dream story...

this is a photo of me when i was 15 years old - it's taken at a local park pond where i loved to go whenever i could - the "necklace" is actually a high school senior class ring of my boy friend at the time - XXX was several years older, joined the marines right after HS and was stationed on the west coast when this pic was made - in any event, this time in my life was one of the really extremely intense periods of my being in touch with those "other" senses - you know the ones - those that others think you're weird for having so you don't tell anyone about the dreams you have that come true - the thoughts that happen - but my dreams/thoughts of that kind were so prevalent then that i would write them down with the date of the dream or thought and seal them in an envelope - then i would give them to the one person i trusted - my english teacher who was such a dear friend to me - and when the "event" happened i would ask her to open the envelope and read what i had written before the "event" occurred - several of these experiences involved XXX - in one incident, i dreamed that XXX had been injured in a car crash - it was one of those dreams from which you awaken in a cold sweat not really sure if you're dreaming or not - i wrote my little note about it that day and gave it to my teacher as soon as i got to school - everything went ok that day - no big deal - no news - then, the next day, i was called into the principal's office where my teacher was also - and i was told that XXX had been critically injured in a car accident the night before - in california - he eventually recovered fully -

a christopher and che story...

ok - another christopher story in just the few days he's been visiting - and i just realized that he's only been here since early thursday morning and today is saturday - anyway, sometime after the blog below about the kissing in the rain song, he and i were talking about che guevara and i said how much i wanted a red "che" tee shirt - and i thought i would order one while he's here - a few minutes later i went into my room and flipped on the tv to a story about "che" - now how often do we hear the media on "che" these days - well, i guess at least once for me - really fun time for me to have christopher here and wanted to share our little stories - by the way, he is the grandson who has always spoken [since he was a toddler] of dreaming that he "flies with the eagles" - such a beautiful spirit he is!

thoughts dropping like raindrops...

earlier this week i came across a black and white image of lovers embracing in the rain which i loved and it was right on point visually with a quote i had found which exemplifies my "words unsaid" blog - the quote is "no one else can speak the words on your lips, drench yourself in words unspoken" - in any event, i loved the image so much i wanted to add accompanying audio to it but hadn't really figured out how, or which lyrics, to add - late last night my almost 18 year old grandson came in from louisiana and this afternoon while i was contemplating how do work on that post, i realized that christopher [who had never seen my blogs] would certainly know how to add the audio - so i called to him in the other room and asked him if he could give me a hand on my blog right then - and he said, "sure, but first, there's a song i really want you to hear cause i know you'll love it as much as i do" - the song was "kissing in the rain" -

changed reservation, cancelled flight, louisiana neighbors...

i have been thinking lately of chopra's incidents of flight encounters of the synchronicity kind and am reminded of a non-stop flight i took last year - i flew across country from delaware to san diego - my scheduled return date was for one week later - however, shortly after arriving in san diego, i decided i did not want to stay the week so i began trying to get a flight back for the next day - after hours on the phone and changing and re-changing the return trip, i finally had a reservation for the next afternoon - another non-stop flight - but i began to have really negative feelings about this changed flight - i even called my daughters and told them i was thinking of changing my flight still again because i was having those "odd" feelings about the new reservation - i was very leary of keeping it but did in the end - initial boarding went well but the flight was full - not an empty seat - i took my seat which was in the bulkhead and decided to watch a movie - when i turned it on, there was no picture and no sound - i played with all the little buttons and the earpieces - and still nothing - one of the flight attendants came over to help but to no avail - i was still distracted with this when i realized that it was really warm and the air didn't seem to be working - then i realized that we were still at the gate, not on the runway - and i knew something was wrong - i called the flight attendant over to ask and was told that we were just waiting to taxi out - they always say that, right? - more time goes by - like about 30 minutes and i keep asking if something is wrong but am told that all is ok - finally we taxi to the runway but we stop - the plane doesn't move - there are no other planes visible waiting for take-off - we continue to sit there - and several passengers are asking questions - babies are crying, etc - so i called the flight attendant over again and said that i wanted to be let off the plane - another passenger with a family came up and told the attendant that they wanted off also - and then several more - and more - the attendants assured us that there was just a "small mechanical problem" and that we were waiting for the mechanics to come and make the repairs - then we taxi back to the gate where we still are not allowed off the plane - corporate airline people come aboard and we are told that under no circumstances will this flight be cancelled - that the plane is still going to take off once repaired - by then most of us passengers have the lynch mob mentality going and insist on being let off the plane - and i don't mean nicely insisting by that point - finally, the crew tells us that those of us wishing to get off may do so - every single passenger gets up and leaves the plane - then we are all back in the san diego airport terminal and it's nearly 10:00 pm - hours later - we are then told that we may board another plane that will have several changes enroute - i insisted however on waiting for the next non-stop flight which was another two hour wait - so about 2:00 am i board the new plane - we had been told in the interim that the plane to be repaired had finally been totally grounded - anyway, i take my bulkhead seat - and notice that we now have an additional two flight attendants - one of them offers me a blanket and asks where i'm from - and i told him delaware - then he said he thought he'd detected a southern accent and that he's from the south - so i asked him from where and he said "louisiana" - i asked where in louisiana and he answered shreveport - i couldn't believe it! shreveport is my real home - i just happen to be living in delaware right now - then the other new flight attendant heard us both exclaiming our surprise and came over and asked if we were both from louisiana cause he was from new orleans!!! neither of them had been scheduled for this flight - they were both called in when the other flight had been cancelled - and there we all were - having a louisiana moss and magnolia reunion!!! loved it!!!

