“You don’t want to save the world, you want to serve the emerging paradigm” Rev. Michael Beckwith

I have just been busy working. And shopping for a lawnmower.  I decided I want to do my lawn myself for awhile, I can’t seem to make it to the gym and treadmill since I stay tied to the computer, so doing my own yardwork and housework seems like a healthy habit to get into.  I bought a little Magic Blue vacuum cleaner a few months ago – when my housekeeper told me she had to stop working on her feet and have some foot surgery – and I actually started having fun cleaning my own place. Who knew?  Continue reading →

Well I got 3 out of 5 for $9 on last night’s Fantasy 5.  I’ve been playing the lottery a bit, I used to always get a quick pick, but this time I am picking my numbers for the Fantasy Five and Lotto.  I’ve had some luck with the Monopoly and Lucky 7’s scratch off tickets also.  My rule is I can only use lottery winnings to buy more tickets, or change I have in the car.  So far I am about even. And I’m actively doing visualization about watching them draw the numbers and me checking the numbers on my ticket and seeing they are winners and getting excited about it.  As soon as I wake up in the morning, I think “today’s the day, let me check my numbers and see what I’ve won”.   Continue reading →

Doug and I have moved to a new place, or Doug has and I’m visiting, It belongs to a friend who has not yet moved out, so the house is packed with someone else’s stuff. There is a group over helping to move us in, and I have just my one big suitcase and it’s on my bed in the back room. My bathroom has a small water leak, so there is a little standing water at the base of the toilet but everything works.  It is dusty around the edges of everything and a little dirty, but not bad. There is a lot of furniture and books and papers (writing papers and business mail, not newspapers) in stacks along the halls and walkways. It is like 6am and it is in a neighborhood that has some big trees but the homes are close together like an old school neighborhood. Behind us is s school of sorts, and there is a phys ed class out in the field.   Continue reading →

Staying at someone else’s house with a boyfriend who had a daughter who was there with us also.  Her sleeping “room” was behind some curtains, he got out of bed to check on her.  I thought I should put some clothes on, since we are in someone else’s house, although sleeping.  I get up to use the bathroom and wrap the sheet around me.  I end up walking the halls in a large hotel and have this sheet wrapped around me and think “this is just like the dream the other night, walking the halls of a large hotel in a sheet” and then it turns into like a big hospital kind of gown except it is like a patchwork big dress.  I check it out and see I don’t have to hold it together to keep it closed, so I just start walking around.   I am in the wrong hallway again looking for my boyfriend (it might have been KB) and I’ve brought my phone, except it’s a new phone and I can’t remember his number anyway to call him. Besides of course the 6 is missing. I look out one big window and see we’re near the ocean and we are high up so I can see the colors of the water below.  I still can’t remember his number, I am also carrying what I thought was my wallet and i.d. but turns out to be Daddy’s little NavyCut box. I set the box and phone down while I check my dress again to make sure I’m decent, and a woman starts talking to me and it takes me a moment to find my box and phone again.

The past two weeks, I’ve been re-reading a 1966 Seth book and asking to remember my dreams and then recording my dreams.  I keep a note here at my desk saying: Test yourself consciously and continuously throughout the day: Am I dreaming now? Am I dreaming now? so it becomes natural for you to ask yourself that in your sleep. It takes a while to record the dreams and you don’t have to analyze them right away.  If you – as soon as you wake up – quickly run the dreams back thru your mind, it will lock them into your short term memory long enough to let you get it written down.  Even if I am just jumping up quickly to powder my nose at 5am, I run the dream over in my mind even if I don’t want to write it down until I wake up “for real”.

