Last night’s dream came somewhere in the middle of the night when suddenly I sensed someone’s presence beside my bed. This person was here to announce “The Phone Call” meaning it was time for labor. I had not heard the phone ring but I assumed if someone had to come get me out of bed I had better get up.
I immediately stood up out of bed and looked around to gather my composure and ascertain what is happening to me. At first, my world was befuddled and unclear. I am frustrated I am unable to wake up fully yet I stand in the feet of the man who has announced the call. I imagine if I am dreaming, I must be having an out of body experience. I struggle to break free to move from this stand. If I am dreaming I must be able to fly. I struggle to take flight but a tether seems to keep me connected to the dreaming man. Is he not hearing the phone ring? Does he not recognize the urgency which surrounds him?
Unable to awaken the man, I am determined to find out if the call is real. I seem to be able to move in the direction from which the call is originating. The direction is Richmond. I set on my way there. The journey is long.
I can’t remember specific details after this point. What I do recall was what it felt like to travel there. The journey was so profoundly incredible. I recall thinking in the dream there is so much here to remember how will I ever journal this. I knew in the dream there was no way I could put the experience to words. In the end, I came away with a great sense of accomplishment and success at getting there on time and being a part of the experience of birthing my child into the world. An experience I am sure never to forget.
~~~~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS
Just out of curiosity I looked up the meaning of Richmond.
The name Richmond is a German Baby Name. In German Baby Names the meaning of the name Richmond is: Strong protector.
Last night I had a super cool dream. It happened right as I was waking up. In the dream, I can see the universe in some primordial fog that is percolating like in a cauldron. The fog is captivating. I recognize it as something very special from which all things originate. My view of it is partial. Sensing there is much to this which is unknown to me, I feel myself levitating and in so doing, I am offered a new vantage point from which to experience the whole of creation. I now see the entire universe before my eyes.
As I levitate higher and higher, I feel as if I have detach from my body. I turn to my right to look in the direction where I stood previously. In turning, I see the profile of 3 eyeballs lined up sequentially almost as if I am looking at myself in a mirror within a mirror. A ray of lightning reflects in each eye creating a very long horizontal thunderbolt. The sight reminds me of one of those plasma balls with the electrical currents passing through it.
I sense this is something very special.
A moment before I opened my eyes I felt a kiss on my temple beside my eye and I heard its pucker. It was the same kind of kiss I give my dog in the morning filled with an intense love. Someone kissed me. In that moment, I felt very special and loved. Someone in the universe loves me.
~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS
So today I had scheduled to take my car in for maintenance. While waiting for my car to be ready I decided to check out to new model cars. The first car I sat in had interior lights which ran in a horizontal line from the left door, across the dashboard, and continued along the right door. It felt like my dream all over again. The light had a neon illumination and was the same color as the lightening bolt reflected in the eyes from my dream.
I ended up buying a new car a Mercedes GLE350. In some peculiar way, I felt the universe was giving its blessing (kiss) to make this purchase. Considering the laundry list of items that needed repair on my old car, I believe it was time for a new car.
Last night I crawled into bed with the animals an each one had a few minutes of cuddle time. I then remembered I had forgotten to my bottle of water so I got up to retrieve it. Upon return I noticed something in the corner of my eye near the back door of the basement as I laid my head down once again for a second time. I zoomed in with my mind squinting to try to bring it in focus. It looked like someone was standing in the corner. As I began to slip away I held my attention on this person. The person came into focus. It was a Jester. With tight pants slightly bent over with a cane or walking stick. I was nowhere near passed out yet. He motioned with his arm extended to come with him. His arm pointing to the path I should follow to come toward him. Resisting sleep I held on for a more conscious visit with the Jester. He finally got tired of waiting so he walked toward me. I was in shock. Three step in, I waved to him, to let him know I was not asleep. I also got a good look at him. He had a gentle smile and olive skin. A warm and welcoming face. I asked myself if this could be OB come to visit but something inside me said, No why would he come as a Jester. With that I fell deep into dream land.
I find myself sitting on a chair that is flying over a river. The river is turquoise blue with some sections being deeper that others evident by a deep aqua color. The scene was spectacular. I seem to recognize this river. I have been here before.
I am able to travel in the chair both backward and forward and there seems to be no way for me to fall out of the chair. There is no seat belt of anything of the sort. We come upon a place where I live. It is a huge house with many rooms and many guests who stay with me.