premonition...precognition...

Mark Twain thought that he would die
on the date of Halley's Comet appearance
just as it had appeared when he was born -
he died just days before the May 18,
1910 Halley's comet appearance.

Calpurnia, the wife of Caesar,
dreamed the night before he died
that he would be killed by a friend
and begged him to not leave home.
He did leave.
He was murdered.

from the mouths of babes........gumballs and more

a year or so ago, while at macy's with my daughter and her then five-year-old little girl, babygirl decided that she wanted bubblegum from the giant gumball machine in the children's clothing department - however, as is usually the case, neither her mother nor i thought we had any change at all - but finally we found one single quarter - ONE - and babygirl wanted a RED gumball and RED ONLY so she was going to need more than one quarter obviously as the huge machine was full of all different colors - thousands of gumballs and only ONE CHANCE at a RED one - well, you know, when you're five years old, having a RED GUMBALL is a really really big deal - it was for me at five, anyway, and so, too, it was for babygirl - so there we were - one quarter and thousands of gumballs away from a red one - my daughter continued to prepare babygirl for the inevitability of a green one or a blue or yellow or orange gumball, which only served to upset babygirl more - it was then time for YAYA INTERVENTION - so, i told babygirl that all she had to do was to focus on a red gumball if she really really wanted one - she had to look into the exit cup and see one single red gumball first in line to pop out when her quarter struck - i reminded her that yaya had never told her anything that wasn't true or possible - and asked her to believe to know that yaya was telling THE TRUTH now - and that she could have that red gumball if she just believed and, moreover, if she KNEW she was getting the red one - she had to KNOW not just believe - and there IS a difference - so she stood still for a moment, looked at the outlet cup and said "red gumball, come on out" as she inserted her one little quarter - and then, before she could catch it, there onto the floor bounced a RED GUMBALL - which she promptly grabbed, blew off, and popped into her little mouth -

[the image is not the exact machine, but similar - our gumball machine held about 5,000 one-inch gumballs and it was full!]

december 29, 2007 - pathway to truth along I-95

7:57 am - my friend, rich,

from new jersey,

had just sent me a note asking

if we could get together the following weekend:

"we can meet on the path to truth

or at a rest stop along I-95 in South Jersey" -

as i sat reading his note,

the TODAY morning show came on

with the news anchor announcing

a major accident on I-95 in Jersey -

may 2009 - ellen degeneres and television experience

while i am a fan of the show, i've not watched it regularly as i am always in the office when it airs here - however, now that i'm not at the office every day, i clicked it on the other morning and the show opens with her coming out all bubbly and smiling like she always is - now, at this moment, while i've been up for a while, i'm not my usual bubbly morning self for some reason - and i'm looking at ellen, thinking, "now how in the world does she do that every day - come on bubbly and smiling - there must be days when she doesn't really feel like it and i wonder how she handles that" - well, it goes to commercial and comes back to her monologue about how difficult it is at times to "have" to appear all bubbly, smiling, etc - that some days she isn't really feeling the love, so to speak -

