I got an email from a diabetic friend telling me he had an open cut on his foot healing up and his mother was visiting in town and wanted him to take her out and about, even thought she knew about the foot. I replied:   You HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING saying your mother wants you to take her out entertaining when you should be home with your leg up.  She does not get it.  Ok, I will say this once, and I know you already know this.  I’m just Spirit’s personal reminder that the world needs the work you have to give.  And you need an able body/vehicle to do all it all, and it will fulfill your every dream.  YOU are a diabetic.  YOU are obese.  If you make your food become your medicine, you can control the diabetes, despite extra weight.  The incorrect food will create toxins that your body can no longer process.  It can no longer process them due to the diabetes.  When the toxins build up, it appears in your legs.  You are a diabetic.  I know a lot of diabetics.  You have to be careful of your feet anyway.  You should be wearing diabetic shoes and they need to lace up.  I’m not saying anything you don’t know.  Continue reading →

I’m in a home like a cabin in the everglades and visiting friends like Doug and Trish although I don’t think it’s them. I have a man with me, the cabin is in the middle of the woods and we are walking through taking a look at the setup of the rooms. I hear a bunch of kids in the distance getting closer and wonder if school is out and then wonder why they are so close to here and if they are going to break in when it’s closed down. The Trish person talks to them though as if she knows them and they don’t stay for long. It’s raining and I go to the “front door” to make sure it’s closed and the door is simply a screen that you pull across the tree branches and it doesn’t quite fit and I think the mosquitoes must come in, although I don’t see or feel any of them. Izzy is sitting just inside the front door.
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In real life, I went to bed about 9pm as it began to rain hard here, opened the garage door and let YinYang in but Izzy was nowhere to be found – I know he doesn’t like storms.  Continue reading →

I stood with an elderly woman who asked me to help stop a fight between her kids, “they won’t stop fighting, he doesn’t mean it.” But then we were in her home and they weren’t people but dogs and then she was on the floor and standing with me also. She didn’t know she was dead looking at herself. She had blood on her but not sure from what. I wondered if we should tidy up a bit before her son got off work.

It’s been hectic here, another friend passed, that makes 3 in 5 weeks, memorial service at Unity Sunday for Curt who passed Tuesday, took New Kitty in to be put down today, won the Cash 3 three times for $40 each on tickets I had forgotten to check, new beginnings, clearing up old karma, just the business of life as usual, Redid my own will since Dan who passed in May was my PR.  Tired enough to sleep a week straight, hoping to go to tomorrow night drumming class.

I need to take New Kitty to be put down.  I can tell he is a very old kitty and he requires a lot of attention.  When I am just sitting, he wants to sit all over me and when I am sleeping he is walking on me and getting his face right in my face.  Then he does the patty paw thing and slobbers. He eats ok, he knows to go out by himself and to come back in, the cats are tolerating him, he sleeps most of the time on the chair in the living room.  He sneezes which makes me think he may have a respiratory bug that I don’t want anyone else to catch.  Mostly though he is a many-times-daily-reminder of Danny Gaude, a longtime friend I’ve known since I was a kid, who passed May 19th.  He was the closest thing to a brother I had until my own brother reappeared suddenly after 37 years in 2003.  I feel the loss acutely and the cat is a reminder.  I have asked several friends if they would like him, but each wants a younger cat to grow up with, and I don’t blame them.   I am conflicted and my heart is heavy.

I spent all day sleeping, yesterday when I came home also, I feel very drained but realize that may be a grief reaction.  I can’t believe how upset I got at Curt Williamson’s memorial, poor Fred Goodnight and Deb Abrams sitting on either side of me, my eyes and nose would not stop running the entire time.  I went right home and to sleep.

I have had very little time to play with the Wacom writing pad.  Apparently the magic is in the software.  Sharon George, who has done the past few covers,  told me: “I use an older Wacom tablet – an Intuos…which I keep turned down as much as possible, keep as “firm” as possible. I use mostly the airbrush tools in Painter 9.5. It takes some practice; but it’s SO worth it! I can now draw freehand on my tablet; not as well as with pencil and paper…but I’m drawing. Just spend as much time as you can, sneak a few minutes here and there and you’ll get it working for you as you wished.”  I haven’t had time to practice with it, I have been busy as heck, but just this week acquired a really neat little wire rolling cart and set the laptop up in my living roomagain.  In fact I just now carried the tablet out there , so I will have it there during my leisure time.

I had an odd dream last night, I was visiting the UU church in Melbourne and then it turned into some big giant version of it with a huge congregation and the pastor was some famous someone named Russel something (really the name of maybe some local politician, I forget the name now 12 hours later).  I rode over on my bike. I had to remove shoes to go into the church but did so when I came out I was talking to Ray Osborne and learned he was the son of this famous pastor and he never told anyone that.  I was looking for my shoes and couldn’t find them and didn’t want to leave barefoot since I was on my bike.  So I’m looking all over for my New Balance 471’s and not finding them and the next service has started and I’m kind of crawling around the pews trying not to be noticed but wanting to get my shoes and get out of there.   Continue reading →

A friend emailed me about someone she believes is doing magic against someone she knows. I replied: “Remember when you dispel the energy, it only comes up again if you talk about it or keep bringing it to mind.  Whenever you continue to hold a thought like that when it comes to mind, you are giving energy to the situation.  When you talk about it with anyone, you are giving it energy.  If you take it out of your consciousness, and everyone else takes it out of theirs, you are robbing X of the energy she needs to keep anything going.   If I were you, I’d write a nice long note to X and let her know she has no power over you and you wish her only the best, then have a nice burning bowl ceremony for yourself, burn the letter and never mention it again.  When the thought comes up again, and it will, simply think “bless her and move her into the Light where she can continue to grow and prosper.”

It rained pretty hard for awhile today and the land got nice and soaked.  It’s full moon today so I went out and pruned back the arbicola and stuck about a dozen cuttings in the ground behind the Fiorelli’s fence, and some outside my west office window also.  Just like those cuttings can grow into large shrubs if I water and feed them, so can my life blossom into more than it is, with just a little care and thought, and careful pruning when necessary.

I emailed Carl Morgan yesterday and told him I had a flash the Cash 3 would be a 5-8-3 so we both played it and won *yay*