Much time passes and life is good there. However the area is affected by global warming and one day it is a particularly hot and scorching day. We are walking outside on the asphalt and I notice my shoes are sticking to the ground. I hurry to stand under a tree to take advantage of the shade. The earth is quaking from the heat and my house is destroyed.
Walking though the house now in shambles I look around for what has survived the destruction. To my surprise some very important things still survive. Those who live in the walls are still there. They have never had air conditioning to survive the heat and to this day don’t require it. I peak in and see them there. They welcome me in. I think I too could live in the walls within the ruins of what once was my home. I am sensing it is time to return and wake up from the dream.
I am taken again seated in the chair flying over the river which is still as beautiful as the day I arrived. It has not been affected by the turmoil. I recall the Jester and my descent into dreamland. I want to bring back something but what? I think hard trying to decide what in the world could I bring back from this dream into my waking life to prove I was here. I decide to ask the dream for something. Attempting for formulate my verbal question I am having difficulty verbalizing the words but I am determined. As I wake up the words begin to come forth. I politely ask, “Can I have the milk that is in the television”
I’ve been having a lot of dreams lately but have had little time to journal them. In this dream I find myself at home with OB. It is our first night together. I place him in the crib to sleep. I am very tired and lay in my bed for a little cat nap but end up falling into a deep sleep. I am so tired. Later I wake up in shock because I didn’t want to fall asleep. I immediately walk over to the crib to see if OB is still alive. I notice he is all puffed up like a puffer fish. His cheeks are so big and puffy. I roll him toward me wanting to kiss him but not knowing where I can kiss him without giving him my germs. I decide to kiss him on the temples as he has one eye open. I recall kissing my mom on her temples.
The other night I had a very vivid dream where I am I am outside just walking down the street. It is a beautiful area which is hilly. In the distance between the hills I can see the sun rising as the sky is red with the sunlight. I then see between the hills alien ships arriving in the skies. They are very large. People are not sure what to think.
At this point I question whether I am dreaming. Looking around at my surrounding I examine it and determine this is for real. I am not dreaming. I quickly move to a place where I can get the best view of the alien ships. I tell people not to worry I will talk to them.
The ships are sending scouts on flying scooters. The scouters fly very fast. People begin retreating to their homes. I continue to try to find the best place to wave them down so I can have a discussion with them. I’m told to come into the house where we can discuss things. I go into a house. Again I seem to question whether I am dreaming. Looking around the house I examine my surroundings. I am definitely not dreaming. I shut the door and look to my right where there is an aquarium. I pause to look in on the fish. There are small angel fish in the tank. Looking more carefully I can see the angel fish have babies in the tank. I then see an eel type of fish swim by which reminds me of an arrowana. How is it the eel has not eaten the babies?
Last nights dream the part I remember happened very early in the morning. I was already starting to surface from the dream when I found myself at work. There is an actors guild which is supported by my job. The group is meeting in our cafeteria. On the walls are profile pictures of a select few actors recognized for their talent. When I walk in to the cafeteria I pause for a moment, I don’t recall when we started supporting an actors guild. Not sure of the answer I proceed to sit down at an available table. Across from me I notice two friends Jamal and Sohail are seated there. I am surprised to see Jamal and I say hello but it seems he did not hear me or chose not to recognize me.
Put off by the encounter I get up and turn and under my breath say a forceful GOODBYE!. Jamal answers Goodbye. I take control of the dream and force a turn around. I want to know why he didn’t acknowledge me at first. This part is completely out of context as I can sense of freedom which wasn’t present before. Now standing in front of him I ask him what went wrong. Why didn’t he respond to me. I describe the friendship we could have had had he said hello. There is a deep sense of honesty and truthfulness a moment to come clean and clear the air. We both express a love and appreciation for the other. By the end of our encounter I feel we have set the record straight and any bygones are gone. We can again have a meaningful friendship based on love and respect for each other. It felt very good.
~~~~~ DREAM ENDS
What was so unusual was when I turned around and went back to confront him. I felt I was about to leave and exit the dream and wake up but when I heard him say goodbye as I left I forced the turn around to confront him. Interestingly, the confrontation was all very positive and an opening up of true emotions of love. There was no hostility there.
In last night’s dream I find myself upstairs in my house cleaning and notice OB has returned some wicker baskets I had thrown out. I look over the stair railing the yell down to him to come get the trash. He in turn pokes his head out from under the banister and says those are his baskets implying they are his to decide on whether to keep or throw away. I toss them back down to him before comprehending what he is trying to communicate.
