Fragment: Wyn Grows Tall

(Sunday, August 4, 2019) moon waxing crescent Libra / tarot Chariot

Long dreams last night but one of the only remaining fragments is of Wyn standing next to Cullan and Hillary. He is much taller than his father, and wiry-thin, as Cullan was in his early 20s. I think Wyn is in his late teens or of college-age. He has beautiful, dark, thick hair. The energy surrounding the three is supportive. Wyn is independent and calmly witty.

Journey Towards Impeaching Richard Nixon

(Saturday, August 3, 2019) moon waxing crescent Virgo / tarot Knight of Swords

I had to lie in bed for an hour or more, trying to get this dream to percolate to the surface. Most of it is still missing, but I’m surprised any of it showed up at all.

The dream location is a series of islands, like British Columbia, but many of the island beaches are covered in tall grass. More like Virginia or the Carolinas. There are no mountains.

Hundreds of people are on boats, moving from island to island. West. We share a goal: Make it to the farthest island and impeach Richard Nixon.

Traveling is difficult for me. When the boats land at different harbors and people interact with each other in various buildings, I am often ignored or dismissed. My manic sister Jamie is quite verbally abusive. She criticizes me for not being on schedule, not being aggressive.

Still, I am relieved that presidential impeachment is in the visible future. We will all make it to Nixon’s island and confront him together.

Waking Dream: Tree Of Life Jill

(Friday, August 2, 2019)

After two days of travel, I arrived home last night from Jill’s “Healing the Ancestors” retreat in B.C. Completely exhausted, I crawled into bed and gazed out my west-facing window at the tall backyard pines.

Jill’s beautiful face appeared at the side of a treetop. Not just a sculptural image, but a highly active little movie. She transformed from her 70s to her 20s and every age in-between: laughing, chatting and engaging with another spirit that was not visible to me. The presence was strongest in my left eye but also perceived in my right. Breathtaking. I felt completely blessed by Jill. I have NEVER had that kind of vision. I knew it would last as long as I remained attentive. Eventually I had to close my eyes and sleep.

A huge redwood on Cortes Island with a hollow, human-sized center that was created by a forest fire. Photo by Bonnie Mitsch. The 1700-year-old yew tree I met at Jill’s last retreat also has an open core large enough for people to step into.

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