Kola, (hello friends)
Maury and I are now home from Fort Collins after spending much needed time swimming in the waves at Horsetooth Reservoir with Tessa (my daughter) and Javier. We have this beautiful little cove we hike down requiring a little bouldering over red sandstone rocks giving us all the privacy in the world. The sand in the water is soft and red like at Moab, relaxing your feet just standing in place. On Saturday there were lots of jet boats flying past, way out in the center, creating mini-waves for us to dive under or just float over while watching the big, white puffy clouds go by overhead on our backs. Maury and Javier aren't particularly comfortable in the deep water, but Tess and I are like two happy fish laughing and swimming or treading water, in our own world. While laying on my back suspended in this gorgeous lake watching the clouds change form, I realized I had to let my anger towards the gas/oil companies, the politicians, and the people who stand by quietly as sheep- go, and accept that man will only learn the importance of the environment, when all the natural resources are gone, and true suffering begins. As Mo said below "karma is a bullet you can't dodge." Man never learns, but I know I've done my best by using my voice and standing up to the bosses and politicians and now I can only stand by and watch. Hauntingly, the emotions are nearly the same as the past when the Native cultures were being annihilated. My soul having the memories of watching the tribes that were free for ever, die one by one at the hands of the government, with the foreboding "knowing" there is nothing the surviving Natives can do being outnumbered 1000's to one. Now, the same unconscionable force, through the use of religion, capitalism and greed has taken the environment and its animals to the brink of extinction and again, there's nothing I alone can do, being outnumbered billions to one. Now, we're at an end again.! Species can not survive if the species destroys it's home and there's no other place to move to. The "savage" Natives saw this coming 150 years ago, and they were right. All the aboriginal tribes were right!!
Last night, I had a number of profound dreams, all leading to the same message about closure and saying good bye to the past. I've had to say good-bye to half my family four or so years ago due to the incredibly toxic environment I experienced around them, I've had closure with the stalker, and now I was even given closure with Michael when my dream showed his role as teacher the other night. I have to accept I'll probably never see him again despite my soul connection to him. Maybe that is what all our Soulmates are: the other half of ourselves to remind us in the physical what it feels like to be One with the Great Spirit (or God) when both halves are healthy and together and what it'll feel like when it's time to take The Great Journey home, returning to the Source!!
It seems that many of my spiritual questions have been answered so I can now focus on my career and I hope my journey with my dream lessons can maybe provide insight into things you all may experience as well. There are two aspects I have dreamt about for years: earth changes and E.T's but I don't really see the importance of going there, since there is so much out there on these topics, and truthfully I'm not sure if any of it really matters anyway. What matters to me, (besides my loved ones) is the wilderness: the bears, the trees, the wildflowers, the elk, the deer, the hawks, the eagles, the wolves, the whales, the dolphins, the sharks, the African Lions and so on. Nothing matters when there is nothing left wild......At least for me.
So, now I say good-bye to my incredibly prolific first 48 years of life-leaving all the experiences, happy, exciting, tragic or otherwise, behind me, so I can move forward in my career and in my life with the knowledge and life experiences gained. When this journey is over, I just PRAY that if and when I am reborn again, I will come back to a time and place that is free and wild with nothing but the natural world around me with only buckskin covering my body!!!
Blessings to all - on your life journey as well!!!!! Blessings to you Michael - may you have a great life!
Monday, August 22, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
A Thought to Ponder
"The dream world is the real world. The awake world is the illusion."
(Quote, I believe I read in "Mutant Message Down Under" by Marlo Morgan - beliefs by the Australian Aborigines, which I feel is indeed true. If I quoted incorrectly, please forgive me.)
Friday, August 19, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Profound Dream with a Profound Answer to a Soul Question...
Happy Thursday to All, I had to leave Moffat County with my son for a few days to get away from all the gas and oil trucks in our county. It breaks my heart to see the citizens stand by and say and do nothing while the wells are dug and the chemicals poured into the holes compromising the river and all the groundwater, for what - nice monthly dividends. Everything in our country, has a price, even the water that keeps us alive and the air that fills our lungs. I just don't understand how people can sleep at night or how the masses can have such little respect for the earth. It is a concept that completely baffles me.
On a positive note, I had yet another very profound dream leaving me deeply reflective. As I mentioned in my post about Universal Love, most times the image of Michael appears and with that soul, I am often very deeply loved and regenerated at the deepest level to face yet another day. The love is so pure and so magnificent, when I wake up in the mornings I have to just lie there and embrace the feeling before it goes away by the day's events. A few days ago, I began to question for the first time, if it was actually Michael's spirit dream walking to me or The Great Spirit using Michael's image knowing it comforts me. I always felt it was Michael's spirit at an unconscious level there to provide comfort due to the duality and oneness of each, but after a day time experience I had a few days ago, for the first time I began rethinking whom was truly comforting me. The Great Spirit or Michael's soul which creates the completion of the spirit.
Last night, I had a dream that Michael was laying on his back on a table in front of me. I was very happy and content to see him as usual, and very connected to him. I resisted the urge to show any physical affection though, since I knew Dane was standing right behind me and I did not want to disrespect him and hurt his feelings. After a few words between Michael and myself, I was about to turn away, when suddenly Michael holds up a photograph in his hand for me to take. I notice a smirk upon his face with an all knowing smile - love filling my heart. As I glance at the photo, to my shock, there was Michael standing in front of a classroom smiling when the photo was taken! The realization instantly hit me. "Oh, my God he is my Teacher." After putting the picture down, speechless for a moment, I leaned over his relaxed body and told him how proud I was of him and how I "got" the lesson he has taught me - Unconditional, Universal Love!!!!!!! Upon reflection, there couldn't have been a better person to teach me that emotion, than him - for you see in real life, we live ourselves very oppositely in lifestyle, personality and even temperament. We do have some commonalities such as our love of nature, but even then we experience it oppositely --me quietly and him on motorized vehicles. The dualities are all over the place, yet my soul has never stopped loving him. Wow what a lesson! What I wonder is, if he EVEN knows he is a teacher or is aware of his work at the soul level. He may not. It all depends on how connected he is to himself , because at an emotional level he may not have a clue.
Thank you Great Spirit for revealing yet another life mystery to me. I feel so honored!
Namaste to all.
