit the description of “my people”. The rest won’t be. Some might seem like it but aren’t. I must be wary of those who want to possess me and never let me go. It makes me very sad.  It is hard enough to be homesick like I am but then to be so lonely because so very, very few “get” me or even “see” me at all. The older I get, the more invisible I feel I am becoming. 

Chiron/Kiron Return and the 6th Line

I am fast approaching the age of 48. This is the year when life begins to shift in preparation for the Chiron return. I’ve been waiting for this change for a long time – all my life, actually. The Chiron return is when the 6th line is done waiting for the next step or next cycle. It is the culmination of a life’s work.

Lately, I’ve been feeling like it is nearing the time when I need to come out of my hermit hole and reintegrate with society/people. Most recently I’ve been the complete opposite. I want nothing to do with people, their drama or insanity. I’ve become very cynical and just want everyone to leave me alone. This is still how I feel for the most part, yet I’ve started to feel an inner nudge to let go of the cynicism and solitude and begin reintegrating into society. I’m not sure how to do this after so many years of withdrawal.

The dream says a lot in regards to how my isolation and cynicism has been affecting me. It also reminds me that the feeling that I’ve carried with me from the beginning of this life (homesickness) is not going to go away. Hiding from it or trying to push it away by distracting myself with this or that will not change how I feel. Where in the past this feeling was the impetus for my movement forward, it is now threatening that very progress.

I’ve had some “coincidental” interactions of late that seem to all point to what I wrote in the above paragraph. For example, I reconnected with an old friend (one of “my people”) which sparked a Remembering and helped me recognize my denial. I also recently recalled how passionate I use to be about helping people. I took risks I would never take today, mostly risks that involved putting myself “out there”. No matter how often I failed or stumbled, I got back up, and still saw the best in others. At some point, unfortunately, I decided there was no hope to be found in others. Deciding they will disappoint and hurt me. So, I retreated to lick my wounds and stew in my bitterness.

It is time to let go of what was in order to move into what will be. It is time to rekindle that simple Knowing that I have come here to fulfill a purpose – to help. Perhaps that feeling of homesickness, that intense grief of something indescribable and somewhat unattainable while I have a body, is the thing that needs releasing? Could it be that I am holding onto it so desperately that it is eroding my very Being, causing me to Forget and leading me into darkness?

I find it ironic that these insights are coming to me at the very time I am constructing a cabin on 10 acres, far away from the city, the politics and the people that make me cringe on a daily basis. It wouldn’t surprise me if I never live in it. Perhaps just the construction of it is enough? Still, though, it’s creation is in process, so that in itself could be the message: Not yet. Use this time to heal. Creation is healing. And I laugh a little because Creation, the creative force, is at the heart of us all. The Kundalini has taught me that.

As I was saying, there have been “coincidental” happenings lately that point towards the coming change. The woman I’ve been speaking with from the UK who has the same HD bodygraph as me was why I began thinking of that time before my Saturn Return. Back then I was open, somewhat naive and very intent on finding and living my purpose. It was her that helped me recognize how far I’ve come from that version of myself. I think Chiron will show me how to mutate the old me (pre and post-Saturn Return) into the new me.

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Update: Recent Travel and Cabin/Land

I’ve not been online much. Blogging and even journaling has almost come to a complete stop. Instead, I’ve been posting every now and then in a forum I’ve been a part of for many years because I get more feedback and support there than I tend to get here on WordPress. Most of what I post is very mundane compared to the typical posts on this blog. If you are interested in following along with me there (and meeting some amazing people), please send me a message and I will send you the info/link for the consciousness exploration forum I frequent.

Travel

So, what have I been up to? Well, I recently returned from almost two weeks overseas. I returned on July 4th around midnight and it took me all the way until Monday to start to feel normal again. I swear I must have slept 10-14hrs a day and still felt tired. lol My friend jetlag did not disappoint! And this time it made sure to leave me completely disoriented whenever I woke. One time I woke up not knowing where I was and wandered all over my room looking for doors that weren’t there. It took me about 5 minutes to recognize my own bedroom again. Ha!

Where did I go? Seoul, South Korea, Tokyo and other parts of Japan, and finally Oahu, Hawaii. I spent about four days in each place, not near enough to get over the initial jetlag I had in Korea BTW.

The first and last places (S. Korea and Hawaii) were work related. Japan was a birthday present to my husband from his family. I wasn’t very keen on S. Korea but Japan peaked my interest, especially the Sea of Trees forest.

