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Feeling a bit stiff, but not that bad –

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Monday, January 26th, 2015  -( -17°C / +2°F & Still light outside @5:22 pm on Catherine E’s Birthday 🙂 )-

icicles

Icicles hanging from the roof over the porch Sunday morning.

— A couple days ago Cathi meditated on our future by visualizing going to her safe place in the upper astral world and opening doors. The last time she did that, every door she opened showed her chaos and ‘really weird’ futures. Between then and now during another meditation she asked her higher self what those weird futures were all about and why hadn’t she found one she could love and believe in. The response she received was, “You can open more doors-” So, this last time she opened several doors onto weird futures, closed and locked them and then found one that she really liked. ‘Weird stuff’ that has been happening to us in the past couple years wasn’t there. Both of us were really getting somewhere with our writing and we were both working on writing stuff that had publishers very interested. She could see that she really didn’t need to work outside – no more ‘day job’ was necessary. –> She visualized that she stepped through into that future and closed the door on this one behind her. — Almost immediately after she told me that I started feeling the need to ‘tidy up around here’. I actually got things done from my ‘to-do’ list. I finally cleaned up the top of her desk in this office here, contacted a long lost cousin in California, had a great online conversation with him, actually called Mom and Sharon in Alaska like I said I would. We skyped for almost an hour. Today, I’m looking at the entrance to this room and thinking I need to get the clutter off the bookcase and maybe start a file/scrapbook for that stuff I want to keep and trash the stuff I don’t. This is a real step forward.

— Today is somebody’s birthday. When I was feeling like my life was pretty much over, she came along at the wrong place in the wrong time and flirted, and convinced me that I still had something to offer and maybe all my dreams could actually come true instead of continually being squashed by evil authoritarian ice-holes all around me. I wished her happy birthday in email.

— I was stiff after slipping on the ice yesterday and landing on my backside. I think I landed on the best possible angle so I was jarred, but I didn’t send the top of my spine up through my brain or anything that catastrophic. I had a bit of a rough time last night lowering my head into sleeping position. There was a big black dog on my side of the bed and he’s too big for me to pick up and move through sheer muscle and grit, I could still pick up the 125 pounds of Labrador Retriever, but with him squirming and fighting back, I would probably throw something out in my back worse than landing on my rump in the driveway yesterday did. I tried to sleep in the recliner in the living room. I immediately had purring orange cat help and that complicated things a bit. But I did manage to sleep with a 25 pound orange cat trying to tangle his claws up in my beard without messing my back up any worse that it was when I sat down.

— Monday is garbage day, I pried myself up a little after 7:30 with Cathi getting ready for work and got myself together enough to get the garbage and recycling out, started the van to warm it up before she had to sit in a freezing cold environment and started getting a little bit of new ice off the windshield. After she got out I puttered around, looked through email and stuff and waited a bit, then gave the animals their morning routines and then went back to bed. Again, it was a bit difficult lowering my head past a certain point, my jarring yesterday had the muscles at the top of my back, and in my neck, complaining, but I got into a position that worked and did waft off into dreamland.

— I know I dreamed, and I think the dreams were consistant, like visiting alternate dimensions more than creating a whole weird universe inside my head – at least that’s what it feels like lately – but right now, I don’t remember any details. Which is sort of good, I was not terrorized by nightmares or anything. And here I am, less achy than I was before I went back to bed and thinking about further sprucing up my web pages.

— It’s a lot easier to add stuff to a wordpress page than it is to open up DreamWeaver or any of those earlier web editing ‘apps’ The only weird thing is, you have to ‘log in’ to you different pages one at a time, which is still a lot easier than firing up DreamWeaver and an ftp client and getting things done that way. And, if you have all the pages in different versions of wordpress on your website linked to the same account, same username and password, you don’t have to log in to each one individually. That helps, too.