On a positive note, I had yet another very profound dream leaving me deeply reflective. As I mentioned in my post about Universal Love, most times the image of Michael appears and with that soul, I am often very deeply loved and regenerated at the deepest level to face yet another day. The love is so pure and so magnificent, when I wake up in the mornings I have to just lie there and embrace the feeling before it goes away by the day's events. A few days ago, I began to question for the first time, if it was actually Michael's spirit dream walking to me or The Great Spirit using Michael's image knowing it comforts me. I always felt it was Michael's spirit at an unconscious level there to provide comfort due to the duality and oneness of each, but after a day time experience I had a few days ago, for the first time I began rethinking whom was truly comforting me. The Great Spirit or Michael's soul which creates the completion of the spirit.
Last night, I had a dream that Michael was laying on his back on a table in front of me. I was very happy and content to see him as usual, and very connected to him. I resisted the urge to show any physical affection though, since I knew Dane was standing right behind me and I did not want to disrespect him and hurt his feelings. After a few words between Michael and myself, I was about to turn away, when suddenly Michael holds up a photograph in his hand for me to take. I notice a smirk upon his face with an all knowing smile - love filling my heart. As I glance at the photo, to my shock, there was Michael standing in front of a classroom smiling when the photo was taken! The realization instantly hit me. "Oh, my God he is my Teacher." After putting the picture down, speechless for a moment, I leaned over his relaxed body and told him how proud I was of him and how I "got" the lesson he has taught me - Unconditional, Universal Love!!!!!!! Upon reflection, there couldn't have been a better person to teach me that emotion, than him - for you see in real life, we live ourselves very oppositely in lifestyle, personality and even temperament. We do have some commonalities such as our love of nature, but even then we experience it oppositely --me quietly and him on motorized vehicles. The dualities are all over the place, yet my soul has never stopped loving him. Wow what a lesson! What I wonder is, if he EVEN knows he is a teacher or is aware of his work at the soul level. He may not. It all depends on how connected he is to himself , because at an emotional level he may not have a clue.
Thank you Great Spirit for revealing yet another life mystery to me. I feel so honored!
Namaste to all.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Universal Love.........................................
I'm sure everybody has a different definition for what they call or feel as love and for every relationship love may be felt in different ways, whether it be love of a spouse, love of a child, love of a pet, love of a coworker, and on and on. I believe Universal love is a love from the soul that never goes away despite everything that has occurred in the relationship. It forces you to learn how to forgive whether you want to or not, because the love doesn't die despite the fact you wished it would so there's no point on holding on to a grudge. It's a love that carries through time and space and if you were to be honest with yourself, it's always there for that person, place (Moab and Cameron Pass for me ) or thing (the wilderness and Native American dances ). At times, the love makes your heart ache when you can't be with the person or place that creates that total Love, but when it is fulfilled it makes you feel at One with the Universe. A Going Home of Sorts. Unfortunately, many times the one you experience Universal Love with engages in very negative behavior against one self, ultimately hurting you as well. This is what causes the heart to ache because you know, you can not engage in that behavior nor can you be around it, cause one has to stay in the light as hope for the relationship. First you have to help yourself, before you can help others and helping others means not enabling the self destructive behavior of your loved one. It means staying strong and true to yourself, so you can be a beacon of light for the loved one lost out in the ocean of life and having the courage to say what needs to be said-whether they like it or not, but always reminding them of how much you love them ..No matter what!
That said, there are many days life really breaks my heart. Surviving the loss of my Uncle Maury, my horse Espau and Michael were a few things of the past that nearly did me in, but nothing hurts me more now than when one of my children are experiencing a very hard life lesson, such as when my daughter stops exercising and gets really depressed and down on herself. I can love her heart and soul, but she has to be the one that decides to help herself and make herself get up and go to the gym or for a jog to kick in the endorphins or my son dealing with two very painful hips, despite two surgeries which ended his sports career when all his friends are at their practices, but Maury is not. All I can do is support them and be there for them, but they have to do the work to heal themselves. Another trigger that takes me down is watching the gas & oil rigs go in everywhere for "fracking", further destroying every ounce of land and ocean we have with chemicals, ALL DUE to GREED with very few having the courage to stand up to them and saying "HELL NO!!!" I do. I give them HELL all the time. I will gladly go to jail defending our property against those parasites to the planet. They do not have one ounce of regard or respect to the earth or accountability for their actions by the government despite the poisoning over and over.
Many times I go to bed so weary, I'm unsure I'll wake up in the mornings, sometimes hoping my spirit takes the Journey so I don't have to wake up and witness what we are doing to the earth another day or feel the loss of my soulmate. Often times on those nights, much to my grace, a Divine Spirit visits me while I'm asleep. The Spirit often comes in the form of Michael (though now I question whether it is His spirit or a Higher Spirit taking the form of Michael to comfort me) that embraces me with so much Pure Love, that it literally flows through my entire being with Light, refreshing my spirit to face another day. I wake up in the morning with a peace in my heart and strength I felt was gone when I went to the bed the night before. There are often very kind words spoken between us that somehow soothes my spirit and gives it strength to walk the earth one more day.
I often think my existence would be so much easier if I were like the majority of folks who only worry about how fancy their house is, or what kinds of shoes they should buy, or what party they will be going to next weekend, or how much money their husband makes vs. their friend's husband, and blind to what is happening to Mother Earth around us.....but that was not my soul's path and a reality I have no understanding or connection to. It is a hard path I must face day after day with insights into a world most have little understanding of. I just hope when my body dies, my soul experiences only the amazing, unbelievable Love I feel when I sleep at night that comforts me when I need it the most regardless whom maybe giving me that Love.
Namaste
That said, there are many days life really breaks my heart. Surviving the loss of my Uncle Maury, my horse Espau and Michael were a few things of the past that nearly did me in, but nothing hurts me more now than when one of my children are experiencing a very hard life lesson, such as when my daughter stops exercising and gets really depressed and down on herself. I can love her heart and soul, but she has to be the one that decides to help herself and make herself get up and go to the gym or for a jog to kick in the endorphins or my son dealing with two very painful hips, despite two surgeries which ended his sports career when all his friends are at their practices, but Maury is not. All I can do is support them and be there for them, but they have to do the work to heal themselves. Another trigger that takes me down is watching the gas & oil rigs go in everywhere for "fracking", further destroying every ounce of land and ocean we have with chemicals, ALL DUE to GREED with very few having the courage to stand up to them and saying "HELL NO!!!" I do. I give them HELL all the time. I will gladly go to jail defending our property against those parasites to the planet. They do not have one ounce of regard or respect to the earth or accountability for their actions by the government despite the poisoning over and over.