Susan Krauss

Standing outside a building looking in (really looking down into as if from a high window) and Suzie Miller is kind of writhing around on a small bed like she is having a seizure. Reminds me of what it must have looked like to her when she was in the ER with me that last time before they could give me the pain shot. Susan Krauss who was a social activist in Brevard. (Susan was discovered murdered in her apartment on Wednesday, December 28, 1988. Krauss was last seen the previous evening shopping alone at the Albertson’s grocery store in Indian Harbor Beach. Krauss lived by herself at The Hamptons Apartments located at 3040 South Highway A1A, Melbourne Beach. She was at the time of her death was 54 years of age and extremely involved in community activities. Police report reads, “The body of the victim was discovered inside the apartment. The victim’s apartment was located in south Melbourne Beach, which at the time of the murder, was not heavily populated. The investigation into the murder has revealed that an unidentified person entered or was invited into the residence, after which they killed Mrs. Krause. It was determined that the victim died as the result of having been shot.) Anyway, Susan was suddenly with me at the window. She directs my attention to a man on the sidewalk below, wearing a long dark overcoat and standing near a tree and glancing around. It is a regular city street lined with like oak trees maybe the height of a one or 2 story building. We are up maybe 4 stories. He’s not looking at us. I wonder why Susan is at the window with me and wonder why she isn’t telling me info about her assailant instead. She tells me ”it doesn’t matter any more, he was killed a few years after anyway. Forgive them for they know not that they know not.”

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I’m at a large, new apartment complex and I have just moved there.  Susan Rizzo and some of the Summertown, TN Farm gang live there too and there is a gathering event going on, we are all out in the big back patio area for a meal.  It looks like the patio/bar/pool area of a typical hotel resort, but no pool and it is groomed by nature rather than being manicured.  Not run down looking, just the foliage not tended to, a lot of grass growing in the sidewalks and patios although they don’t seem cracked for the grass to grow thru.  Looks like it was supposed to be that way.   I pick up a plate, which is really a large wood and maybe stainless steel platter, almost a shallow bowl, and I put a chapati on it to save my place at table.  I tear my chaptati in 3 parts and take a bite so someone knows the plate belongs to someone.   I go thru the food line but all that is available is meats or foods I don’t care to eat, thinking they have no nutritional value so why waste the calories if I don’t even want it.  I see my plate and chapaties have been taken by someone but I don’t know who, it is just missing, and I say nothing.   I decide not to eat, it’s only $5 but there’s nothing I can eat except the chaptati I took a bite of, and someone has taken my plate and my place at table anyway.  Continue reading →

I have been reading some Seth and talking with galpal Sally Carmany about Seth and dreams, so I’ve been asking to remember dreams at night and am writing them down. I slept most of the night, off and on until 6:20am, on the couch and wanted to have a few hours in my bed for more dream opportunities and to do some visualization.   Here’s the dream I had:  I’m in the halls of a big, big office building. Looking for where the bathrooms are located on the floor.  One office has lot of equipment piled up outside and I get the impression they are letting a lot people go and this might be their last day. I don’t want to disturb them by asking at their door, and just then the door opens. Out come 2 women, one walking carrying boxes and the other in a very large and tall wheelchair, way high off the floor so she is maybe a foot taller than me. But as I get closer, I see we’re about eye level. They are just going across the hall to another office and I see they have the door (not needing my help with it) so I continue on down the hall.    Continue reading →

When I went to Chili’s today, they did not have the Caribbean salad I usually get and I almost left but the server said she’d ask if they could make it for me, with all my substitutions (chicken for salmon; romaine for iceberg) and they could and it came back salmon was raw in the center, I ordered a cup of chicken noodle soup that was tasteless yet so peppery I could not eat it, plus the floor in the ladies room was so slippery I reported it, and thought they are lucky it was me going in there with rubber soled shoes and not some elderly or disabled person who would fall. I did their online survey and told them of my experience. Interesting because I was in a good mood and never have any complaints at a restaurant.

I’m in a very large hotel resort type place and am sharing a room with Ma Yoga Shakti.  We are with a group and they all begin to go down to breakfast and I want to rush back to the room to brush my teeth first.  I can’t find the room and can’t even find the right door to go in to find the rooms, so am asking staff and strangers as I wander thru the large, filled dining room and then empty hallways.   I had spent so much time focusing on the other people in the group we were all with that I didn’t notice where we were going, so I didn’t know how to get back.  It’s a big hotel and Bill Gates is there with another group and he begins talking to me.  I  notice I am wearing mismatched pajamas and look sloppy while everyone else is dressed up.  He acts like we know each other and he acts like I am not dressed oddly.   I am wandering thru the hallways lookng for the right door to the entrance to our corridor, or for something that looks familiar to let me know where I am.   Continue reading →