Thoughts & Dreams
This morning, I woke up thinking about abundance. Vancouver seems to be abundant in blossom, visitors and even medals right now. We also seem to be extremely abundant in red clothing.
So today, while thinking about abundance, how we achieve it, if we notice it when it’s all around us, why some people—no matter how abundant their lives are—live in “not abundance,” I was distracted by my little dog, Siriuss, staring fixedly out the window for so long that I just had to see what he was watching.
At the Oscars this year, there was a theme of 9s and a nice touch of spirituality.
There were movies called 9, and District 9. The best picture and best director awards were won by a woman, Kathryn Bigelow, who is a 9 life path number with a 9 major influence. Granted, she is in a 5/5 cycle year, which is known as the year of unexpected events. And that 9 woman, Kathryn Bigelow, beat out her ex-husband, James Cameron, who happens to be in a 9 cycle year.
I worked with one of my favourite clients yesterday, who’s presently in Hong Kong dealing with the death of his father. At one point in the reading, he asked if there was any way he could know whether his father was all right or not.
I went into mediumship mode and began to get impressions. The first impression was of horses and riders. I asked if his father had any particular attachment to horses.
He said no.
Yesterday I had a conversation with a woman about loneliness. I happened to mention that loneliness has its own kind of usefulness and that loneliness is often a door to creativity. I’m not sure the woman was impressed.
This morning, while in another conversation with a friend, I heard myself say, “All the best poetry and love songs come from loneliness.”
Ride the horse of loneliness to the corral of creativity.
Recently I was working (on the phone) with a client who is in the process of opening a gift shop, specializing in her own art and spiritual objects such as crystals. As the reading progressed, my attention was continually drawn to a psychic image of a large pair of wings behind the woman. Was she an angel?
The reading had been going well. My client, a woman in her early 50s, seemed pleased with all that had come up so far. I asked if there was anything I had missed. She paused for a moment, reached for a tissue and captured a tear that had escaped from her right eye and said, “I wasn’t going to ask you this, but since we’ve done so well up to this point I wonder if you could help me with this one last thing.”
“Of course,” I said, “anything.”