Many times I go to bed so weary, I'm unsure I'll wake up in the mornings, sometimes hoping my spirit takes the Journey so I don't have to wake up and witness what we are doing to the earth another day or feel the loss of my soulmate. Often times on those nights, much to my grace, a Divine Spirit visits me while I'm asleep. The Spirit often comes in the form of Michael (though now I question whether it is His spirit or a Higher Spirit taking the form of Michael to comfort me) that embraces me with so much Pure Love, that it literally flows through my entire being with Light, refreshing my spirit to face another day. I wake up in the morning with a peace in my heart and strength I felt was gone when I went to the bed the night before. There are often very kind words spoken between us that somehow soothes my spirit and gives it strength to walk the earth one more day.
I often think my existence would be so much easier if I were like the majority of folks who only worry about how fancy their house is, or what kinds of shoes they should buy, or what party they will be going to next weekend, or how much money their husband makes vs. their friend's husband, and blind to what is happening to Mother Earth around us.....but that was not my soul's path and a reality I have no understanding or connection to. It is a hard path I must face day after day with insights into a world most have little understanding of. I just hope when my body dies, my soul experiences only the amazing, unbelievable Love I feel when I sleep at night that comforts me when I need it the most regardless whom maybe giving me that Love.
Namaste
Experiencing a Sasquatch & Traveling Through Dimensions
Happy cool Tuesday Morning to all -
It's only August but I can all ready feel a slight change in the morning air, reminding me that Fall is right around the corner. This was truly one of the shortest summers I can remember but a fruitful one with my vegetable garden that has done nothing but give and give. (I think it was because of my son in law's awesome gate he painted for it, calling it "Star Gardens"-smile) I've had a number of nighttime experiences within this last week, some I will begin to write about and others I don't think I'm quite ready to go there yet. Last night though I had a dream where I was shown or spoken to about traveling through dimensions once again and worm holes in space. The first actual experience I had in this area occurred in 1996, when Vern (my ex-husband), Tessa, Mo & I were living on a ranch way up in the wilderness about 1/2 hour north of Clark, CO. (This is going to sound crazy as most of it does I know, but oh well here it goes. This is what happened) Vern & I had gone to bed. In my sleep, I could feel my body floating. I instantly opened my eyes to find myself hovering in the air, looking down at Vern. My first thought was "oh crap, how am I going to explain this if Vern opens his eyes and sees me up here." I began floating (by someone else's control) towards the bedroom window and my only thought was "sh_t, this is going to hurt when I hit the glass." As I approached the glass, I waited for the impact and then the shattering but none came. My body went through the glass as if it wasn't there and I stopped half way through right below my shoulders. I was stuck. All I could think was "what the hell is going on?" Then a voice came. A soothing voice from someone I could not see. "Kerrie, you are in two dimensions. Your body is in the 3rd dimension and your shoulders and head are in the 4th. Take your hands and knock on the glass so you can feel that it is there in the 3rd," which I did feeling the hardness against my knuckles. At that, I began to panic inside at the thought of Vern waking up to see the predicament I was in, as well as the thought of how I was going to get out. Then the voice calmly began again "all you need to do is visualize a change at the molecular level, turning your body into a fluid state and watch what happens." As soon as I did that, I floated freely all the way through the glass to the outside, amazed at what just happened. Then I did the same visualization to get back in and before I knew it, I was back down on the bed next to Vern beyond shocked at what had occurred. Who was the calm, yet guiding voice and how did that just happen? I laid awake in to the night thinking about how little we as humans really know and how much there is yet to learn.
This was the first lesson that taught me how to astral project freely while asleep through objects-because in other dimensions the objects are just not there. This experience lit a fire inside me, piquing my interest in Physics, yet ironically it is Maury that has taken Physics and aced it, sharing with me what he learned.
Now, the subject of dimensional travel came up again this past weekend when my friend Mary, Dane and I went camping and fishing in the Flat Tops at a 9000 ft elevation reservoir. We were sitting around the camp fire surrounded by Aspen trees and an endless variety of wildflowers, waiting for the full moon to come up over the trees, when suddenly our dog Leo (a tan Cocker Spaniel) who was sitting next to me, turned around and began growling in the direction of the road. The hair on the back of my neck stood up cause I could "feel" something approaching us but I could not see anything. I grabbed my digital camera and took a picture into the dark hoping to capture something I couldn't see with the naked eye. When I looked at the picture, I was shocked to see a countless number of round orbs of different colors and sizes (white, blue, green, red) all over the place. Even stranger yet, when I enlarged the picture, each orb had a strangely different design, some as Dane said resembling planets. I was baffled. I then took another picture within a 2 minute period of the exact same location and now the orbs were gone, but the whole picture was filled was a smoke like haze, and I clicked again seconds later, and now the exact same location was perfectly clear with only the dirt road and the front of the truck visible. Incredible, to say the least! Leo, stopped growling by the time the last shot was taken. Of course, this then brought to question, what the orbs were and why was Leo growling at them? Speculation as to their cause were abound, from dust particles that magically disappeared to spirits to earth's energy to other beings. Then the question, why was Leo threatened by them enough to growl when Leo is the nicest doggie ever and the fact I could no longer feel a presence as well. It definitely gave us fodder for discussion with no definite answers, but 3 very cool pictures verifying what had occurred. (It's been a number of years since this occurred but strangely I left off the most crucial part of the story. We were camping in this very spot, because the night before my son, who was camping in the same spot with a trail, was awakened by the screams of a Sasquatch. Yep a Sasquatch. (Just 50 feet from where his & his friend's tent was.) His trail crew left by the time we got there, but we came to look around & unbelievably enough, we found HUGE footprints (20"x10") going up from the beaver pond to an area right by my son's spot with a totally smashed down bed. And the night we were there we heard the Sasquatch scream as well & I got pictures as well.)
Then last night, I woke up in consciousness in my dream. I was standing on a dirt road holding very big crystals in my hand. One had points on it, like a king's crown which I held up to my eyes for close inspection. It was totally clear and beautiful and then I heard "the voice" once again. "Crystals hold a certain frequency that open up holes in the dimensions, almost like a doorway. There are many beings that come and go from your dimension, that travel without effort back and forth explaining why there are so many sightings of things (ufo's, e.t's, forest creatures, etc) by people, that just seem to disappear once again." Of course, when I woke up, my first thought went back to those orbs and the possibility that they were an essence of someone or something I could not see, but of course I'll never know for sure.