november 2007 - thought and television and henry fonda and horseman

during this same period of time, a friend of mine [aka horseman] sent me a new photo of himself - it was fabulous and i loved it! while i held it in my hand thinking how much he looked like a young henry fonda - they could have passed for brothers - i flipped on the television - the screen lit up to a color photo of henry fonda in his youth -

november 3, 2007 - answering phone before it rings

the same day as the incident of the walmart parking lot experience posted below, while i was out running errands, another experience with the phone [which for me are very frequent] occurred - just driving down the highway and reached over and picked up the phone because i "felt" it ring - then realized it hadn't really rung but as i held it in my hand, it did ring - this is the kind of thing i experience so often i don't even keep track of them - it just happens that i jotted this one down in conjunction with my note to myself on the sinking of the explorer and the walmart parking lot incidents below -

november 3, 2007 - bomb threat experience

on saturdays i usually am out and about running errands, lunching with my daughters, shopping and all the usual things that one does on days off work - this particular saturday i decided to visit my daughter lisa who had just moved into her new home across town - another thing i was debating was whether or not to stop at the local wal-mart store since i had to pass it enroute to lisa's - on the drive over, i have this mental dialogue about stopping to shop on my way TO lisa's or afterward - but i finally drove up to WM parking lot and even as i did so, continued to have this mental dialogue about stopping or not stopping - i got into the parking lot and just drove around several isles, but did not park, finally deciding i just didn't want to stop then - so i went out the other end of their lot and on to lisa's where i stayed a couple of hours - then headed back toward walmart from her house but as i approached the turn-off to the store, i saw that a police blockade and law enforcement and emergency personnel were everywhere - the store had been evacuated and the parking lot cleared of cars - the store had received a serious bomb threat -

november 22, 2007 - dream experience

that thursday evening and night were much like all the others, except that during this period of time, i was once again inundated with para/perfectlynormal experiences - but, that particular day had seemed uneventful enough when i went to bed for the night between 10:30 and 11:00 pm - however, around midnight, i was awakened from a terrible dream - i mean, i was awakened suddenly, gasping for breath and sat straight up in bed - i was a bit disoriented - the dream had been so real - as if i had been there - it took a moment to grasp that i was in my own bed - and safe - in the dream that had so violently awakened me, i saw what i thought to be a large passenger plane - an airliner which i took to be a usairway plane because it was red and white [and i thought i remembered usairways having red/white planes] - in any event, i saw the front nose and long side of what i thought to be a plane - it was red, with a white streak all the way down the side - i could see the "windows of the cockpit" area and they appeared to be black - the "plane" was sinking in a large vast area of ice - i could see nothing but ice everywhere - white ice with broken blocks of ice strewn about in water - i saw no people - only the body of this huge "vessel" in the broken ice - i awoke with a start, freezing cold and shaking - when i could not shake the images of my dream, i turned on the tv for a news story of a plane crash but could not find anything - then i went to my computer but there was nothing there - so i tried going back to bed but lay awake a long time before finally falling asleep again - when i did awaken again, the first news i saw was the ship "explorer" sinking in the antarctica - it was the red "vessel" with the white stripe and "cockpit" row of windows from my dream glaring back at me from the screen -

school days...

some of my earliest memories have to do with the extraordinary being ordinary to me - with paranormal being perfectlynormal - one of the earliest ordinary/normal experiences occurred when i was about seven or eight years old - my father was a purchasing agent for the government so we travelled very frequently - it was nothing at all for me to not be in a school long enough to receive a six-week report card - in any event, new experiences new places new people were the norm for me - nothing stagnant nothing ever the same -

this particular incident was on my first day of elementary school in camden arkansas - it was the middle of the school year - my mother took me to the office to enroll me and then the principal walked us out into the hallway and said she would show me my locker and take me to my classroom - but i told her that she didn't have to because i already knew where my locker was and it's number and i already knew where my classroom was and who my teacher was - of course, she and my mother attempted to persuade me that i did not as i had never been to this school before - nor had i ever been to this town before -