We are getting ready to leave the house on an adventure. Ivy is with us but before leaving the house I notice the ceiling is made of glass or a see through resin. Curious about this feature I examine how the ceiling attaches to the walls and notice the work is seamless. The glass is so thick it appears to have the illusion of water flowing though it as the resin has locked in air bubbles. How did they do that?
I proceed to walk out the front door with OB and Ivy close behind. As I step out onto my front steps the sun is shining bright in the sky. I turn to look to my left and see a field of wildflowers yellow and orange as far as the eyes can see. I remark about the beauty. I then turn to my right and notice the same on my right. Yellow and orange flowers as far as the eyes can see. I am again in awe of the grandeur and beauty of nature. When did I plant that many seeds?
Last night’s dream was very interesting and somewhat a first for me. I seem to be more ballsy, assertive and determined in my dream. In this one, I am enrolled as a student in a University much like Hogwarts. It is for the most elite kids with special abilities and a society unto itself. I however am not a kid. I have returned to the school as an adult after having been gone for a long long time.
In this scene I find myself in a restroom stall trying to have a private moment when I discover others can look into my stall both from above and through the cracks in the walls and door. I am seated. I discretely pause for a moment without them being clued in to the fact I am fully aware of their presence. I too can see through the walls just like they can see in to my personal space. I decide to reach my hand under the stall and reach up and grab the guy’s leg to pull him down not with the intent of stopping him from looking over into my space but with a firm assertion I am in control. They are flabbergasted I am able to affect their space. I am no longer helpless and a victim to their whims.
When I reached under I disturbed a deck of cards which were sitting in front of me. They were a deck of pictures. They complain to me about my having disturbed the deck. I assert the deck has a new alignment but the images are generally in the same spaces they were in before. With my finger I move the cards grouping the ones which were moved. The changes caused by slightly shuffling the deck places us on even footing just long enough for me to assert myself and be credible in my powers within this realm.
I quickly move to assert myself. I find the lead guy and confront him. I displace him 3 times pausing between each displacement long enough to throw him off his footing and allowing him to question what is happening. How did we get here? To throw him off further and to equal the playing field I displace him yet again for a second and third time. On the final displacement I order him to a new position. I give him an office space where I tell him he can still do all the things he liked doing previously but this new space affords him privacy in his actions. This is how we will play the game. These are the rules of the game. This is how it will be.
Their confusion arises out of the fact that only students can be in this school. Even though I am older I have standing here because I too am taking a class. They seemed to be unaware of the class I’m taking. Now I have to prove to them I have the grades to support my education. Since I am part of another dimension and only transiting through theirs I exclaim my work has been done within my waking dimension. I show them the points of contact between the two dimensions and I reveal my grades which have registered as complete in their realm. They are amazed I have found a way to manipulate the rules in my favor to gain leverage and standing in their realm.
Now I must operate in their realm. I walk up to the chalk board to present my work. They have no clue what is yet to come. Whoosh as if by magic…I describe how the seasons change and how I am able to enhance the colors within each season by using my plants and landscape to add color and depth to my world.
~~~~~ DREAM ENDS
I woke up at 6:30 am. My sleep wasn’t very deep through out the night. I had to be on my toes. Parts of the dream kept repeating with underlying messages. I had on my mind my decision on whether I should accept the job offer that came in this past Friday. Throughout the dream there was a clear sense of confidence in what I was doing and what needed to be done. I think this is the right job for me. Given the number of times the messages repeated I am confident I am making the right decision.
A note on the man I displaced the lead person was no one but me. This too felt like the dream I previously had about David Butler where I am the other person. This is why I am able to achieve an equal footing because we both have legitimate standing. We both exist as one concurrently and independently.
Last night’s dream was super cool. It reminded me of an episode of Harry Potter. In the dream, I discover a pattern to make money. I have observed people often drop dollar bills at the metro. The dollars fall into the cracks in between the floor tiles. Most are in a rush to get to where they are going so they are completely oblivious to the treasures that lie at their feet. On this day and every day, I rummage through the tiles on the platform looking for lost treasures. It is my lucky day. I find many $20 dollar bills. People are finding out about my good fortune and want in on my secret but they just haven’t got the knack of looking in between the tiles. You also want to wait long enough for the person who dropped the dollar bill to be gone so you are not considered stealing. The items have to be lost for the finder to pick them up and consider them his own treasures.