What I do know, is how little we really know what is out there waiting to be understood!!
It's only August but I can all ready feel a slight change in the morning air, reminding me that Fall is right around the corner. This was truly one of the shortest summers I can remember but a fruitful one with my vegetable garden that has done nothing but give and give. (I think it was because of my son in law's awesome gate he painted for it, calling it "Star Gardens"-smile) I've had a number of nighttime experiences within this last week, some I will begin to write about and others I don't think I'm quite ready to go there yet. Last night though I had a dream where I was shown or spoken to about traveling through dimensions once again and worm holes in space. The first actual experience I had in this area occurred in 1996, when Vern (my ex-husband), Tessa, Mo & I were living on a ranch way up in the wilderness about 1/2 hour north of Clark, CO. (This is going to sound crazy as most of it does I know, but oh well here it goes. This is what happened) Vern & I had gone to bed. In my sleep, I could feel my body floating. I instantly opened my eyes to find myself hovering in the air, looking down at Vern. My first thought was "oh crap, how am I going to explain this if Vern opens his eyes and sees me up here." I began floating (by someone else's control) towards the bedroom window and my only thought was "sh_t, this is going to hurt when I hit the glass." As I approached the glass, I waited for the impact and then the shattering but none came. My body went through the glass as if it wasn't there and I stopped half way through right below my shoulders. I was stuck. All I could think was "what the hell is going on?" Then a voice came. A soothing voice from someone I could not see. "Kerrie, you are in two dimensions. Your body is in the 3rd dimension and your shoulders and head are in the 4th. Take your hands and knock on the glass so you can feel that it is there in the 3rd," which I did feeling the hardness against my knuckles. At that, I began to panic inside at the thought of Vern waking up to see the predicament I was in, as well as the thought of how I was going to get out. Then the voice calmly began again "all you need to do is visualize a change at the molecular level, turning your body into a fluid state and watch what happens." As soon as I did that, I floated freely all the way through the glass to the outside, amazed at what just happened. Then I did the same visualization to get back in and before I knew it, I was back down on the bed next to Vern beyond shocked at what had occurred. Who was the calm, yet guiding voice and how did that just happen? I laid awake in to the night thinking about how little we as humans really know and how much there is yet to learn.
This was the first lesson that taught me how to astral project freely while asleep through objects-because in other dimensions the objects are just not there. This experience lit a fire inside me, piquing my interest in Physics, yet ironically it is Maury that has taken Physics and aced it, sharing with me what he learned.
Now, the subject of dimensional travel came up again this past weekend when my friend Mary, Dane and I went camping and fishing in the Flat Tops at a 9000 ft elevation reservoir. We were sitting around the camp fire surrounded by Aspen trees and an endless variety of wildflowers, waiting for the full moon to come up over the trees, when suddenly our dog Leo (a tan Cocker Spaniel) who was sitting next to me, turned around and began growling in the direction of the road. The hair on the back of my neck stood up cause I could "feel" something approaching us but I could not see anything. I grabbed my digital camera and took a picture into the dark hoping to capture something I couldn't see with the naked eye. When I looked at the picture, I was shocked to see a countless number of round orbs of different colors and sizes (white, blue, green, red) all over the place. Even stranger yet, when I enlarged the picture, each orb had a strangely different design, some as Dane said resembling planets. I was baffled. I then took another picture within a 2 minute period of the exact same location and now the orbs were gone, but the whole picture was filled was a smoke like haze, and I clicked again seconds later, and now the exact same location was perfectly clear with only the dirt road and the front of the truck visible. Incredible, to say the least! Leo, stopped growling by the time the last shot was taken. Of course, this then brought to question, what the orbs were and why was Leo growling at them? Speculation as to their cause were abound, from dust particles that magically disappeared to spirits to earth's energy to other beings. Then the question, why was Leo threatened by them enough to growl when Leo is the nicest doggie ever and the fact I could no longer feel a presence as well. It definitely gave us fodder for discussion with no definite answers, but 3 very cool pictures verifying what had occurred. (It's been a number of years since this occurred but strangely I left off the most crucial part of the story. We were camping in this very spot, because the night before my son, who was camping in the same spot with a trail, was awakened by the screams of a Sasquatch. Yep a Sasquatch. (Just 50 feet from where his & his friend's tent was.) His trail crew left by the time we got there, but we came to look around & unbelievably enough, we found HUGE footprints (20"x10") going up from the beaver pond to an area right by my son's spot with a totally smashed down bed. And the night we were there we heard the Sasquatch scream as well & I got pictures as well.)
Then last night, I woke up in consciousness in my dream. I was standing on a dirt road holding very big crystals in my hand. One had points on it, like a king's crown which I held up to my eyes for close inspection. It was totally clear and beautiful and then I heard "the voice" once again. "Crystals hold a certain frequency that open up holes in the dimensions, almost like a doorway. There are many beings that come and go from your dimension, that travel without effort back and forth explaining why there are so many sightings of things (ufo's, e.t's, forest creatures, etc) by people, that just seem to disappear once again." Of course, when I woke up, my first thought went back to those orbs and the possibility that they were an essence of someone or something I could not see, but of course I'll never know for sure.
What I do know, is how little we really know what is out there waiting to be understood!!
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Closure to a Terrifying Story & Despite How Old You May Be
Happy very hot Wednesday to everyone,
I haven't posted for a few days due to my quiet nights of dreaming but two very cool things have occurred in the last two days I'd like to share. First being, once I realized whom had stalked me 31 years ago and how close I came to dying a brutal death, something deep inside was nagging me. I needed "closure" to what had occurred. I needed to know how Angelo Buono had been stopped and also to say thank you to the detectives who captured him and his cousin. Sooooo last week, I got on the internet and researched the detectives name on the case and called the LA Sheriffs Dep't where they had worked. Of course, they're all retired now, but unbelievably, the main investigator's son now works there giving me the chance to leave a message hoping to speak to his father. To my surprise, the phone rang yesterday and it was the actual detective that arrested the Hillside Stranglers. After talking for approximately 10 minutes with me sharing my experience with one of them, I was able after 31 years to say thank you for what he had done by capturing them, because if Angelo hadn't been caught when he was, I probably wouldn't have been here today. The detective was very nice, but it was still discomforting to know how close they were to where we lived. Yikes---but that my friends is the end of that chapter! Closure and how good it feels!
