Solar flares and extreme weather signal that we are in the “earth changes” and I realize I need to stock up basics. The sudden harsh storms that knocked out power in W.Virginia could happen anywhere, anytime. Years ago now, many years ago, my Cherokee mentor told me to keep a bag with essentials by the door and to be ready to flee at any moment, (I guess in case we didn’t have to flee). This was when we lived near the WTC. We moved before 9-11, but her warning has stayed in my mind. In later years she told me to stock up on canned food, etc. I go through phases where I do this, and then phases where I deplete whatever it is I’ve stored. I learned that water in plastic jugs only lasts up to 2 months (or you are basically drinking plastic water). If what happened in W.V. happened here, I’d be the one having to line up for food and water rations. They are trucking in supplies and doing “mass feedings” for the people who have no power after a week or so now. It can all happen fast. Do you have an emergency plan?
Our farm house was built in 1750, and my sons loved hearing about how their house was built “before America was America”. We read to them all about the Revolutionary War and watched Liberty Kids on PBS (a big favorite of mine and theirs). This was interesting because their father is British. Through their parents, they must have seen the coming together of two opposing countries from that era, and enjoyed the slight bit of tension in it because they loved to switch sides. One would be a Red Coat one day and a Yankee the next. They named one of our chickens General Gage (yes, even though she was a she) after the British general in Boston, and called our car at the time (a lemon Volvo) “LuDu Adams” after John Adams. I think they thought Abigail’s name was LuDu for some reason. After going to Concord more than once and seeing the reenactments of the Battle of Lexington and Concord, my boys were fully engaged in the history of America and I hope today, Independence Day 2012, they have pride and a sense of responsibility to to their country, and a belief that doing something good for others is necessary for us to have a world worth living in.
I haven’t taken my easel to the beach yet this summer (too hot so far) but will before summer’s end, I hope. I love to visually grab the people and their movements, it is a challenge worth attempting because people are so beautiful in their slightest gestures. Usually sand gets mixed into the paint.
A few days ago, I had an astral experience that kind of surprised me. I was at first seeing (with stark clarity) a rafter with yellow jackets or wasps making a next. Then I was pulled to the right along a fast track (usually I am pulled forward) and into velvety darkness, not unlike the tunnel with the light at the end of it. Then I was shown a desert scene where an enormous crater opened up (like a sink hole). The particles of sand were so clear to me. I was hovering over it. Then I was shown a plains area, very flat. In the far distance were 3 smoke plumes. They were yellow-blackish. There seemed to be an explosion, and though the smoke plumes were so far away, mud splattered onto me from the explosion. Next, I was shown a canyon arch, red rock. The red rock arch crumbled. It was very dramatic. Again, I was hovering over this. Now at this point I was pulled along and was shown beautiful sea water. There had been an underwater volcano.
I came out of this astral experience at that point, as though released from the concern of each scene. I do not know what to make of it. It was so starkly real visually, I wondered if all of these things were going on somewhere right now. There are fires raging in US but I am not sure if there are any in a vast open plains area. Maybe these are things which do happen on and off on earth, but it seemed surprising to me to see 4 scenes, all about some kind of earth disaster or event, with the only exception being the fires. I was under the impression they may have been man-made (and possibly chemical fires–but I was not sure). I do not know if these are predictions or not. I only know I was shown these scenes.
You know what your purpose is, what you came here to do. You may not accept it because of the way others conditioned you. Usually people define our purpose for us as we grow by letting us know what we cannot do, or what they have decided we are not capable of doing. Sometimes, people may manipulate us into doing what they determine is our purpose (for their own uses). You are the only one who truly knows your purpose, and the only one who can truly advocate for yourself in making that purpose evolve into action. Some wonderful people may help us understand and recognize that purpose (thank God!) while many others would and will try to shape you to their will. What you are called to do is your very own conversation with God, with your sense of your true soul essence. When you sit quietly, listen inwardly and know that there is a compass of light in there that will guide you to all you came to live, all you came to know, all you came to do.
Summer is here, the smell of chlorine and sunscreen and the warmth of the sun on wet skin is back. Summer in Westport is the gentle play of light flashing on the water and the sound of kids shrieking, hot concrete under my feet, the sea view, expansive and open just beyond the pool. I love the ride home when the car fills up with hot air (we roll the windows down) and wet towels and ears, wrinkled toes and fingers begin to dry.
In recent intuitive reading headings I have done in NYC, I have discovered with clients the power of two. Choosing one card (at random without seeing which card you are picking) and allowing feelings to arise, and thoughts, and memories is potent. Then choosing another card at random and seeing what it brings up when beside the first chosen card is even more rich. It is more rich because the two card images together kind of complete a story, or a thought or idea that needs expressing.
When you use the cards, be sure to play and be playful. Make up your own process and just simply see what the cards say to you. Once you know what each card symbolizes for you, you can ask in meditation for spiritual help and guidance. Pick a few cards and trust what they say to you. And if someone else comes to you for assistance or guidance, you can read for them by having them choose a card from the deck of 40 images and while you will want to ask them what the card means to them (so they can begin to tap into their own “inner library”) you will be able to trust and know that what the card means to you will in some way help this person. You can share your meaning and then encourage them to share what it means to them, especially with their concern in mind and heart.
I’m not too shy about putting my dreams out there. Go ahead and analyze this if you want to (Jungian, Freudian, etc.). This dream, like only a few others, though, has that tinge of scary-real that makes me certain it was a premonition dream. You know it when you have one because premonition dreams are unlike other dreams in that there is a level of emotional finality and clarity that is hard to describe. However, as we can alter our fate, and not allow the future to devolve into tatters and ruin, we can hopefully stop this from happening.
The dream simply showed me how many more people will become homeless. People who a few years ago would never have ever, ever thought this was a possibility. And there were so many that they began to band together, all types, all ages. On the edges of suburbia they waited to take over homes that stood empty. A foreclosure here or there or whatever. They were desperate and hungry, but only months prior they had been dignified and enjoyed roles in society that properly reflected their education and/or life experience as good citizens. And now they were without shelter and in shock and in survival mode. Yet there were still many people who had homes, which caused a certain kind of tension, not unlike The Little Match Girl by Hans Christian Andersen.
Homelessness has been a problem for ages, there have always been homeless. But what is happening now in our society, all around the globe, is that the structure of our system is eroding and the gap between the extremely wealthy and the destitute seems to widen by the day. If there really is a 1% and a 99%, and things keep going in the same direction, it is not hard to imagine this dream actually happening. I hope and pray not, yet as I write this I realize it may be kind of happening in some places already.