I repeat my daily routine of scouring the platform for lost dollars. On a subsequent day, I discover a small box someone has left behind. I look into the box and see a wad of cash. I’ve hit the jackpot. I quickly check to make sure this qualifies as lost. There is so much cash here and other treasures I am having trouble finding a place to put them on my person. My pockets are stuffed full. A few of my follows grab a couple items to help me haul them off.
My name is David Butler and I work in a castle as a teacher of archaeology. I also have a store front in the castle where I sell some of my found treasure which I’ve determined can be sold. On this day a student arrives unexpectedly early and takes the liberty of opening the storefront windows revealing my artifacts from the previous day. I tell her I am still in the process of cataloging the items. I am particularly interested in the wad of dough. The dollar bills are not of this epoch. The symbols and faces on the money are from a time long ago. The symbols are animated just like the pictures in a Harry Potter movie. From watching David Butler work it become apparent he is not interested in the value of the items but is mainly interested in the message the items communicate much like reading a tarot deck. One of the bills has a 3D image of 3 swords. David pulls one of the swards out of the dollar bill to measure it. He hesitates for a moment realizing this is a big one.
He is now secretly planning a spectacular event to show off his findings. The dresses up as a night with armor and a veiled face. His fail is made of animal fur. He looks at me and shows me his sward and banner, implying he is expecting feedback on how he looks. I on the other hand am captivated by the man in furr. I respond, I’m interested more in the man.
He takes off to position himself in the castle for the opening festivities. He is so high on the euphoria of his find he is unable to land. His excitement has caused him to take flight. To solve this he reaches for his long sword and point it to the ground. The tip of the sword touches the top step of the baluster anchoring him firmly to the castle.
This is David Butler.
~~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS!
This was such a dramatic dream. It also felt so real when I was there especially when we were in the castle and his work area. What was very interesting to me in the dream was when the dream morphed and I went from being the main character to that of the observer. It seemed to happen when I reached a point where I was more interested in learning about what it is I am doing in the dream that my consciousness moved to a position of observer. This split also coincided with the revelation that David Butler was more interested in what he was learning from the objects (the symbols on the bills) than the value of the bills themselves. This is also when the character took on the identity of David Butler. I don’t know where the name came from but it was very loud and clear. The climax of course was when David Bulter laid down his sword on the baluster to touch the earth.
Phenomenal simply phenomenal!!
I’m going to put this in the romance category because of the word armor. I think this is a play on words with amore which means love in Italian. When I told him I was more interested in the man under the fur it felt very sexual and intimate and the sword lent itself to the part of a man. At the moment when I responded I felt the dream was hinting at a love to come my way.
Definition of butler. 1 : a manservant having charge of the wines and liquors. 2 : the chief male servant of a household who has charge of other employees, receives guests, directs the serving of meals, and performs various personal services.
In last night’s dream I am with my MKP group at a retreat. There are many activities planned for the weekend. At the very end there is a ceremonial reception for the MKP Members and their guests. I walk into the auditorium thinking I’ve done this before so I should remember the routine but there is a laissez faire attitude about me where I am not really concerned about getting it right. I simply want things to unfold naturally without my input. Someone comes to assist the new initiates get to where they need to be. Since I am haphazard, I enter through the door where family, friends and other invites are to enter and be seated. I decide to help out with the initiates since now that I have entered through the wrong door I will have to make my way to the member waiting area so I may as well help them make there way to the secret area. I remember there is a door one can use from this side to access the other side. As I am about to escort the initiate through the secret door my cousin Jeanette appears unexpectedly. She is excited to see me and say hello. I pause for a minute to greet her and introduce her to the initiate. In doing so, I become aware of the ceremonial robe I am wearing which is my Halloween Cloak.
After a short greeting Jeanette retreats to the guest area to view the ceremony and I continue on with the initiate to escort him to the designated area where the members wait. Passing through the door we walk down a dark corridor. I reach for my cell phone so it may light my path and upon looking at it, I can see it is smaller and of a higher technology than the one I remember having in real life. When did I change my phone? I can not recall ordering a new phone so this must not be my phone yet it seems to respond to me as if it were my cell phone. Intrigued, I examine it carefully and think back to the last place where I charged my phone. It was in the member waiting area where we are going now. I will attempt to retrieve my cell phone and leave this one in its place as someone may be looking for it.