— Interesting stuff about my long lost cousin in California. He was born on my 13th birthday. Back in those days it would have been scandalous, we heard that my aunt had ‘female problems’ and had to go into the hospital while she was in California, visiting a relative who lived out there. Eighteen years later we met her ‘female problem’ and I thought he was pretty cool. Last night he told me that I was pretty much the only person he met when he came out here to meet his biological parents that he could relate to. That felt great. He’s also a sound recording engineer with his own sound studio out there. He’s got a couple children and we will probably talk quite a bit in the very near future. — Yay!

— So now, in keeping with my weird sudden nesting instincts kicking in here -shudder- I should save this and go clean up the corner of the bookcase nearest to the desk I uncluttered the other day.

— ‘Have a nice evening,’ he said to the world. And the loving bits of this universe smiled and said, “He knows we’re here!” and chattered among themselves wondering how to show him that they appreciated being acknowledged. [ insert wide silly grin here ]

~~~~~ Jim

My Higher Self Has Wings

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Thursday, December 25th, 2014  -( +11°C / +52°F & Raining quite loudly out there at 1:54 pm on Christmas Day here in the Maritimes. )-

Metatron Orb

One website claims this is an angel orb representing Metatron.

— I was feeling a bit ‘off’ as I was waking up. I’d awakened earlier, saw the clock at 10:31 and thought I’d slept all day, but I woke up enough to raise my head and realized the love of my life was sleeping beside me and fell back into the pillows feeling a little bit better. Sometime around 11:00 am I woke up again and wanted to connect with Evelyn and my higher self. 

— I’d tried to clear away doubts and relax away any tension I was feeling. I’d tried to pull all the swords and daggers out of my back and body and then all the hooks and wires that have been placed there by those who ‘know not what they do’ and have no claim on me, no matter how hard they try to convince themselves and me that they do. It was a struggle. I fell asleep in the process and now that I was waking up again, I blasted myself with white light and exploded through the neighborhood, out into the rain and fog and confusion of this world. I’m in a section where the confusion and delusion is a little bit less prevalent, but it’s still there, I could see it in people’s grumpy looks the other day when we were out and about.

— And so I lay there, in the dark, feeling the light cleanse away the tension and schnarr of the confused and deluded world that is trying its damnedest to hold on and regain the power it is losing.

— I haven’t been able to get up to the hight realms in a couple days. I felt like I’ve been letting Evelyn down. I know she said I can’t disappoint her, I was thinking I was disappointing myself. I couldn’t find the stairs. I stood, facing east and called for angelic help. I visualized the blue flame coming down as a ball of fire, but it stayed just above my head. Then I saw Archangel Michael’s hands bringing the flame down through my crown, down to my heart centre. Once the flame was there it flared up and expanded and blew away boundaries and pushed my shields out to surround and envelope this area and especially the deer who have come to depend on us. The white light brilliantly surrounded the blue and the highly polished mirror surface beyond that would let nothing get through that wasn’t divine.

— The Angels picked me up and flew me above the stairs and brought me in through the window up there. Evelyn looked surprised that I would come in that way. I was thinking that someone would show me a door, but no, they flew me up higher, and I thought I was the one who gave Evelyn wings to fly with us, though she flew below me, I don’t know why. 

— We flew up to Metatron’s Hall up there. It was dark. It was night. I didn’t think it could get that dark that close to the Eternal Light. But I looked around and there were several other great halls on various hills above the fog and darkness of night. The angels or archangels or both told me that we should wait there for the most spectacular dawn I could imagine. I turned and saw a figure who was cloaked in light and mist, like he’d turned on the mist to tone down his light so it wouldn’t interfere with our waiting for the dawn. Perhaps the mist was because his energy was so powerful I might not have been able to stand it. This figure had huge wings. Unfurled and very white, they had to be three times his height and this guy was tall, very tall. I thought it might have been Metatron himself, but one of the angels smiled and told me, no, that was my higher self and Evelyn smiled at me with a ‘knowing’ light in her eyes and on her face, thinking, “We’ve been waiting for you to realize this about yourself.”

— In April of 2013, Our friend, Allan Greene, took us on a journey to meet our higher selves and explore pertinent previous lives and get a glimpse of the future. He’s the one who smiled and told me that I was, like he is, a ‘Metatron Angel’ and he explained, “Many people can change other people’s minds, we can change their souls-” I was thinking I could possibly be an apprentice in this group or category of being, but I didn’t know what my qualifications were and whether or not I could live up to the challenge of accepting that responsibility.

— So there I am, sitting in the balcony at the edge of Metatron’s Great Hall at the edge of Eternity, waiting for the Dawn to come and show me the way with Archangels and angels in attendance and Evelyn by my side. 

— I look down and see Cathi sleeping beside my body down there on Earth, while I’m up here in an Eternal Realm,  and wonder what her place in all this might be. I certainly owe her a lot. I couldn’t have gotten this far without her.

— 2:25 pm Christmas Day, 2014 —

