Dream

Dream

This is a dream that I had not long ago.

I was in a house that was surrounded by trees.  The feeling was very tranquil.  I was in the house with my sister, Kim; and I was running around getting ready to go somewhere.  I was getting married.  My sister got my dress and brought it to me.  I was becoming frantic because I did not know what was keeping my fiance.  I looked out the front window and saw him pull up in a car.

He got out of the car carrying a box filled with papers and other documents. He came into the living room and I was frustrated.  I told him it seems he did not want to get married.  He was calm (smiling) and said he wanted to get married.  Just then a beautiful hummingbird appeared hovering, between us.  End of dream.

When you dream of a hummingbird pay attention because Spirit is talking to you. Of course, there are different interpretations of what it means to dream of a hummingbird.  The interpretation also depends upon other things going on in your dream.

The Curious Dreamer Interpretation.

Tasting the “sweet nectar” or the good things in life. Endurance. Also, based on the way that hummingbirds can hover in one place, hummingbird can mean you’re actually making progress even when it seems you’re stuck, or that you’re in a natural lull or rest period and you’ll begin making progress again soon. Dreaming of this animal can represent:•Having too much of one of these qualities, or that you could benefit by being less this way

•Not having enough of one of these qualities, or that you could benefit by being more like this

•Someone or something in your real life with whom you associate one of these qualities (an event, situation, threat, etc.)
For more clues, pay attention to what the animal was doing or any particular characteristic that stood out.

 

Love, light, and blessings

Talk About Books

?????????????????????????????????????????girl reading bookOne of my favorite things to do is read.  I got into reading when I entered high school. I enjoyed literature while in junior high and read a few poems but I didn’t really get into reading until high school. 

      In senior high I read Anne Frank’s, Otto M. Frank’s, “The Diary of Anne Frank.”   Wow, it broke my heart.   I felt sorrow for what happened to Anne Frank and her family during World War II;  not only for the Franks but for all who suffered during the war. Then I read “Chariots Of  The Gods,” by Erich Von Daniken. Another good read. I did a book report on Adi-Kent’s, Thomas Jeffrey’s, “The Bermuda Triangle.”  Reading that book introduced me to books about the supernatural.

       I’m presently reading James Van Praagh’s, “Unfinished Business,” and David Wilcock’s  “The Source Field Investigations.”  Yeah, two books at the same time.  I do that a lot.  LOL

       I had the privilege of attending a seminar by James Van Praagh and when it was over, I purchased “Unfinished Business.”  Reading his book has helped me with my grieving process. I have a better understanding of the effect our grieving have on loved ones who have crossed-over. I’m almost finished reading it.

       I just started reading “The Source Field Investigations.”  So far it holds my interest. I’m on chapter nine. There is a lot of scientific stuff, that I skipped over. It was too technical for me. In one chapter he talks about Russian scientists who have discovered the power of Pyramids.  They are building Pyramids in different places in Russia that have proven to be very beneficial to the communities. He provides the source of his research for anyone interested in checking it out.

       I’ll provide more on the books once I am finished reading them.

       I am not a book critic.  I just want to talk about books that I’ve read, plan to read, or that I am reading. I welcome your comments.

Love, light, and blessings

Edgar Allan Poe: Poet and Prophet

Edgar Allan Poe. I always thought of him as a tortured soul. This is a very informative and interesting post.

Interesting Literature

There is a story that, while serving as a young cadet, Edgar Allan Poe was expelled for reporting to a military march wearing nothing but a pair of white gloves. It appears that this is an urban legend, but there are many aspects of Poe’s life and work which are true, and often surprising. He was a pioneer of the short story form, and wrote short stories in a whole host of new genres. Helped to develop and, in a sense, invent several modern literary genres. He even anticipated an important scientific theory of the twentieth century. And then there were the snails…

Poe1Poe was going to be named Cordelia, if he’d been a girl. His mother, an actress, had portrayed the Shakespeare character in a production of King Lear. But when Poe was born (in 1809), and was most definitely a boy, he was named Edgar instead…

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CONNECTING WITH NATURE

blue wild flowers me walkin nature trail  turtle on a log water garden

Saturday morning I decided to go to Houston Arboretum & Nature Center.  I’ve been wanting to go for some time now.  After an early morning appointment I did just that.  It wasn’t too hot, and I was dressed for a hike in nature .  I walked into the Arboretum and took a look around.  There were lots of interesting displays of birds, butterflies, edible wild plants, …

I walked several trails and took in the beauty of nature.  It was so tranquil.  I could hear birds and other sounds coming from the forest.  It was almost hypnotic. I saw a water garden and a turtle sitting on a log in the water.  Butterflies and birds were everywhere.  There are benches in different areas on the trail.   It would be a good spot to sit ad write.

After about an hour I left the Arboretum and  took the scenic route home.  Then I found myself in an area that was unfamiliar. I did not recognize any of the streets.  I needed to get to Bunker Hill and figured sooner or later I will run across a street that I recognize.  So, I went with the flow and took in the beauty of the homes and gardens.  After driving a little while, I instinctively made a left turn.  I continued to drive still absorbing the feeling of connecting with nature.  A few miles later I made another left turn.  I came to a cross-road and decided to turn right.  The street was Bunker Hill!  I totally relied on my instincts to get me where I needed to go.   Ummm, could it be intent and manifestation at work?

Love, light, and laughter