it was not a rectangular shaped building but had a wing or two - i remember walking straight down the hall to the left and walking up to a locker which i knew was mine - and it was - then i walked ahead of the principal and my mother, down another hall to the right to my new classroom - i was right -

while i no longer remember my locker number or my teacher's name, the experience itself remains more than a little vivid - i can still see the hallways - the off-white tile floors - my dark green olive-colored locker and the face of my new teacher as if it had happened yesterday -

i also remember approaching the school and entering, feeling/knowing exactly where to go and who i would see - to me, i HAD been there before, somehow at some time - and i was perturbed by the confusion of the adults who tried to discount that knowledge -

simone's synch-song?

just now i was sitting thinking contemplating watching the sunshine play on a few pillowly clouds as i played on my laptop and a string of words came to mind "come on daddy, feed my soul, i need some sugar in my bowl" which i had remembered from a song of nina simone's many moons ago - i've no idea why i was thinking about those lyrics - i mean [with the exception of two years ago when i put together some poetic words for someone, which i eventually posted to gypsywoman world may 15], i can't even remember the last time i listened to nina simone - maybe a year or more ago - and certainly had not mentioned or discussed her with anyone in at least that long - but while i'm sitting here humming those words aloud actually, my sister [with whom i've not spoken in almost two weeks] called from louisiana and after a minute or so, said, "oh, by the way, i wanted to tell you i just came across a website called 'simone's world' and it belongs to nina's daughter - you have to see it!" -

the maelstrom...

yesterday was one of those days - and the day before, actually - one of those days when it seemed that every thought i had every action i took every word i read everything i saw or heard was interconnected intertwined each with the other and with the thoughts words actions of others, especially others with whom i have been in recent contact and/or whom i have just "met" so to speak -

things like picking up a book i'd not read and opening it to the page with a name someone else had just mentioned but of whom i'd never heard - picking up the phone before it rang - walking into the room talking about a particular person and flipping on the television to find a news story being broadcast about that person - seeing the same triple numbers in multiple places as i was out and about, out of a ream of paper picking the exact number of sheets i needed [without counting], extracting from several bottles the exact number of pills necessary to fill a particular container, picking up a grocery item on a whim and my daughter later calling me to ask me to pick up that exact item, -

the list goes on and on - the content of each somewhat trivial/innocuous in nature, comparatively speaking, at least - and these kinds of things are not at all unusual to me - or even to most of us - on isolated occasions or irregular times, etc - but the past few days, for me, the frequency has been almost constant - at one point early on the other day, i thought i would start jotting them down but they continued with such frequency that i found i simply would have to record every single thing i had done or thought or said or had seen, etc - and so, i was unable to even begin a list -

and this, too, has happened in times past - this constancy of these kinds of things - one correlation i believe may be my recent "new journey" in the quest for more knowledge and "visiting for the first time, and re-visiting" this part of ME, thus, having ME more open and receptive and cognizant of possibilities -

happily, these incidents of the last few days have been rather light-natured in tone - i mean, nothing terribly negative or earth-shattering - no associated tragic incidents or devastating illnesses, etc - but it caused a flood of memories of all the other times in my life when the associations were not so "light" or "unblimished by tragedy" - times when i had to consciously diligently "work", to "focus", to "shut 'it' off", to "stop the flow" of the overwhelming incidents about which i felt such a responsibility - and it seems, too, that time of year somehow plays a role in the frequency of these things for me - it seems that spring and summer have been more often the periods of intensity that i remember, anyway - perhaps there is a connection with the geomagnetic activity of the periods -

the whole point of this rambling is that i have set up this blog to memorialize to share my own personal experiences of the "extraordinary" - experiences which we all have and with which i, anyway, continue to be fascinated - but in these few days, have been unable to put finger to keyboard to do so - in any event, i look forward to this journey, this deeper exploration, this quest/this thirst for more knowledge for more growth - bon voyage to us all -

the gypsy travel journel

we all are gypsies of a sort
wandering traveling through this life
other lives
space
and
time
here
there
and
yon
on roads less travelled -

this is a written and visual journal of my own travels -
imagined and/or real -
come along with me -
we'll dance
among the stars under the sun and over the moon -
we'll share our stories
around the campfire -
come along -