All in all, #1) you're never too old to learn new things or to accomplish dreams in your life and #2) it seems everything in our lives really do have a purpose whether we can understand them at the time or not and #3) being brutally honest & ethical in your life really does have its rewards, though at times you may question them. If you truly have faith in a Higher Power and yourself, (and try your best to walk the Good Red Road), the Higher Power always seems to come to the rescue....Truly amazing. Blessings to all.
I haven't posted for a few days due to my quiet nights of dreaming but two very cool things have occurred in the last two days I'd like to share. First being, once I realized whom had stalked me 31 years ago and how close I came to dying a brutal death, something deep inside was nagging me. I needed "closure" to what had occurred. I needed to know how Angelo Buono had been stopped and also to say thank you to the detectives who captured him and his cousin. Sooooo last week, I got on the internet and researched the detectives name on the case and called the LA Sheriffs Dep't where they had worked. Of course, they're all retired now, but unbelievably, the main investigator's son now works there giving me the chance to leave a message hoping to speak to his father. To my surprise, the phone rang yesterday and it was the actual detective that arrested the Hillside Stranglers. After talking for approximately 10 minutes with me sharing my experience with one of them, I was able after 31 years to say thank you for what he had done by capturing them, because if Angelo hadn't been caught when he was, I probably wouldn't have been here today. The detective was very nice, but it was still discomforting to know how close they were to where we lived. Yikes---but that my friends is the end of that chapter! Closure and how good it feels!
All in all, #1) you're never too old to learn new things or to accomplish dreams in your life and #2) it seems everything in our lives really do have a purpose whether we can understand them at the time or not and #3) being brutally honest & ethical in your life really does have its rewards, though at times you may question them. If you truly have faith in a Higher Power and yourself, (and try your best to walk the Good Red Road), the Higher Power always seems to come to the rescue....Truly amazing. Blessings to all.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Angels and Spirit Guides in Our Lives.........................................
There have been many times throughout my life where I should have either physically died or was sure I was going to die from a broken heart. To give a few examples of each: at nine years old or so, I got caught in a rip tide in Laguna Beach, CA., with huge storm waves spontaneously appearing, throwing my father to shore and everyone who attempted to rescue me. At the time, I never considered the possibility I would drown and just plugged my little nose and ducked under the huge swells as they appeared, treading water like a champ and taking a breathe in the troughs between the swells. I was literally out there for at least 10 minutes before a curly haired lifeguard made it out to me over the 20 ft waves and carried me back safely to shore. I wasn't afraid in the least, but as an adult with two grown kids, I see now how I truly had to have angels helping me stay afloat out there in the big bad ocean. I've seen people die from alot less than what I endured that day. Then the summer after 11th grade, I went backpacking into the Mammoth Wilderness, with my friend Keith for weeks, when Keith & I made an almost fatal mistake crossing a swift flowing river under Rainbow Falls, with very loaded backpacks and not unstrapping the belt that secures the pack to your waist, which would have acted like an anchor, if either of us had slipped into the water. Fortunately, we made the crossing but were soon ascending a very steep bank on the other side, when approximately 3 feet from the top, the weight of my pack pulled me backwards and to my horror I felt my fingers lose the grip off the rock - I knew at that moment I was going to die. With that thought in mind, I suddenly felt an invisible hand on my behind, gently lift me up and place me on top of the cliff, much to the utter shock of both Keith and myself. It just wasn't my time and despite gravity I was allowed to live, I was truly saved by angels. Then months later at 16 years old, I was dangerously stalked while working at the Studio City Theatre. A terrifying man would drive past me night after night, calling me continuously on the phone at work, even chasing me in my car while driving up Laurel Canyon towards my house. It culminated with him waiting at the entrance of the alley next to the theater and chasing me on foot to my vehicle, with me miraculously outrunning him (thanks to being on the track team) and getting into my vehicle & locking the door just in time for him to grab the handle and begin screaming at me. It was beyond horrifying. I did not return to my job again. Much to my horror, twenty-five years later, while scanning the internet, I saw the man that stocked me night after night. His name: Angelo Buono, one of the two Hillside Stranglers terrorizing LA and killing teenage girls at the time I was 16 & 17 yrs old. His cousin and co-killer Kenneth had an office only 1.5 miles away from where I worked down on Ventura in Universal City. Once again, the angels or my spirit guides saved my life, keeping me from experiencing the same horrible death so many other teenagers endured. The thought still makes the hair crawl on the back of my neck. The point being, it just wasn't' my time to die and obviously I had divine guidance making sure it didn't happen.
As for having a broken heart, the first break occurred when I lost my beloved Uncle Maury, when he was only 36 years old to cancer. All the smoking of substances took his life wayyyyyyy tooo young. He was just the love of my life, and I didn't think I'd survive this world without him. I cried for six months straight until he began appearing to me in my dreams, telling me he was still with me and that he loved me and could hear me. He continued to stay with me until I met Vern, (my kid's father) when at last I stopped crying at night missing him. Then there was my beloved horse Espau that damn near killed me as well, the only thing keeping me from dropping over was my beautiful little 3 year old daughter that needed a mommy. But the worst heartache of all, (outweighing all the others) that really almost did me in, was when "Michael" and I broke up in 2000, after the most emotionally, gut wrenching experience of my life. I went from the highest of high one year to the lowest of low the next. When we broke up, it felt like my spirit cord had been severed & I cried for literally six months straight in the nights under the stars so the kids could not see their mom suffering inside. Then one day, I decided to take a nine mile bike ride for exercise. My heart was beyond broken at what had happened between us and almost immediately upon getting on my bike seat I began to sob once again. I mean a gut wrenching sob. My biking glasses were smeared with tears and snot, dripping hopelessly down the front of my jersey. When I got 4 miles out, I stopped at an intersection of the highway leading south and just doubled over my handle bars crying everything I had in me. My heart was pouring out the pain to the Gods, when suddenly out of my blurred vision I saw a bright white truck approach me from the south. He turned and stopped next to me, but I didn't care. I heard his truck door open and a very kind voice say to me "miss, are you okay?" Through my sobs, I answered "yes." I turned a little to look at him, but all I could see was a pure white head of hair, no distinctive facial features and white clothes. Then "mam, are you sure? Can I take you home or call someone?" "No, thank you, I'll be all right." At that, I tried to pull myself together and when I turned back to thank him for his help, his truck was nowhere in sight. I was so shocked, I forgot about crying and realized the Gods had sent an angel to look over me, giving me the strength to face another day. I honestly believe in all my heart, that since I did not have any kind of father figure in my life to look over me, the Highest Power did, so I would be here for my two kids. I was beyond touched and forever grateful for the kindness of the angel that stopped to help me that day.Within time, the pain finally went away.
