I have many precognitive visions in which I'm the victim, so most nights I'm being "murdered" or die in some other way while I should be having lovely dreams of ... I don't know, it's been so long since I've had a lovely peaceful dream, lol. And yes, I'll read or hear on the news about the murder a few days after I've "witnessed" it. While I'm working actively to garner some bit of useful information that I can give to police so that these murders don't happen, I still rarely remember names, license plate numbers, etc. after I awaken. BUT every now and then, I get a name or phone number and google it to see what I can find out.

This morning I had a vision of being in a medical clinic that was decorated very peacefully with soothing classical music playing on the speakers. I was introduced to and shook hands with a medical professional in a lab coat by the name of Susan Sagel. I looked directly at her name tag so that I could remember the spelling of her name (I make myself do that in my dreams, although most times I forget what it was I was supposed to remember). She told me I was very sick but that I had come to the right place because they specialized in my disease, and that their clinic was filled with hope and love. Now, I knew it wasn't really ME, just as I know I'm not really the murder victim in those types of dreams. So, I woke myself up, wrote her name down, then googled her. She's a registered nurse at a lymphoma center, Cancer & Blood Institute of the Desert, Rancho Mirage, CA (http://www.lymphomation.org/cancer-centers-c.htm).  If anyone reading this has symptoms of lymphoma (leukemia) such as unexplained weight loss, easy bruising, torrential night sweats, please see your doctor!

I had another vision: I heard the words: Show The World, and on a stage in a theater was a man dancing, complete with top hat and spats, as in an opening number for a musical.  Then the scene panned to the Los Angeles area.  Will Los Angeles suffer some sort of disaster or is this just literally "the opening act" to what follows?

During meditation today I asked my Navajo guide to show me specifically what I was supposed to reveal.  I first saw, as in a movie, a burning forest - trees and buildings on fire.  Then the scene panned up, and I saw an eye, shaped like a living Eye of Horus, blinking not tears but lightening bolts which fell to the earth and caused the massive fires.  I don't think this literally means the Navajo Nation will burn, but rather that the world is heading into some sort of maelstrom.
UPDATE:  I just heard on the late news that North Korea had launched a missile.  I don't know if this pertains to the vision but I have a feeling it's related.  I also saw the fires raging in Texas and Oklahoma.  This is the problem with visions: you're not told exactly what they mean :)

Tonight we watched the movie Marley & Me.  I've often said that Sadie is Lucy reincarnated, and during the most emotional scene in the movie both Jeff and I were thinking of Lu, and Sadie let out a low groan.  I think that Lu was coming through Sadie, letting us know that she's still a part of our lives :).

Several things have happened recently, so here goes...!

Last week Jeff and I went to our favorite metaphysical store, Morgana's Elementals in Winchester, VA.  We were greeted enthusiastically by the owner and by a wonderful guy who is a healer/shaman and works there part-time.  Both told us that we chose an auspicious time to visit as they were starting a class on spell-work that we would definitely be interested in attending.  We went to the class the next evening, and it was centered on the book Hedge Witch, which is about using herbs, candles, magickal keys and icons, and spells in which to communicate with Spirit or the Universe or as I call my guardians, The Guys. Anyway, the author of the book basically says to "demand" what you want when talking to your Guys, instead of simply "asking."  In other words, don't say I need such-and-such but say I want whatever.

Jeff lost his job in February and has been interviewing and networking for the last 5 weeks looking for another, better position.  The class we attended was held last Wednesday, March 25, and I started reading Hedge Witch on Thursday, the 26th.  Later that evening, before I went to sleep, I first smiled (because happiness attracts happiness), than said 3 times (3 is my magick number), "I am always blessed."  I then said, "I want Jeff to have a good job, one that can pay our mortgage payments and our bills and will afford us to live comfortably and take a nice vacation, or better" (I didn't want to just leave it at that simple request, teehee).  I ended my demand with, "It always works, it always works, it always works."  I made my demand several times a day, and on Monday, Jeff got a call from AOL (he left AOL last October for the job that laid him off!) asking him to do some contract work for the management of their emergency/safety team.  An hour after he hung up with them, a Fortune 500 company called, offering him a permanent facilities manager position which will start on April 13.
He'll do the AOL work for the next 2 weeks and follow-up with them in the evenings and on the weekends when he begins at his new job on the 13th.  Not only is his new position a definite advancement in his career, but now both jobs will allow us to catch up on our mortgages (we're a month behind), and yes, have a little left over for a vacation later in the year!

It always works, it always works, it always works :)!

As to ghostly visitors, last night the Girls and I were in the back room watching t.v., and Jeff was in the front room.  Sadie, Gertie and I heard who we thought was Jeff talking to someone.  The Girls (except for Maggie, who was sleeping) perked their ears up and whined.  We (me!) couldn't understand what was being said - it was muffled - but it was late at night, and I wondered who he was speaking with.  It turns out that he was asleep on the couch in the front room and wasn't speaking at all; no wonder the Girls were whining :).

