Category: Denise

(Monday, August 11, 2025) waning gibbous moon Pisces / tarot ace of cups / oracle Grace

When Cullan was very young, past toddler age, maybe kindergarten time, I seemed to have had a past-life dream: he was a librarian at the ancient Hall of Records. Edgar Cayce said that refugees from Atlantis built the Hall of Records at Giza to preserve their knowledge. Cayce’s readings said that Atlantis was destroyed around 10,500 BC, and that the Hall of Records will eventually be rediscovered.

A day after that dream, Cullan was sobbing about the little library in his bedroom. The books were not organized in their normal order. They were askew.

Day notes:

It seems important this memory of nearly 40 years ago came up after the dramatic and heart-breaking event outside of the Sheehan family reunion.

At the time of this dream, I had no idea I would visit Virginia Beach twice, and the A.R.E. (the Association for Research and Enlightenment). Bonnie and I had past-life readings there. Mine was about ancient Persia.

I just watched a great two hour video with the new CEO of the A.R.E., lawyer Christoper Naughton (on the New Thinking Allowed channel). He is highly inspiring.

(Thursday, August 7, 2025) waxing gibbous moon Capricorn / tarot queen of pentacles / oracle Awakening

This dream feels vivid when I wake up: My home is shared with Chris, Cullan, Wyn and Oona. It is very large, made of stone, cement and stucco. We are connected to other houses made in the same pattern: one story with hundreds of rooms. I have been doing some internal chores (homework), interacting with a few neighbors . I enter a small bathroom to take a shower. Inside the shower I notice that the bottoms of my feet are pure black, probably dirt. I make sure they are rinsed clean.

The scene changes to the outdoors. My land is expansive: a gentle, tall slope is covered with a field of long green grass, like the nature I experienced in Glastonbury. At the bottom of the hill is a forest. Along the mound are plenty of giant, old trees that live alone, not in the woods.

Now I am working outside, not inside. It is a warm, sunny day. Midway down the knoll I see two small wooden railings like those that are used at the edges of walking bridges. The rails are next to each other, not separate, and stand over a little round ditch that has concrete at the bottom. The hole is about four feet deep and the diameter is the same. Not a dangerous spot, but something that needs to be filled or covered up so people don’t fall in.

Chris is nearby and I tell him I am going to remove the railings, as they are starting to fall apart. Pieces of the wood are broken. I also tell him I am going to plant a few baby trees that will become big trees. He asks why, thinking the present amount are fine, beautiful. I say that I want to make sure there are trees in the future, years after we are gone.

Day notes:

One day later, on Friday evening, I have two flashes from this dream about being in a room with my community, almost a feeling of telepathy. Early Monday morning I have a flash about walking down to the bottom of the hill, seeing a river below the forest.

I have dreamt of a green, green environment many times in my life.

I rode my bike to Lake Harriet this morning. There were several circular holes on 48th Street, ready for sewer repairs. Hole, whole? On the west side of the lake, construction workers were replacing a section of the tar walking path with a wide cement sidewalk. The wooden railings remind me of the Peace Garden bridge that I passed by today.

On Monday I met with my therapist Anna. I told her about my 2017 prescient Glastonbury Black Wolf dream which told me England is an ancestral home. I did not believe that at the moment but six months later my uncle John Luther shared a family tree and I found out it was true.

Tom Jones (a Brit) famously sang the song with the title of this dream. A prescient element (quite a few in this dream): we are going to the Sheehan family reunion on Saturday in Kellogg, Minnesota. I looked it up on the map today and it says “Greenfield Township.” I have never known that name before. Am I adding to the “family tree”?

St. Mary’s Cemetery in Minneiska, our Sheehan family plot.
The cemetery is on a gentle, green bluff with ancient trees.

Green: growth / newbie (not ripened or matured) / heart chakra
Concrete: not abstract

(Friday, August 1, 2025) first quarter moon Scorpio / tarot High Priestess / oracle Grace

After my long, hard day at Mayo Clinic, I slept really well. Almost 10 hours. In the middle of the night I had a dream that lasted, even though it had simple details:

I am walking in the dark, perhaps midnight. Outdoors, in nature. There are no buildings or trees, and no people, except for me. I see no stars or the moon. I walk and walk and walk. Every few steps, maybe less than fifty feet, seem to arrive in a location that tells me about a particular test I had at the Mayo (14 labs with 80 individual test results). I don’t perceive scientific information. My mind and soul sense something much deeper and mysterious. Each “test” floods my body.