In S. Korea we visited a palace, Gyeongbokgung, the main royal palace of the Joseon Daynasty. We also went to a Buddhist temple but I can’t recall its name now. Then we visited Seoul Tower and later learned how to make Kimchi and got dressed in traditional dress. I found Koreans to be very friendly and welcoming. The city of Seoul was so clean, so well planned, that it almost felt like an entirely different dimension. It was very different from the U.S.! Unfortunately, I didn’t enjoy the food too much, at least not until I tried the street food. Now that was yummy!

My first impression of Tokyo was similar – clean, welcoming and like a completely different world. Where Koreans mostly don’t know English, almost everyone in Japan seemed to. Everything was in both Japanese and English in most places and everywhere I went (mostly on subways, trains and buses) everything was in English. I spent the first day in the hotel sleeping but the second day we traveled to the Sea of Trees and Mt. Fuji. It took us 4hrs by subway and train and then when we returned by bus and subway it was a bit faster. I suggest if you fly into Tokyo that you do not try to do Mt. Fuji in one day. All the transportation in the park stops at 5pm. I wish we had gotten a hotel and stayed there the entirety of our trip, but we didn’t. Even so, we got to visit two ice caves and the Sea of Trees, which was enough for me.

I’d been to Hawaii before so I mostly slept and worked from the hotel while we were there. I did visit Pearl Harbor (our company has a contract to repair the dry docks) and lingered on the beach or worked during the days. In the evenings it was lots of fine dining and shopping.

Overall, I think the trip would’ve been more enjoyable had we given ourselves more time in each location to get over the jetlag. IDK if it is my age or what but my body was just not adjusting as fast as I wanted. Thus, the sleeping away one day in Tokyo and Hawaii and then three days of exhaustion when I returned to the states.

Here are some pictures which are in order of Hawaii, then Tokyo and finally S. Korea:

Egret
Banyan tree
Sea of trees

Land and Cabin Progress

The day we left for South Korea the old mobile home on the new property was moved. It is gone forever. Donated to a family in need. I feel good about donating it. I hope it’s new family turned it into a loving home. I do not know where or who it went to, just that it is close by (within 1hr).

The little turkey vulture grew up and has feathers. I did not get a picture of him after my most recent trip but the last time I saw him he was bigger than a chicken, though still mostly covered in his white down with some feathers sprouting on his wings.

The cabin foundation was completed before we left. It is now ready for a roof and windows. We are hoping to have it complete by the end of summer or early Fall. We are still waiting on the county to tell us how much it will cost to have county water. The water well works but it will be costly to get running (around $15K). We suspect the county water will be similar but would prefer it since maintaining a water well can be costly over time and county water will be around $50/mo. There is still a lot of work to do on the land such as clearing junk and finishing some of the out buildings. We will tackle those issues once it gets a bit cooler this fall. The temps we’ve had in the high 90’s are not ideal for working outside.

Below is progress of the cabin starting with most recent (as of this past Wednesday):

Critters we’ve encountered on the land to include baby turkey vulture:

Other pics of the land. The first is where the mobile home use to sit. The second is of the shed we are fixing up and the last is what is left of a junk pile:

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Message: We Win When We All Win

It stormed again last night. It is suppose to rain all week, probably at night. It has been a very wet Spring! 

After being awakened by the storm, I fell back to sleep and had a healing dream with a message.

In the dream, I returned to an old school gym from my elementary and middle school years. It was the original gym of the old original town schoolhouse that we used in elementary school for gym class. When I was in middle school, the gym and schoolhouse was shut down to remove asbestos and make it safe to use. In the dream, I went into the girls dressing room accompanied by other young girls. I don’t think I knew most of them but we were all young, like 10 years old. I went inside and found a purse inside an old locker, my old locker. I brought it back out and showed the other girls. It was pink and still had the original plastic wrapping on it. There was a logo or drawing on it of a band I had never heard of. I commented that it might be worth something since it was so well preserved. Then I opened the zipper to the change purse. Inside was a wad of money. I took it out, oohing and awing over it and showing the girls. I could sense a girl I once knew in the background watching – Nicki Bitch is the name I gave her long ago and still call her that. I said it surely was not much money because Nicki said something along the lines of I must have put the purse there or stolen it or worse. I sifted through the money and pulled out one twenty, two, three an then a fifty! Nicki was still commenting that it was a ruse and couldn’t be true and I was saying how it was true and I must have gone back to the gym in my middle school years and placed the purse in the locker. She wasn’t convinced and the other girls were believing her over me (typical). I finally lost my nerve and called her out, reminding the others that she only befriended people who had something she wanted and was known to lie and manipulate others into doing what she wanted. Everyone got quiet and Nicki walked away along with some of the other girls. I knew she was likely planning on doing something to me for revenge. That is how she was. She would hold onto her anger and get revenge years later if she had to, waiting for the perfect timing. I lingered in the gym with my best friend somewhat worried about how she would make me pay.