What I have learned through all life's trials, is that what truly doesn't kill you, will make you stronger, as well as if you are meant to live you will!! Period. There is no point worrying about dying or being afraid of dying, because if you are meant to be here, nothing will stop you from being here. You must believe in your own divine guidance. With that said, one must accept that physically dying is as natural as taking a breathe and to realize the soul does not die - only the shell housing it does. It's all a continuous cycle and if you have lessons to learn in the physical, your angels and spirit guides will be by your side watching over you until it's time to take The Great Journey. Live life to the fullest so you can embrace dying without fear or regrets and with dignity and honor!!! Give thanks to those helping us in our life's walk.
Namaste
Kerrie
(One of the hardest lessons of all: no matter how awesome an experience may be or truly traumatic and horrifying, YOU HAVE TO LET IT GO AND KEEP MOVING FORWARD. This I battle with myself going back to thoughts both good and bad, that do me no good any further. We need to just file them away in a safe place, but not live in that file or we'll miss a new experience. )
As the teacher says In Way of the Peaceful Warrior; What time is it? NOW
As for having a broken heart, the first break occurred when I lost my beloved Uncle Maury, when he was only 36 years old to cancer. All the smoking of substances took his life wayyyyyyy tooo young. He was just the love of my life, and I didn't think I'd survive this world without him. I cried for six months straight until he began appearing to me in my dreams, telling me he was still with me and that he loved me and could hear me. He continued to stay with me until I met Vern, (my kid's father) when at last I stopped crying at night missing him. Then there was my beloved horse Espau that damn near killed me as well, the only thing keeping me from dropping over was my beautiful little 3 year old daughter that needed a mommy. But the worst heartache of all, (outweighing all the others) that really almost did me in, was when "Michael" and I broke up in 2000, after the most emotionally, gut wrenching experience of my life. I went from the highest of high one year to the lowest of low the next. When we broke up, it felt like my spirit cord had been severed & I cried for literally six months straight in the nights under the stars so the kids could not see their mom suffering inside. Then one day, I decided to take a nine mile bike ride for exercise. My heart was beyond broken at what had happened between us and almost immediately upon getting on my bike seat I began to sob once again. I mean a gut wrenching sob. My biking glasses were smeared with tears and snot, dripping hopelessly down the front of my jersey. When I got 4 miles out, I stopped at an intersection of the highway leading south and just doubled over my handle bars crying everything I had in me. My heart was pouring out the pain to the Gods, when suddenly out of my blurred vision I saw a bright white truck approach me from the south. He turned and stopped next to me, but I didn't care. I heard his truck door open and a very kind voice say to me "miss, are you okay?" Through my sobs, I answered "yes." I turned a little to look at him, but all I could see was a pure white head of hair, no distinctive facial features and white clothes. Then "mam, are you sure? Can I take you home or call someone?" "No, thank you, I'll be all right." At that, I tried to pull myself together and when I turned back to thank him for his help, his truck was nowhere in sight. I was so shocked, I forgot about crying and realized the Gods had sent an angel to look over me, giving me the strength to face another day. I honestly believe in all my heart, that since I did not have any kind of father figure in my life to look over me, the Highest Power did, so I would be here for my two kids. I was beyond touched and forever grateful for the kindness of the angel that stopped to help me that day.Within time, the pain finally went away.
What I have learned through all life's trials, is that what truly doesn't kill you, will make you stronger, as well as if you are meant to live you will!! Period. There is no point worrying about dying or being afraid of dying, because if you are meant to be here, nothing will stop you from being here. You must believe in your own divine guidance. With that said, one must accept that physically dying is as natural as taking a breathe and to realize the soul does not die - only the shell housing it does. It's all a continuous cycle and if you have lessons to learn in the physical, your angels and spirit guides will be by your side watching over you until it's time to take The Great Journey. Live life to the fullest so you can embrace dying without fear or regrets and with dignity and honor!!! Give thanks to those helping us in our life's walk.
Namaste
Kerrie
(One of the hardest lessons of all: no matter how awesome an experience may be or truly traumatic and horrifying, YOU HAVE TO LET IT GO AND KEEP MOVING FORWARD. This I battle with myself going back to thoughts both good and bad, that do me no good any further. We need to just file them away in a safe place, but not live in that file or we'll miss a new experience. )
As the teacher says In Way of the Peaceful Warrior; What time is it? NOW
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Warnings and Beautiful Dream about Love and Ownership............................
Happy Thursday to all,
Before I begin, I'd like to share a few websites I hope you'll take a look at daily, then file away esp. depending on where you live: http://earthquake.usgs.gov/, http://cotocrew.wordpress.com/2011/05/22/planet-x/ (shows the earthquakes that occurred with Comet Elenin alignments & dates of future alignments), http://news.exopoliticsinstitute.org/index.php/will-comet-elenin-cause-major-earthquakes-as-it-approaches-earth/, http://spaceweather.com/. Also, warnings that have gone out: (including the NASA Director's warning to his employees he put out June 2011. I truly believe he knows the dangers that are approaching considering his emphasis on all the coastlines - not the interior, but the coastlines)
Safe Zones:1. Move 150+ miles from the coasts.
2. Move 600 feet above sea level.
3. Move away from volcanoes and super volcanoes like Yellowstone in northwestern USA.
4. Move away from earthquake/seismic/avalanche/fault zones like the New Madrid Fault Zone in central USA.
5. Move away from dams that will break.
6. Move away from nuclear power plants that could become compromised.
7. Move away from high elevations where radiation levels will be highest.
8. Move away from large population areas where food riots will escalate into chaos and mayhem.
9. Join into survival groups with people of like mind that have survival supplies, gear and guns to protect them.
I hate to be a fear monger, but something really is happening out there, that most people are totally unaware of that I truly feel in my gut we need to pay attention to. I have been plagued for years with tsunami and earth change dreams (that I have not begun to write about), even causing me to move our family away from the Northcoast 15 years ago. Now, with the alignments of Elenin, I'm understanding why. I hope I am wrong, but if I'm not, being prepared could be the difference of living or dying. Okay, I said it, I put it out there for all to decide on their own what the truth is. Bless us all no matter what!
