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(Saturday, April 28, 2018) Pink Moon in Libra / tarot 10 of swords reversed

Today was Victoria’s dream workshop at French Park. She instructed us to bring a dream. Since our group had worked my “Synchronous Visions” dream the evening before (my 61st birthday), I brought my “Bodhisattva Combats The Dark Force” dream. This morning I arrived early at the park, so I checked my emails while waiting in the car. I was astonished to see a message from David, the lovely soul I met in Glastonbury last year on my 60th birthday. The mandala ceremony is underway there now, and he is attending. I have been planning to create a clay sculpture of a priest, a spiritual master, using David’s likeness. My heart was overwhelmed all day by the holy synchronicity of this communication. My chest and lungs physically ache.

Here is my poem about the bodhisattva dream:

I am fused with my hacker-lover.

I am guided by his Mastery of the Scorched Earth, laser-burning through the firewall.

We move like clouds, full of electricity.

I have long dreams all night but this scene at the very end, before I awaken, stands out:

The sensation is that of my childhood. The room I am in feels like the south corner of the family living room, near the door connected to the side entry and kitchen. The tones look like those viewed on an early color television. Slightly muted, a bit pink in hue.

Two old wooden televisions are set against the 60s-era beige wall. They are identical, the same model, pushed closely together like a pair of eyes. I scribble acronyms with crayons onto each screen, duplicating on the right TV what I scribe onto the left TV: UFO, ET, etc. I wipe some letters off, and then replace them with different combinations. UFO is the last set of letters I remember writing before I wake up.

Day notes:

The first thing that came to my waking mind was the word “channel.” I am going to attend a channeling session at Carondolet next Saturday by a friend of Eric C. named Kelly Thebo. She channels a group of aliens called “The Collective.” I will ask them about my childhood dreams and experiences with ETs.

Minnetonka Animal Hospital is advising that I take Lola to Blue Pearl for neurology and ophthalmic exams. She needs an MRI, perhaps to diagnose cancer. This made me really think about the little shutterings I have been noticing in her face. I have found videos of identical tremors on Google and they are of cats experiencing focal seizures. So I took a video of Lola’s twitching face.

Last fall I saw her shaking quite violently as she slept. I “saw” smoke waft from her body. I called it one of my waking dream. At the time I wondered if it was her aura but now I remember Chris’ first temporal lobe grand mal seizure. He woke up with an overwhelming sense of smell of something burning. An hour later, he fell into a seizure at Regions (that caused his heart to stop) and was diagnosed with a brain tumor. Temporal lobe seizures are also called focal seizures.

In a nightime dream I had in December I was able to heal her dilated pupil.