Now in the member waiting area, I look around for my charger and phone. Not finding the charger I pat down my pockets again for a second time and feel the cell phone in my right hand side. I reach in and retrieve the cell phone. Looking at it, It is in fact my cell phone. With the other hand I reach in to retrieve the other cell phone and notice it is now only the box it came in with the shrink wrap plastic.
At the end of the ceremony everyone is invited to take with them any left over food. I have a particular interest in the fruit pies. They must have been a big hit because they are pretty much all gone. I decide not to take anything back with me because nothing can substitute for apple crumb and peach pie.
~~~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS
After waking up and thinking about the dream two things really struck me, the Halloween Cloak and the cell phone. First off cell phone always are an indication my guardian angel Jennifer is near by. It wasn’t until that thought crossed my mind that I equated Jeannette with Jennifer since they both sound similar. My mind went back to the first dream where my Guardian Angel Jennifer gave me a cell phone I can use to call her anytime I need her.
Here is the original dream when Jennifer first showed up. Taken from my book, In the Course of a Dream, Emmanuel For Love pg 97.
In Case You Need Me, Speed Dial 4 on Your Cell Phone
am at a county fair where we are guests at a hotel. One of the rooms in the hotel has dining
tables that are laid out with orange and red tablecloths. Each table has a center piece that is
garnished with pieces of dried fruit.
Adjacent to this room is an outdoor white cloth tent where they store
fruit that they have grown organically.
Each type of fruit is stored in its own personal wooden crate. It reminds me of something you might see
displayed at Pottery Barn, except that at Pottery Barn they might be selling
fruit scented candles individually packed in their own little crates.
By force of habit, I take the bug spray and
spray the fruit. I am told that I do not
need to do that because the fruit grown here does not have bugs. I am thinking I might have spoiled their
organic crop. I realize my mistake and
quickly discard the bug spray. Far away
in an adjacent tent, I can see that there is a black lioness who is giving
birth to her cub.
I felt a tap on my shoulder which
caused me to awaken suddenly. As I
opened my eyes, beside me was the figure of an old bearded man who sat in a
lotus position on my bed. I instantly
recognized the man to be Sri Yukteswar, who was the Guru of Paramahansa
Yogananda, who in turn was the founder of the Self Realization Fellowship. I was a student of SRF many years ago when I
first ventured away from my Christian upbringing. I had studied with them for about two years
but never went through with their Kriya Yoga initiation. It was through the lessons of SRF and their
many references back to the Bible and other scriptures that gave me a renewed
and fresh appreciation for scripture.
They helped me recognize God as one and the same across all
Sri Yukteswar began talking to me
about the universe and how the number of the universe was 4. I could clearly see his lips moving but I
heard no sound. I laid there puzzled, wondering
why of all people Sri Yukteswar. I could
understand finding Paramahansa on my bed but not Sri Yukteswar. I knew very little about him other than that
he was Paramahansa’s Guru. He kept
talking and talking and making facial expressions. I kept trying to tell him in my mind that I
could not hear him.
can’t hear you; I can only see your lips move.”
would respond, “Yes you can.”
would tell him again, “No, I’m sorry but I can’t hear you; I can only see your
would patiently reply yet again, “Yes, you can hear me.”
back in hindsight, I realize that even though I did not hear anything audibly
with my ears, I did apparently receive his message telepathically, otherwise
how would I have known what his responses were and his message to me about the
properties of the universe. I did not know how that bit of information would
help me until much later when it became apparent that much meaning is hidden in
astrology and numerology.
He finally faded and I rolled over
and fell back to sleep. A couple hours
later, I awoke suddenly to again find him standing beside my bed asking me for
the time. I looked at my wrist watch but since I was not wearing my glasses, I
could not read the time on my watch.
Instead, I held out my arm and tapped my index finger on the face of my
watch, indicating for him to look at it for himself. He apparently did not want to make the effort
himself to look at it but instead wanted me to tell him the time. Knowing he was not going to leave me alone
until I told him the time, I sat up in bed to look over at my alarm clock,
which sat on the nightstand on the other side of my bed. The digital clock read 5:45am. “It’s 5:45am.”