On a positive note, I"d like to share an amazing and profound dream I had last night. It really has me thinking about our concept of love and ownership. It began in this gorgeous aqua, blue lake. I knew I was somewhere in Australia & I was in this pristine body of water with a tall, very good looking white male with brown hair that I was highly attracted to and I could tell he was to me as well. There were unsaid words between us and I was very comfortable in his presence, swimming and laughing in the warmth of this magical lake. At one point, there was a whirlpool that began to pull me towards it, and this male grabbed me and pulled me back to safety. Then a woman appeared. A woman with a very angelic face. Somehow I knew she was attached to the male and I began worrying about the relationship I was having with him. As I swam up behind him, with the woman only feet away, I seemed to be able to "hear" her words to me penetrating my thoughts as I swam in the depth of this aqua pool. "Love knows no boundaries. We don't own each other and love is able to love many people at once." Her words sank in deeply, especially because of my own history of distrusting the men in my life (from past life issues and a very dishonest father) and because of my gross illusions early on of trying to "own" my relationships (for fear of abandonment I believe) or completely unable to understand the concept "we do not own eachother but are together because we want to be." The souls of people are like individual raindrops that merge together as one (as with the Source) and soon part again, being evaporated back into the air for a new experience. Wow, powerful words, powerful feelings this angelic woman gave to me.
I understand and feel this concept now, and regret I "wasn't there" in my younger days destroying unions that should have been recognized as blessed. Unfortunately, in my opinion, our Judeo-Christian background grossly destroyed this concept, though our souls know differently, creating us to lie and cheat to our spouses when we follow our souls. Most indigenous tribes lived with multiple partners (often for survival purposes) and would not have understood the concept of only being allowed to love one person. As the angel said to me
Love knows no boundaries
Before I begin, I'd like to share a few websites I hope you'll take a look at daily, then file away esp. depending on where you live: http://earthquake.usgs.gov/, http://cotocrew.wordpress.com/2011/05/22/planet-x/ (shows the earthquakes that occurred with Comet Elenin alignments & dates of future alignments), http://news.exopoliticsinstitute.org/index.php/will-comet-elenin-cause-major-earthquakes-as-it-approaches-earth/, http://spaceweather.com/. Also, warnings that have gone out: (including the NASA Director's warning to his employees he put out June 2011. I truly believe he knows the dangers that are approaching considering his emphasis on all the coastlines - not the interior, but the coastlines)
Safe Zones:1. Move 150+ miles from the coasts.
2. Move 600 feet above sea level.
3. Move away from volcanoes and super volcanoes like Yellowstone in northwestern USA.
4. Move away from earthquake/seismic/avalanche/fault zones like the New Madrid Fault Zone in central USA.
5. Move away from dams that will break.
6. Move away from nuclear power plants that could become compromised.
7. Move away from high elevations where radiation levels will be highest.
8. Move away from large population areas where food riots will escalate into chaos and mayhem.
9. Join into survival groups with people of like mind that have survival supplies, gear and guns to protect them.
I hate to be a fear monger, but something really is happening out there, that most people are totally unaware of that I truly feel in my gut we need to pay attention to. I have been plagued for years with tsunami and earth change dreams (that I have not begun to write about), even causing me to move our family away from the Northcoast 15 years ago. Now, with the alignments of Elenin, I'm understanding why. I hope I am wrong, but if I'm not, being prepared could be the difference of living or dying. Okay, I said it, I put it out there for all to decide on their own what the truth is. Bless us all no matter what!
On a positive note, I"d like to share an amazing and profound dream I had last night. It really has me thinking about our concept of love and ownership. It began in this gorgeous aqua, blue lake. I knew I was somewhere in Australia & I was in this pristine body of water with a tall, very good looking white male with brown hair that I was highly attracted to and I could tell he was to me as well. There were unsaid words between us and I was very comfortable in his presence, swimming and laughing in the warmth of this magical lake. At one point, there was a whirlpool that began to pull me towards it, and this male grabbed me and pulled me back to safety. Then a woman appeared. A woman with a very angelic face. Somehow I knew she was attached to the male and I began worrying about the relationship I was having with him. As I swam up behind him, with the woman only feet away, I seemed to be able to "hear" her words to me penetrating my thoughts as I swam in the depth of this aqua pool. "Love knows no boundaries. We don't own each other and love is able to love many people at once." Her words sank in deeply, especially because of my own history of distrusting the men in my life (from past life issues and a very dishonest father) and because of my gross illusions early on of trying to "own" my relationships (for fear of abandonment I believe) or completely unable to understand the concept "we do not own eachother but are together because we want to be." The souls of people are like individual raindrops that merge together as one (as with the Source) and soon part again, being evaporated back into the air for a new experience. Wow, powerful words, powerful feelings this angelic woman gave to me.
I understand and feel this concept now, and regret I "wasn't there" in my younger days destroying unions that should have been recognized as blessed. Unfortunately, in my opinion, our Judeo-Christian background grossly destroyed this concept, though our souls know differently, creating us to lie and cheat to our spouses when we follow our souls. Most indigenous tribes lived with multiple partners (often for survival purposes) and would not have understood the concept of only being allowed to love one person. As the angel said to me
Love knows no boundaries
Monday, August 1, 2011
An Approaching Storm............................
Hinhanni (hee-hahn-nee) Waste (wah-shday) Good morning.
I'm not sure where to begin. This weekend has been incredibly active spiritually, overwhelming at moments.