~~~~~ Jim

Early in the morning –

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Monday, December 22nd, 2014  -(-3°C / +27°F  quite grey and dark at 7:45 am here in Atlantic Canada )-

Nice Yurt Scene

Interior of a Yurt manufactured in British Columbia

— At least 2 parter:

— 1) I didn’t think I did much with Evelyn before noon yesterday.  

— 2) Dream: I dreamed I started a new job and was getting along well, liked the people I worked with and they liked me. We had something to do with mail or packages. But then my father was there and he told me he didn’t think he could continue to drive me to work and I would have to either quit or find another way to get to work.

— etc.)  Real World: Feeling stuck for where to go, what to include and what not to include in this novel I am going ‘gangbusters’ on, I reached for Evelyn’s consciousness and asked her to help me. I immediately knew I’d made connection and that she was thrilled that I would ask for her help.

Yurt Exterior

Exterior – Might eve be the same Yurt as above.

— Much later: After midnight. -We have an appointment at 1:00 pm today, I was thinking I should get some sleep at a more normal time than usual; trying to connect with my ‘higher Self’, trying to connect with Evelyn, I found Evelyn in her play clothes, couldn’t see her face as clearly as usual. I also found a blond woman at the bottom of the stairs to my higher-Self-land. She had shortish blond hair and a roundish face. She told me she would be my wife, Evelyn’s mother in that next life,and  said, yes, she did appear to me as a redhead the first time I saw Evelyn, said she was busy -like maybe still alive down here in this life and caught up in a bunch of things to do with that- and couldn’t always be there in higher Self land.

— They brought me up the stairs to my now familiar landing, at the masonry or adobe half walls and now brighter windows, and turned me around and led me through a mundane door to a smallish hallway, not the main corridor up there. They turned me toward the window that Evelyn had shown me last time. And Jesus was standing there, radiating light. -totally unexpected- He reminded me that yes, that was Him that came to me in a dream when I was about 5 years old and had offered to lead me out into the woods behind my grandparents’s house near the river in Stratford, and yes He would have shown me some of the things that Evelyn is showing me now. He told me that Evelyn is ’empowered’ to answer any question I have and doesn’t have to check in with any higher authorities, in her state, she is always connected to them anyway. She’s smiling at me now, happy that I realize that. Also, Jesus teleported me, and Evelyn and maybe her mother, out into a very brilliantly lit field with many flowers blooming everywhere, where the only bugs were butterflies. And then He took us beyond -I’m still holding Evelyn’s hand- to a waterfall, again very bright, mostly pastel water splashing warmly on a spot that is perfect to bathe and have all this warm wonderful healing water splash over you and send rivers of healing energy through you. The last thing He did before he left was touch my heart. “You will feel younger, you will feel healthier. We are not going to make you look much younger, that might alert some of the wrong people and cause you more trouble than it might be worth.” I wanted to get down on my knees and Thank Him. He said my heartfelt thanks were more precious than lowering myself in His presence. Reminded me of a saying, ‘The Lord appreciates me when I pray, But He Loves it when I sing and dance in the Joy of his Divine Presence.’

— Back to reality? I was flooded with knowing what I should pop into this chapter and some of the things that need to come in -in the near future. I should not get hyper critical about anything yet, just write it all out and edit it when the story line is all out there. I have a feeling this will take a few more than 300,000 words.

— Yum!

~~~~~ 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