The dream shifted and I was still with my friend. We were late to a funeral. It was related to Nicki Bitch but I don’t think it was her funeral (not sure whose it was). We arrived just in time to see a group of people leave a church and head towards the cemetery. We decided to join the group and as we were walking towards the group, a couple of girls and their parents appeared and walked alongside us. One girl turned to me and said, “I won’t be listening to you about friends” (or something similar). I told her I didn’t blame her and that she should listen to her heart when it came to choosing friends, not me. Then I apologized for my outburst in the gym earlier. I told her my outburst was because I hadn’t done the work and healed myself. The mother of the girl nodded her head and the girl accepted my apology. It felt like my words were truth and something about them woke me.

Message

I lingered in bed thinking of the dream and how I hadn’t had a dream about my school years in a very long time. During that time I spoke with my guidance and thought through other similar scenarios from my youth. One was how that girl – Nicki Bitch – convinced all my classmates to vote for my best friend as most likely to succeed despite the fact that, as Valedictorian, that spot was meant for me. Not only did my “best friend” agree to the nomination, but she won and later made it clear that she no longer considered me her friend. Not only did Nicki get her revenge but my friend seemed to have abandoned me for the entirety of our senior year. Funny enough, I didn’t ever lash out against my friend, defending her to others when they brought up how she was treating me and always remaining steadfast in our friendship despite her ghosting of me. I was told with this memory that I did well and my actions were a reflection of my inner true self. I heard, “We win when we all win” and that in that moment when I was betrayed by my friend a part of me knew this.

I’d always wondered why I acted the way I did in my youth. I often did things without knowing why and sometimes they made me look like a fool. As I matured I began to withhold that part of myself, convincing myself that it was wrong. Perhaps my guidance is correct and I was my true self more then than I am now?

I also recognized that I was holding onto the hurt from my youth and using it as an excuse and sort of protection against future hurt. The purse and money within shows how much I have invested in it – the lesson, and my response to others, especially groups. Instead of calling out Nicki Bitch like I did in real life (and the dream) I should have quietly distanced myself from her and surrounded myself with those who really recognized my value. But I felt a need to call attention to how wrong she was and how right I was. Whenever anyone does that it doesn’t often turn out well in the end. I deduced from that experience and other future similar experiences that most people have friends primarily for selfish means (to gain something for themselves). For example, my ex husband specifically told me that he liked to have a lot of friends because “I might need help some day”. And my current husband also values friends for that reason, though he is usually the one helping them. He is oblivious to the fact that some of the “friends” are only his friends when they need something from him. I detest this kind of friendship as it is fake and selfish. True friendship is not for gain alone. It really irritates me that so many have shallow friendships. I wouldn’t even categorize them as such but call them associates. 

Still, though, the message “we win when we all win” is a common one. It upsets me, though, because it suggests that I should allow others to win despite my own hurt or upset in the process. Like with my friend, I allowed her treatment of me without even feeling hurt really because I loved her and understood she was going through a challenging time. Funny enough, when she apologized years later she told me exactly that! And I told her I never begrudged her and still thought of her as a friend, which surprised her. Then, later, I began to convince myself that my response to her mistreatment had been wrong. Now I am seeing it was not.

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Lucid Dream: Australia

It’s been a while. I apologize for the long pause but I have not felt inclined to write lately. I am writing today only because, after longer than I can remember, I had a lucid dream. 🙂

Lucid Dream: Australia

I found myself walking along a dirt path in a rural setting. The sky was blue and dotted with white, fluffy clouds. There were stubby trees here and there, tall grasses and large rocks dotting the landscape. Somehow I knew I was in Australia and I remember thinking, “I haven’t been here in a long time.”

I remember having a conversation with someone in my mind about the government giving away land to people in order to get the area settled. They were telling me about a program to help educate newcomers to the customs and traditions of the land as well as to teach them skills so they could make a living off the land (farming, ranching, permaculture, etc.). I remember my only interest was residing there and taking in nature.

I walked down the dirt path towards a metal stake embedded in the rocky soil. Near it were some large, white rocks similar to the limestone rocks of central Texas (when I visited Aussie in real life I thought it resembled Texas). I leaned down and grabbed one of the rocks to turn it over and moved it outside of the property boundary. It was heavy and I could feel the rough surface of the rock under my fingers. There was momentary worry that I would disturb a snake or large insect that had made its home under the rock, but to my relief there was nothing underneath it. I located another rock and did the same, relocating it to the other side of the boundary.

When I was done, I noted that the area was clear of rocks and saw the corner was well defined. I turned around to walk back up the path and spotted a wooden stake, broken in half, with an orange flag on it. I went to retrieve it when I heard someone remind me that the natives didn’t like the newcomers. I assumed one must have stolen the stake and broken it, tossing it far away from the property boundary. Taking the stake in my hand, I put it next to the metal stake where it belonged.

