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09/10/2022

Spirits Behind Glass Doors

(Saturday, September 10, 2022) full moon Pisces / tarot Strength

I took Snowball to the vet today. Whenever I work with him, the Strength card shows up.

This morning I dream that I am on the main floor of my house. A younger man, probably Cullan, is very busy working on some software or paperwork. It’s taking a lot of his time, which is delaying a visit scheduled with our relatives, maybe my niece Jennie’s yearly bean bag party.

Waiting, I stand and look at the stairs that lead to my upper office and bedroom. There is a full glass door at the bottom of the stairs, and a friendly male spirit with round metal spectacles at the top of the stairs. I wave at him. He dances and floats up and down the stairs, over and over again. He does not pass through the glass. I watch for quite awhile. Is he Benjamin Franklin? A former owner of my house? He is blonde with a round face. He appears to be in his 30s.

Then I notice that a child’s bedroom on the main floor also has a glass door and an active spirit inside the room. I hope that Wyn is not disturbed by the spirits. No one else seems to pay much attention to the friendly ghosts. Cullan keeps working, so relatives start to arrive to our house, instead of waiting for us to head to theirs.

There are more details to the dream but the ghosts stand out so much that the rest of the story dissolves when I wake up. I love that I have clear visibility to another realm.

Day notes:

This is the first time Jennie and Matt have not held their family party in quite a few years.

09/08/202209/10/2022

Three Moons and The Haunted Attic

(Thursday, September 8, 2022) waxing gibbous moon Aquarius / tarot Moon

This is the third morning in a row that I have pulled the Moon tarot card. The moon will be full on Saturday.

I had kind of a nightmare last night, although I recognized it for what it was in the dream and worked on fixing it. Lucidity or sleep paralysis?

I am sleeping in my bed upstairs but the upper level is like a storage attic, strewn with stuff. It feels like years past. A woman, perhaps a ghost, charges up the stairs. She seems more like a thief than an attacker. At some point, though, we both turn into spirits and conflictingly spin together on my bed. Whirling dervishes. It helps me push her away. She resents that I occupy her former house. She misses it.

09/07/202201/01/2026

Transcendentalism and Double White Light

(Wednesday, September 7, 2022) waxing gibbous moon Aquarius / tarot Moon

Chris and I walk into a large retreat center along the shore of the ocean. I enter a building directly on the edge of the sea, and he wanders to a different structure further from the beach. Closer to the woods.

I sense powerful physical and spiritual energy, as in my last dream. Many kind, older people, people my age, are hiking into the center. They are gentle and friendly, dressed in beautiful clothing with fine patterns and elegant floral details. Some are also wearing delicate, elaborate jewelry made with gems and hand-carved gold and silver.

Ralph Waldo Emerson is the leader of this event. He speaks in his nineteenth century accent: fluently, expansively. Using a colorful drawing, he explains that he is presenting information about double white light. His fingers touch two white circles on the paper. Many of the attendees have followed his teachings for most of their lives. I am blessed to take in this experience and to meet them all. I feel the white energy in my heart and spine.

The interior of the building has decorations that appear to combine the styles of Buddhism and Victorianism. Not simple, but colorful and emotionally pleasing. I take a break and head to a small restroom for a pee. When I return, the group is meeting for lunch together. After I finish my meal, I notice that I need to head to a restroom again to clean my teeth. A new female friend says, yes, that is one of the joys of aging: sticky teeth. It almost feels like my teeth are covered in light, white down feathers. Both restrooms have breezy, sheer, floral curtains that create a cloaked, protective environment.

I never see Chris again in the dream. People at the retreat are happy to meet him and spend time with him. He is not interested in spiritual experiences, although he enjoys the natural location and his companions.

I turn back to the woods for a walk. My friend Bev, who lives just a few blocks away on 41st and Wentworth, is walking with me on the path. We are enjoying time together in the peaceful forest. Her husband Don is stepping quickly past us, and I wave hello with my left hand. He is stern. Perhaps he doesn’t care for the the task he is heading for. He does not look at all like real life Don. His hair is round and curly, almost like a thick woolen cap.

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Day notes:

I looked up Emerson after the dream and discovered that Margaret Fuller had been a companion, feminist and Transcendentalist. Our Tangletown neighborhood used to be called Fuller. The Margaret Fuller elementary school was torn down and now is Fuller Park. My neighbor MaryLou helped create the park in 1978. My grandmother was a Fuller.

Emerson passed away on my birthday, April 27.

I am starting to feel more settled in our neighborhood. Most of the people on our street are compassionate and friendly.

Don: 1. Spanish Mr. or Sir, 2. Lord or gentleman in Spanish speaking countries, 3. Italian title for priests, 4. A person of great importance, 5. A University teacher, especially a senior member at Oxford or Cambridge, 6. Head of the Mafia

Transcendentalism: An idealistic philosophical and social movement which developed in New England around 1836 in reaction to rationalism. It taught that divinity pervades all nature and humanity, and its members held progressive views on feminism, abolitionism and communal living. Ralph Waldo Emerson and Henry David Thoreau were central figures.

I ordered a book of Emerson’s main essays, including “The Over Soul.”