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(Saturday, October 19, 2013)  I live near the Minnesota River. Unrelenting rains have caused the river to spill its banks. The flooding is massive, dangerous. Other rivers and streams are also at flood stage. The government has provided safe haven for elders and pregnant women only. My husband and I and our infant daughter are preparing to flee.

We pack a few belongings to carry on our backs. We will be traveling on foot. I put our two cats in their carriers and attach ropes to the handles so I can pull them behind me. My husband says to leave the older cat but I refuse.

Because of the rains the aquifers have filled and groundwater is bubbling up through the soil, causing even more flooding. We must leave immediately. I bend over to tie my hiking boots and notice that my boots have no hooks, that I wrap the leather laces around and around my leather-clad ankles. I have a lucid moment and wonder if this is a past life dream. My boots seem to be from the time of hunter-gatherers.

Day notes:

Bonnie and I are signed up to attend an event on climate change at the Carondelet Center next month.

(Saturday, October 19, 2013)  In a dream from April 28, 2012, I’m shown how tornadoes are portals between dimensions. I don’t know if I dream this before or after I read David Wilcock’s book. Last night I dream of hurricane-force winds. I’m safe, but the sound and fury of the storm in the dream is like the Black Hills blizzard. I’m reminded of what Mary Ziemer calls The Holy Winds or The Black Winds. The Great Spirit. The winds that sweep her to lucidity.

(Saturday, October 19, 2013)  I have another experience last night of my body dissolving: again, while lying in bed, right before sleep. My mind or consciousness is filled with cartoon-like images that themselves dissolve and morph into other very playful images. It’s like looking at a sheet of colored drawing paper (orange-red) full of two-dimensional animations drawn with a white crayon made of light.

I notice holes in the “paper.” Two eyes are looking at me through the holes. They are my eyes. I am looking at myself, from the other side, through holes in the “mask.”

I am still awake and the implications of this are very shocking. I see that there are other openings in the screen/mask/border. I peer through them into the other side and am sucked into a spinning vortex. A voice says, “You are illuminated.” I fall into sleep.

Day  notes:

I started seeing these “animations” made of light during Eddie’s Tai-Chi class at Pathways. Third eye opening? Lucid dream?