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Saturday, December 20, 2014  -( -7°C / +19°F  – dark and ‘clear’ @ 2:00 am in Atlantic Canada )-

2014-dec-20-CobInterior— “Dream Jernil” : My future daughter told me I last knew her as somebody named ‘Evelyn’. I asked her if she was an angel. She said, “No- Angels never had to be human.”

— Today, I was slightly depressed and went to get some rest around noon. I had just settled back into my pillow and pulled the blankets up around me when I ‘saw’ Evelyn in my ‘mind’s eye’. She came and got me and took my hand and led me up the stairs, waited while I asked for the blue flame to come through my crown and down into my heart. Then she pointed to a large window I hadn’t noticed before. Outside the window was a very green forested area.

— The actual Dream: I think I jumped right into dreaming when I wondered what was outside the window, I dreamed I was settling down to sleep in a small cottage near the top of steep hillside. Where I was the hillside went down, rocky and steep at first and then more gradually to an ocean shore. A little farther up the coast from there the hillside hadn’t been worn down over the ages, but was a cliffside, with a narrow bit of ‘beach’ and lots of huge boulders, many of which were still squared off and hadn’t been weathered/eroded much, some of them slightly out into the water, some right at the base of the cliffs. I felt like I would be exploring my new home after resting for the night in that cottage.

— I was inside a rustic barn or other common building that might have been a community centre. People there were playing role playing games with small metallic figures representing them on a table that had been ‘landscaped’ with other role players teaming up in groups to form villages they were designing, that they would be creating outside in the real world after tweaking the designs and deciding what they liked best about the model buildings they were making and then placing in various spots on the model landscape. My character had built a home that was not in any village centre, but close enough, he went to the nearest village and talked to ‘people’ who were planning a wedding of their characters. They had a ‘Pope’ figurine who traveled from village to village and I thought I would like to attend the wedding because I hadn’t been to a church service in a while and missed something about that.

— hmmmmm-

~~~~~ Jim

Friday, Conversations with my daughter from my next life.

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Friday, December 19th, 2014,  -( -2°C / +28°F & I think it stopped snowing >>—> @1:40 am in Atlantic Canada )-

Grey Baby Bobcat Moe

This is a baby bobcat, from a tweet. He looks way too much like our orange cat, Moe. Cathi says that explains a lot- 🙂 —jim—

Cathi told me about an exercise – How to hang out and talk with your guardian angels and check out your past and future stuff.

You say a prayer of protection and surround yourself with the Christ light, then go up a flight of stairs, open a door and find yourself in your hallway. Not sure which hallway, but you’re there. In that hallway you ask God to put a blue flame in through the top of your head and down to your heart and then, holding that flame (And Saint Michael’s attention) you can go open doors to the past and future and do all sorts of good things, like checking in to make sure the book you’re writing is on track, is what God wants you to write, will generate more light than heat, etc.

Okay, so I got a couple things backward, or inside out, and bathed in the blue flame coming down through my head while I was inside the very bright white Christ Light. and then I went up the stairs. Twice in two days I have been met at a landing at the top of the stairs by a young girl. Yesterday I thought she might be my daughter from my next life. I didn’t have enough presence of mind to ask her what her name is, or what it will be in that next life or anything like that. I just knew she was my daughter, and didn’t know for sure when she was or will be my daughter. Yesterday I was almost shocked by how clear an image I had of her. The landing was also quite clear, it was at the top of a flight of cement or adobe stairs. It had about a three and a half feet high wall, maybe to protect young ones from falling down the stairs, There was a lot of light coming down from a window that was one more flight of stairs above this level, and the cement or adobe was smoothly rounded and it was a golden-reddish-brown colour. I caught flashes of other people clearly yesterday, a woman with reddish-light-brown hair and green eyes who I guessed might be the girl’s mother, but she wasn’t around for long and I didn’t get to ask her anything. She was there, she smiled a cheshire cat smile and had to go somewhere else. My daughter stood there patiently and smiled and didn’t seem to expect anything from me and didn’t seem impatient, or like she expected anything. I was just kind of really surprised and happy that I saw her.

Today, at the top of the same stairs, there she was, like she’d been sitting there waiting for me. Today she was wearing a red plaid skirt and jacket, like a school uniform. And a white cotton blouse. I had enough presence of mind to ask her who she was. She told me she is, or would be, my daughter in my next life. I asked about her mother, she told me that her mother and I love each other very much. I asked her where we lived, what was the house like, she told me she couldn’t tell me that, not yet. Very shortly after that I was disturbed in the real world back down here by a large black dog bursting into the room as Cathi had come home from work while I was busy trying to check out the Spiritual realm.

—Yum,

~~~~~Jim