Again, I turned to walk back up the dirt path. This is when I paused to look around and take in the scenery. It was beautiful! I thought to myself how real everything was. I had an inkling that I was dreaming so I leaned down and felt the soil of the dirt path. It was warm to the touch with a gritty texture. I picked some up, letting the particles of soil fall between my fingers while focusing on the feel it it. Yep, it felt like soil. I wondered if it would also smell like soil, so I took a handful of soil and brought it up to my nose. The smell was earthy with hints of other smells. I smiled and let the soil fall through my fingertips to the ground. Again, I looked around, noting the trees, sky and path I was walking. How amazing! Strangely, I did not continue for long in that lucid state but stood a moment in awe as realization hit me that I had a choice to stay or go. For some odd reason I chose to leave, slowly returning to my sleeping physical body.

When I woke I was surprised and pleased I had a lucid dream. It has been a long time! I wondered why Australia and then recalled that just yesterday I had been talking about my visit there. I guess a part of me wanted to return and so did. 🙂

Walk-In

Another thing that happened in the night was a brief waking almost immediately after having fallen asleep. I remember getting reminded, out of the blue, of my past and how I was a “walk-in”. I called bullshit, saying I didn’t believe in that but was asked to Remember, meaning to feel within myself what was truth. After a pause, I acknowledged my past experiences were real. However, I still felt that all of it seems very unreal in my present state.

I am certain this short reminder came as a result of something I had told someone about my past and how I am going through a major stage of disillusionment. When I think of my all my past spiritual experiences they feel to have all been for nothing; pointless.

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Why I am my Mother’s Daughter

Interesting between life recall last night.

My family went out to my mom’s for dinner last night. It turned out very well and was a nice evening. When I got home and was winding down to sleep, I was going over the night’s events, thinking of my mom, and suddenly began to imagine telling her things I should’ve when I was there. I often do this, going over past and even future moments and how I could enhance them by saying or doing things differently. So, I was telling my mom some things I think she needed to hear. I said to her (in my mind), “Mom, I’m so proud of you! You’re a good mom. You’ve done really good as my mom in this life.” Interestingly, I had a sudden flash of what I can only describe as memory when I wondered to myself, “Why did I want to say that to mom?”

The memory was of a visual from above of a young women who was very distraught. She was saying to herself, “I’m not a good mother. I want to be a good mother…” I could feel everything she was feeling. Then I heard myself say to her, “You’ll be okay. I’ll help you.” I don’t know if she actually heard me or not. 

The memory was so quick that I almost didn’t think anything of it, but there was a sense in my heart that it was something that actually happened. I believe I witnessed my mother at some point in her youth, maybe after the birth of my older sister, and answered her call for help. My intention being to come down and help her be “a good mother” because she was so distraught and struggling with the difficult task ahead, specifically with my sister who was a colicky child. My mom has told me horror stories of her time as a brand new mother with a colicky baby who seemed to never stop crying. My dad would be off working and she would be alone, in an unfamiliar city (they were in New Jersey), a new mother, with no family around for support. She told me about her struggles and how, at that time, she had visions of throwing her baby (my older sister) against the wall just so the crying would stop. She was exhausted and needed help but had none. 

I had a between life memory years ago in an OBE where I was in “heaven” in front of a curved screen going through what my life would be. I remember feeling “called” down to Earth after the birth of my older sister. The feeling was absolutely inescapable. I was going “down” and was nervously apprehensive. I wonder now if part of the call I answered was witnessing the struggle my mom was going through and somehow seeing her struggle solidified my decision to incarnate? 

Regardless, it seemed like my imagined conversation with my mom at bedtime unlocked a deeper reason for me being in this life, one that helps me better understand the relationship I have with my mom. We’ve always had a strong connection. 

I was a good baby according to her – quiet, content, and super easy compared to my older sister. Maybe I was that way to show her that mothering could be enjoyable, easy and natural? 

I also recognized when I stopped feeling like my mom and sister were “safe”. A memory came to mind from when I was around 7-8 yrs old. I remember both of them coming into the bathroom and my mom telling my sister to help her hold me down over the toilet. Then my mom put soap in my mouth (Irish Spring, I can still taste it) and literally “washed” it out, reminding me not to say bad words. I have no idea what bad words I said but I do remember feeling completely betrayed by both of them. What was the worst part is that they were both laughing at my distress. So, my guess is that when the two of them are together I go on alert and am super suspicious of being betrayed again. That is how I am. When my trust is broken it is nearly impossible for the person to win it back.