Feathers!
Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 10:17 pm
Hello Dear Friends,
Today, just now, I received my first 11:11 prompt in months. Something I felt I had to share. And although I have popped in now and again to do some inspirational reading, I have truly missed not being here and sharing with all of you. Since I last posted I have gone through a much needed physical, and very necessary Spiritual cleansing. Finally realizing I could never be a guiding Light to others if I could not even help myself.
Three years ago I had an accident, which lead to a four level cervical fusion two years ago. Was left with some interesting hardware in there which my body is now trying hard to reject. Since the surgery I have been taking heavy-duty prescription meds, existing on a meager insurance compensation. Although the meds do dull the pain, I began experimenting with recreational drugs as well, to the point where over the past year and until recently, I’m not sure I ever drew a straight breath. From morning until night I was under the influence of something, alcohol, marijuana, or both, and along with the prescription drugs.
Now it’s green tea and fresh air for me, and only a bare minimum of prescription meds.
It has not been an easy thing, getting clean and staying clean. And although at times I felt myself pulled to the depths of despair, the angels and midwayers have stood by me. Prompting me at just the right time, every time. Allowing me to catch a glimpse just when most needed.
When I first began posting here a midwayer visited me. I knew he was there, standing next to me, but I never seized the opportunity to acknowledge his presence. A mistake I hope to never make again. Later I overheard the same midwayer in conversation, saying that, for the time “…we would treat this one as invisible…” And why not, that was precisely how I chose to treat him. Like I was somehow superior?
Three weeks ago I lost my only income when the insurance company stopped paying in order to force me onto disability. I’ve begun selling off my personal property, and now also frequent the local food pantry. I might even lose my little house. But none of it matters, which to some might seem a bizarre attitude. But, lately I have been finding feathers in my house, and in the most peculiar places. I have found four in two days. J
I interpret dreams and have for many years. So I pay particular attention. So few people understand dream symbols. I see them as messages from my higher Self, and the fog has lifted.
In every dream lately I am being told to let go of the past and let go of the worry. Also, for years I kept a photo of my dream home in my pictures folder, a beautiful Pastel Yellow Victorian country home. Recently I deleted that photo when the insurance cut me off. Last night I dreamed of a terrible twister coming (A period of mental confusion). Only the closer it got to me the faster it began dissipating. I was running from it, being buffeted by the wind when I saw it begin to dissipate, so I stopped running to watch. (Running has Spiritual overtones.)
When I turned again, there in front of me was my dream home with the number 218 on the box. (CHESHIRE GRIN) Nice way for the Father’s emissaries to choose to communicate (Don’t give up the dream!) Don’t you agree? I see only clear skies ahead, expanding my prayer field.
Love to All, and many, many Blessings.
John
Today, just now, I received my first 11:11 prompt in months. Something I felt I had to share. And although I have popped in now and again to do some inspirational reading, I have truly missed not being here and sharing with all of you. Since I last posted I have gone through a much needed physical, and very necessary Spiritual cleansing. Finally realizing I could never be a guiding Light to others if I could not even help myself.
Three years ago I had an accident, which lead to a four level cervical fusion two years ago. Was left with some interesting hardware in there which my body is now trying hard to reject. Since the surgery I have been taking heavy-duty prescription meds, existing on a meager insurance compensation. Although the meds do dull the pain, I began experimenting with recreational drugs as well, to the point where over the past year and until recently, I’m not sure I ever drew a straight breath. From morning until night I was under the influence of something, alcohol, marijuana, or both, and along with the prescription drugs.
Now it’s green tea and fresh air for me, and only a bare minimum of prescription meds.
It has not been an easy thing, getting clean and staying clean. And although at times I felt myself pulled to the depths of despair, the angels and midwayers have stood by me. Prompting me at just the right time, every time. Allowing me to catch a glimpse just when most needed.
When I first began posting here a midwayer visited me. I knew he was there, standing next to me, but I never seized the opportunity to acknowledge his presence. A mistake I hope to never make again. Later I overheard the same midwayer in conversation, saying that, for the time “…we would treat this one as invisible…” And why not, that was precisely how I chose to treat him. Like I was somehow superior?
Three weeks ago I lost my only income when the insurance company stopped paying in order to force me onto disability. I’ve begun selling off my personal property, and now also frequent the local food pantry. I might even lose my little house. But none of it matters, which to some might seem a bizarre attitude. But, lately I have been finding feathers in my house, and in the most peculiar places. I have found four in two days. J
I interpret dreams and have for many years. So I pay particular attention. So few people understand dream symbols. I see them as messages from my higher Self, and the fog has lifted.
In every dream lately I am being told to let go of the past and let go of the worry. Also, for years I kept a photo of my dream home in my pictures folder, a beautiful Pastel Yellow Victorian country home. Recently I deleted that photo when the insurance cut me off. Last night I dreamed of a terrible twister coming (A period of mental confusion). Only the closer it got to me the faster it began dissipating. I was running from it, being buffeted by the wind when I saw it begin to dissipate, so I stopped running to watch. (Running has Spiritual overtones.)
When I turned again, there in front of me was my dream home with the number 218 on the box. (CHESHIRE GRIN) Nice way for the Father’s emissaries to choose to communicate (Don’t give up the dream!) Don’t you agree? I see only clear skies ahead, expanding my prayer field.
Love to All, and many, many Blessings.
John