It began in the early morning hours ( 5 A.M ish) Friday morning when I "woke up" in consciousness in my sleep alongside the spirit of my daughter in the Dreamtime. I felt it was time to try to once again teach her how to astral project freely and without fear. (This was the second time I woke up in consciousness with her). It started with Tess & I in a room. I began explaining to her that where we were, the walls of the room did not actually exist. They were only there out of conditioning of expecting what we would see in the awake 3 dimensional state-not in spirit. The walls are only representatives of the barriers in our minds. I showed her how I could do flips in the air, or just suspend in the air without any fear where we were. Tessa is very logical and likes proof of things, so I tried to explain to her, she had to let that go of that (at least in spirit) and to free her mind of the boundaries we are raised to expect and learn. After a few attempts of floating on her part, I asked her to follow me outside the room into the night sky. She said she wasn't ready for that yet, which I understood, but I needed to fly. Once I said goodbye to her, I turned and flew out through the window into the dark, starry night flying as free as a bird high above the houses in the night sky. I decided I wanted to visit someone in Steamboat (even if just in spirit) and turned east and began soaring in that direction, feeling the wind as I went. After a few moments of flying in abandon, I realized I had gone too far, and found myself going over the Rockies above Eisenhower Tunnel towards Denver. When I realized my mistake in judgment, suddenly a blizzard appeared over the mountains coming from the east right towards me. I turned to fly back home as fast as I could trying to outfly the storm although I knew it was useless. I was within a mile of my house, when abruptly Dane's alarm went off and I had to return immediately back to my body. Upon awakening, my skin was cold to the touch & I was very unnerved by the rush back to my body with the approaching blizzard fresh in my thoughts. .
I instantly grabbed my Mary Summer Rain book called "Guide to Dream Symbols" and looked up blizzard. This is what it said "Blizzard warns of a spiritual suffocation; the intake of too many spiritual concepts too fast." Boy was that an understatement.....
Then Saturday night found me with 10 awesome ladies, sitting out on the deck of my dear friend's house, at the base of Cedar Mountain, with us all laughing and sharing life stories. As evening turned into night, 5 left and 5 of us stayed sitting out under the stars. What happened next will forever be remembered. The sky was absolutely beautiful loaded with stars in all directions with falling stars every few seconds. Then at the same moment, my friend Glenda and I noticed this one particular star, or at first it appeared to be a star. As we watched, we noticed the star was moving and was initially very dimly lit, then as all our eyes focused on it, it instantly became incredibly illuminated with a bright white light and rotating as if giving us a show. As we all oooweed and ahhed, the light disappeared back into the night sky as fast as it appeared. Then something even more amazing occurred. Another woman pointed right in front of us and up in the sky. To all of our astonishment, a craft of some kind again appeared dimly lit, then began this unbelievable light show for us, turning from a really brilliant white light and appearing to be spinning, briefly turning blue and even creating some kind of vapor trail behind it with all of us cheering on the show, as it changed colors. I honestly do not know who was manning the craft (Homo Sapien or otherwise), but we all felt we were truly given an amazing show that none of us will ever forget, then the evening ended with the closest meteorite I have ever seen. A huge ball of fire appeared, with a tail in tow and descended down somewhere over the desert. It appeared to be crazy close (although it could have landed 30 miles + away) and I would have loved to have been able to find the remains on the ground. Wow, what a gift from the Gods to all of us that night. Very prophetic to be sure.
I'm not sure where to begin. This weekend has been incredibly active spiritually, overwhelming at moments.
It began in the early morning hours ( 5 A.M ish) Friday morning when I "woke up" in consciousness in my sleep alongside the spirit of my daughter in the Dreamtime. I felt it was time to try to once again teach her how to astral project freely and without fear. (This was the second time I woke up in consciousness with her). It started with Tess & I in a room. I began explaining to her that where we were, the walls of the room did not actually exist. They were only there out of conditioning of expecting what we would see in the awake 3 dimensional state-not in spirit. The walls are only representatives of the barriers in our minds. I showed her how I could do flips in the air, or just suspend in the air without any fear where we were. Tessa is very logical and likes proof of things, so I tried to explain to her, she had to let that go of that (at least in spirit) and to free her mind of the boundaries we are raised to expect and learn. After a few attempts of floating on her part, I asked her to follow me outside the room into the night sky. She said she wasn't ready for that yet, which I understood, but I needed to fly. Once I said goodbye to her, I turned and flew out through the window into the dark, starry night flying as free as a bird high above the houses in the night sky. I decided I wanted to visit someone in Steamboat (even if just in spirit) and turned east and began soaring in that direction, feeling the wind as I went. After a few moments of flying in abandon, I realized I had gone too far, and found myself going over the Rockies above Eisenhower Tunnel towards Denver. When I realized my mistake in judgment, suddenly a blizzard appeared over the mountains coming from the east right towards me. I turned to fly back home as fast as I could trying to outfly the storm although I knew it was useless. I was within a mile of my house, when abruptly Dane's alarm went off and I had to return immediately back to my body. Upon awakening, my skin was cold to the touch & I was very unnerved by the rush back to my body with the approaching blizzard fresh in my thoughts. .
I instantly grabbed my Mary Summer Rain book called "Guide to Dream Symbols" and looked up blizzard. This is what it said "Blizzard warns of a spiritual suffocation; the intake of too many spiritual concepts too fast." Boy was that an understatement.....
Then Saturday night found me with 10 awesome ladies, sitting out on the deck of my dear friend's house, at the base of Cedar Mountain, with us all laughing and sharing life stories. As evening turned into night, 5 left and 5 of us stayed sitting out under the stars. What happened next will forever be remembered. The sky was absolutely beautiful loaded with stars in all directions with falling stars every few seconds. Then at the same moment, my friend Glenda and I noticed this one particular star, or at first it appeared to be a star. As we watched, we noticed the star was moving and was initially very dimly lit, then as all our eyes focused on it, it instantly became incredibly illuminated with a bright white light and rotating as if giving us a show. As we all oooweed and ahhed, the light disappeared back into the night sky as fast as it appeared. Then something even more amazing occurred. Another woman pointed right in front of us and up in the sky. To all of our astonishment, a craft of some kind again appeared dimly lit, then began this unbelievable light show for us, turning from a really brilliant white light and appearing to be spinning, briefly turning blue and even creating some kind of vapor trail behind it with all of us cheering on the show, as it changed colors. I honestly do not know who was manning the craft (Homo Sapien or otherwise), but we all felt we were truly given an amazing show that none of us will ever forget, then the evening ended with the closest meteorite I have ever seen. A huge ball of fire appeared, with a tail in tow and descended down somewhere over the desert. It appeared to be crazy close (although it could have landed 30 miles + away) and I would have loved to have been able to find the remains on the ground. Wow, what a gift from the Gods to all of us that night. Very prophetic to be sure.
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