This was the morning for sudden
awakenings because for a third time I would be roused yet again and with magic
and grace given a code by which I would confirm the existence of my guardian
angel. I had been in a dream where I was
with a group of friends. One of my
friends named Jennifer had taken a special interest in me. (In real life, I do not have a friend named
Jennifer) She gave me a cell phone that had her phone number preprogrammed in
it so that I could call upon her any time I needed her for any reason. She then showed me how, by simply pushing a
single button, it would autodial and connect me with her.
I was standing there with her, she pushed the button to test the phone. In that same moment in real life, I awoke
suddenly. Without even thinking, I
reached over to grab my voice recorder to record the details of the dream I had
just had regarding the preprogrammed cell phone. As I got to the part where I recorded,
“….and she tested it by pushing the button like this,” my real phone on my
nightstand rang. The sound of the phone ringing was captured on my voice
recorder. I did not answer it because it
was too early in the morning so I assumed it had to be a wrong number. I also did not correlate the testing of the
preprogrammed cell phone with the synchronicity of my real phone ringing at
precisely the same time.
was not until later that day when I went to journal my dream into my computer
that I replayed my voice recording and heard the phone ringing in the
background. Then the synchronicity behind it all hit me. Mysteriously, ever since then whenever I have
dreamt about my guardian angel and have gone to journal the dream, the message
indicator on my cell phone would beep to let me know that I have a
message. It would beep at precisely the
right time and not as a result of having been moved such that it had come into
did not know if my cell phone was faulty, but it could go the entire day and
not beep at all to let me know that I have a message. It always beeped at precisely the right time
to let me know my guardian angel was with me.
We are the fruit of the vine. We are spirit having a human experience. That experience can never adversely affect
our spirit no matter what it is that we experience. We are bug-proof. Our fruit may dry and be
boxed away but our mother, the lioness, is continually giving birth to its
Since that dream, I have learned
from one of my spirit guides that Jennifer, whose name is actually Guinevere
(which means “white fay” or “white ghost”), is in fact my guardian angel. I have one spirit guide named Felicity who is
around me all the time. She reminds me
of my older sister. She has shoulder
length straight hair and short bangs down to her eyebrows. Her hair curls forward as it comes to rest
upon her shoulders. She has a signature
trait of closing her eyes and softly shaking her head from side to side like in
the shampoo commercials. In the etheric
world, her hair moves with great body and bounce as if in slow motion. Every time I see her, she does her signature
move as it has a way of pacifying me.
As I am sure you might be wondering,
I would like to share here how I came to know their names. For a long time, I did not know. I just recognized my spirit guides as
nameless, simply having seen them before.
It happened one day in a guided meditation that was ironically titled,
“Channeling Your Spirit Guides.” While
focused inward on my third eye in that meditation, I had a vision where my
spirit guide came and did the little thing she always does with her hair. I had my headphones on, listening to the
guided meditation, and on the recording as if on queue it said, “If you should
see any of your spirit guides simply ask them their name.” So I did. To my surprise, I heard a voice say, “My name
yet knowing I had to take advantage of this moment, I asked her to please also
tell me the name of my guardian angel, to which I heard the voice say, “Don’t
you remember? Her name is Jennifer and she is the one that calls you on the
had not equated Jennifer with an angel. In the dream she appeared simply as a
person and not as an angel. Recalling
the memory of Jennifer from the dream and the times when my guardian angel had
appeared, it suddenly rang true. I had a
moment of clarity and I remembered all the places I had seen her in visions and
dreams and I knew Felicity was telling the truth. She was the same person.
Angels do not always appear in visions or dreams in their winged form. They come to teach a lesson and will appear in whatever form necessary to carry the intended message. One must look to the soul of the person or spirit to know who is there.
As I read this now for the first time I am in amazement. It has been 10 years at least since I’ve re-read my own words from my book. What struck me were two things, the numerology and lioness having her cub. First I am currently unemployed trying to find a job. ….. SO HERE IS WHERE THE MIRACLE HAPPENED…….. the phone rang my cell phone and it was a job offer. I am no longer unemployed. I didn’t even have time to connect all the other dots. The coincidence that my original dream had the lioness giving birth to her cub and here I am about to have a baby in just a little more than 2 month. The fruit from the original dream and the fruit pies from the second dream. The initiates and the initiation into Kryia Yoga. Bizarre similarities including the phone call ushering hope that my Guardian Angel has not abandoned me at my time of greatest need.
And here I was going to translate this as simply message of faith. God has a greater plan. Well now I can say God definitely has a greater plan and a new job and that lioness is about to give birth to a little cub. AMEN AND AMEN!!