As to dreams, in the last three years I've had several dreams in the German language (no, I've never spoken German), in the Navajo language (nope - don't know no Navajo!) and in Chinese (again, no!).  Each dream was significant for what was happening world-wide and personally:  the German dreams were about fascism and the Holocaust, the Navajo dreams were about "removing the snake" (George Bush?) and the Navajo Mountain, and the Chinese dreams were about using herbs for medicinal purposes.  Although I told the Chinese Herbalist in my dreams that I couldn't even begin to fathom what he was talking about, I woke myself up from the Navajo dreams in order to write down phonetically what was being said and then looked up the words on the Navajo Code-Talkers website.  Interestingly enough, I understood the German (!) without interpretation.  As a matter of fact, after my final dream in German, I started thinking in German: one day Jeff asked me to get some beer for him at the grocery store and told me what brand.  I couldn't understand what he was saying (he used to drink Killian's or other Irish/English beer), and he repeated it, which I heard him clearly say "Warsteiner", or in German, "Varshtiner".  When he got home, he looked in the fridge and said, "Why did you buy Warsteiner?  I asked for Smithwick!"  Yikes!  Anyway, last week I had my first Navajo dream in several years, and I was shown the Navajo Mountain, more particularly a wooded glen surrounded by rock, and was told "Bah-who-neh" or "Ba-hal-neh" both which mean "reveal" or "tell about."  I'm still researching what the significance is of this glen and am trying to find a picture to post.  I'll update if I can figure it out...!

Last Saturday Jeff and I attended the memorial service of a former co-worker named Pete who Jeff greatly admired.  Pete's life was full of joy and exploration; he was a computer tech and played drums with a passion.  Pete's adult children spoke at the service, and it was evident that Pete will be sorely missed.  I saw Pete's spirit appear when his son played the guitar as a tribute to Pete's musical passion, and his face was positively beaming!  The memorial service was held in a small town called Locust Grove, which is about an hour or so away from us.  On Sunday, our cell phone rang, and by the time I got to the phone, the caller had hung up.  I looked up the number under Reverse Lookup (switchboard.com), and it was the funeral parlor in Locust Grove.  Our cell phone number is not only unpublished but it's in my name, and very few people have the number.  I asked Jeff to call the funeral home and ask if someone from there had called; the person who answered said there was no one there except for her and that she didn't know why we would have been contacted by the facility in any event.  When Jeff hung up, I told him it must have been Pete, and I was really sorry that I hadn't been able to answer the phone when he called :).  The touching part of this incident is that Jeff's going through a rough patch right now, and he commented at the memorial service that he would have liked to have to have gotten Pete's advice about what he (Jeff) had been experiencing.

I haven't updated the blog in a while because I keep forgetting to write down what's been happening, but an on-going event reminded me to get back to the blog :).  For the last several months, I've been hearing a delivery truck (such as UPS, FedEx) pull up in the driveway, the door closing, and the driver walking up the drive.  The Girls hear it, too, and we all race to the windows to see who it is, only to see...nothing.  No one, no truck, nothing.  I've looked out my upstairs window into my neighbor's driveway (my neighbor is also a sensitive), and again, nothing.  During the Christmas holiday, I was missing a package and asked my neighbor if it had been delivered to her
home by mistake.  She said no, but that she kept hearing the delivery truck every day and commented that Jeff and I must be giving each other lots of gifts :).  When I told her that the missing package was the only delivery I was expecting, we both looked at each other with wide eyes and laughed, and I said, "Apparently, one of the delivery guys must have passed away and is continuing to make his daily deliveries!"  It's still an on-going everyday event :).

I received a phone call this morning on my cell phone (unlisted number) from a woman in Georgia asking to speak to the spa manager.  I said, "I WORK at a spa, but...".  She then asked if this was the Skin Appeal Day Spa in Stafford [VA].  I looked up the spa, and its number is completely different from mine.  To me, this is a wonderful example of synchronicity - that we're all inter-connected :).

No music last night but this morning a red-headed woodpecker flew over me three times, each time emitting a strange little cry until finally settling down to peck our ancient maple tree.  The woodpecker's drumming is the heartbeat of the earth.  The woodpecker reflects new mental faculties are awakening, yet conversely to not neglect the physical body. Shamans ride the woodpecker's drummings into another dimension, space and time. Interesting!

For the last week, every evening I've felt someone gently running [her] fingers through my hair.  It's a very gentle touch, so I know it's a female entity.  Sadie has been watching my head in fascination while this is going on, so I'm pretty sure it's either my mother or one of my grandmothers who has been here.  I've also been hearing the turn-of-the-century music late at night while I'm trying to sleep - much muted chatter and laughter, too; this has been continuous for the last two weeks or so.

I was in the back room watching tv with The Girls when I suddenly got a whiff of two overwhelming perfume scents.  The first scent was a lavender-based scent, which I believe my grandmother Colleen wore.  I knew I had smelled the second scent before, and spent several minutes trying to figure out what it was.  Then it hit me - my mother used to wear Tabu perfume, and that's what the scent was.  So, my mother's still watching over me, which brings me much comfort!