Energy’s been strong . . . or at least it’s effect on me. I look at the sky charts ~ what is influencing? Yes ~ our mighty Sun has been crossing swords with some of our distant buddies ~ big boys Uranus and Pluto. Let’s just say they agreed something needed to be decided ~ made clear. They know how to turn up the heat.
Feelings, emotions I hadn’t felt for a while . . . fear, dread, doubt. What do I know, what do I reflect? Oh goodness I don’t know.
Being ‘psychic’ ~ well aren’t we all? It gets confusing at times . . . ‘cause residues of old weeping wounds still remain ~ if only in ghost form. And boy do they like to get scary at times.
Some stuff I was ‘picking up’ turned out to be real . . . not the entire picture ~ but the important basic bits. With others ~ well, especially in this area of ‘non-strength’ . . . things can be trickier.
I say non-strength ~ that’s what’s been; yes ghosts of images remain. Why my intention and focus are so critical ~ my clarity so important.
Another human can only add, illuminate or share my happiness ~ my Love and contentment, my Life in Peace. That’s my job. It’s tricky at times . . . god the vulnerability.
My Dad expulsed ~ seemingly without thought of consequence ~ on that significant day back in 1982. It was the first visit I’d had with him ~ since Mum had recently passed. He told me Mum had ‘visited’ the next door neighbour the night before (she had left her physical body) and told her friend many things . . . particularly in relation to Dad.
Out of body visits to neighbours ~ my non-speaking father continued.
‘You had Guardian Angels all around you when you were little’ ~ another bombshell from my silent father. Then he said . . . ‘you went into hospital one little girl, and came out another’. I think the shock temporarily froze my words ~ ‘wish I’d asked more’ I later often thought.
That’s all I heard on that fateful morning in Oatlands Sydney in 1982 ~ Mum still not buried…..