Galactic Maya

Glimpses into wider realities and observations during life on planet Earth

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April 06, 1998 Dream:

I am in a wide-open place, like a desert I think. A man is demonstrating a ‘futuristic’ ability to me. He points to objects and I watch as sizzling light beams focus on and envelop them, making them exceedingly shiny new and sparkling.   I especially recall a beautiful purple object all lit up in black space with an awesome gold-like, sparkling aura.  This man, who I now recognize as a traditional Native American medicine man, then holds an object up in front of him as he approaches me with great intensity in his eyes.  He holds this object right up to my eyes until the object is all I see. It is a rattlesnake tail.  I can hear his voice as he explains a process about utilizing positive and negative ions—very thorough on explaining this electrical process of renewal.   As he shakes this rattlesnake tail in front of my eyes, he says something like ‘this worked well because of what is INSIDE the tail’ or the percussion of the tail.   He then holds the rattlesnake tail very close to his ear and shakes it again while intently searching my eyes to make sure I understand this concept. He keeps telling me never to forget this.

Well, I really was sure I wouldn’t forget at the time, but now?   I don’t have a clue what the man was talking about.  Even more puzzling is Where is this Native American stuff coming from?  The closest I have been to the culture was watching Pow-Pows staged at Disneyland when I was a little girl.   But then again, how is it that my very Puritan pilgrim mother was hanging around with a Native American all these months ago?  
I am gathering more questions than answers here.  Agh!

April 08, 1998: A niece is going to remarry next month and it’s not the one who is pregnant.  Main thing is, they both seem happy with their partners and it will be good for them to move back out and get their own family lives going.  Poppy and I really need the space.  (D) is finally getting beyond the heaves and sleepiness that come with the first few months of pregnancy.  I still think Poppy, in spite of what the doctors tell me, will live to see this child born.

April 10, 1998: I tried to nap this afternoon, but mom seems to be coming in close again.  I haven’t really felt her presence for more than a week now.  But today when I closed my eyes to rest, I saw her as vividly as if she were physically standing in front of me.  I sensed her later at the kitchen chair, where she used to sit while Poppy fixed her hair so many times.   Actually, I think she has been following behind me all day.  Ten months ago, I would have totally disbelieved this, but now I accept her presence as naturally as I do anyone else in the house.  This must be wonderful for her because when she was alive, she was so repressed by a violent and cruel childhood that she could not convey her emotions well at all.  Now, she sees so much more and with so much more love and freedom at her disposal.  Go, mom!

April 14, 1998: Aaron unexpectedly came by for a visit yesterday afternoon.  We went to dinner and found ourselves talking until the early morning hours today.  
He talked about the six degrees of separation theory he had recently read about, and how he desired to make wind chimes.  We talked about good times, about mistakes we made.  It struck me that we were never able to have talks like these when we were together, but it was good to see him. 
It also seems that I am not the only one on a path of new understandings.  Before he left, he gave Poppy a hug and then came over to me and whispered, “Your father will be staying until the autumn, so you can relax—he’ll be around a while longer.” 
I shot a stunned look at him and said, “So, Aaron, I thought you weren’t interested in mystical things—just when did you discover your psychic self,  Mr.  I-keep-my-feet-firmly-on-the-ground guy? 
He just smiled and said, “We’ll cross paths again soon.” 
Once again, I watched him drive away and into his new life.

April 16, 1998: Just after I put the potatoes in the oven tonight, I had an impulse to take Poppy’s pulse.  I marched out and stood over him at his chair.  I asked to borrow his wrist a moment.  After I timed his pulse and returned his arm to him, he gave me that impish look of his and said, “Why did you take my pulse?  I want my pulse back!” 
Once the laughter died down, I told him how I had noticed him looking a little ashen earlier and I just wanted to get a control pulse reading to compare to these episodes when the color in him changes. 
“I’m glad you care”, he said. 
I replied, “Of course I care!” 
He turned his head from me, and I could barely hear that now-familiar whisper of his, “Well, I feel good that you care.”

April 18, 1998: I was awakened in the middle of the night by Poppy’s violent cough.  I laid there in anticipation because I didn’t know whether to go in and help him or wait for a while to see if he could calm himself.  Just then, I “saw” what looked like a brick or rock that just appeared out of nowhere!  It flew right at me and hit me on the forehead, penetrating my inner mind!  I physically felt a spasm rush through my body like an electrical shock.  I immediately knew I needed to get up.  It was rather funny to me later, because it was as though one of my guides (or mom) had gotten frustrated with my hemming over whether to get up or not and just flicked this bolt at me to jar me out of bed. 
By then, Poppy had gone to the living room, holding his side.  I began the Reiki treatment and he was soon asleep in the chair.
(Later): Poppy is out mowing the lawn again!  What a zig-zag experience he is for me!  He had pruned the trees, too.  He was slow and tired, but he was determined to do these things for himself.  I am amazed.  Poppy is living the dying experience!  I love it!

April 19, 1998: I awoke early this morning with a thought to try to mentally scan Poppy again.  Of course, I received his subconscious  permission first.  It seems I located his energy at his head at first.  I sensed a softness there, like a feather pillow (maybe it was the pillow).  Moving down, I generally felt a lack of sensation, neither warm nor cold, but when I moved down to his torso, a sharp pain jabbed my upper right side and I had to stop. 
Generations have been led to believe that we are all just a population of separated individuals whose “self” ends at the  skin.  This is an illusion that needs to be shattered.  The human potential for healing self and others is far greater and far more connected.  At some point soon, a critical psychic mass consciousness will awaken us and break the imagined chains of limitation placed upon us by powerful manipulators such as the churches and political realms have done for centuries.

April 20, 1998: Tammy Wynette and Linda McCartney have passed away just recently.  Both apparently died in their sleep, a blessing.  Paul and Linda McCartney were a couple who seemed to stand together through the years of rock and roll with a deep, abiding love.  Her departure will be a great loss for Paul, and my good thoughts go out to him.  But, death will not separate them.  I’m sure Paul knows that.  They proved that love can survive, even in the entertainment industry.  Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward are another rare example. 
Thank you for your music Tammy, and thank you Linda, for contributing to the cause of many environmental and health issues during your life.

April 21, 1998: I guess even when you have the inspirations I have experienced lately, you still cannot escape the limitations of humanness.  I woke up with a real attitude this morning.  I started right in on badmouthing the TV guests who have been jumping from program to program to keep the focus on Bill and Monica.  Agh!  But I found a cure.  I went out to the yard and pulled weeds, washed off the patio, did some pruning, and generally spent this day communing with nature.

April 23, 1998: At 8:35 this evening, Poppy sat down to eat some spinach when he started to hyperventilate.  Between episodes, he would just continue eating.  This is new.  His breathing was so short and labored; he was struggling to regain composure.  But he did not seem at all panicky with it.  He just seemed to flow with them, if that would be the correct word.  This was a good teaching for me, and gives the term go with the flow a completely new meaning.  I kept my hands on his heart during the last episode.  Now he is resting peacefully on the couch.
Just a while before this all began, we heard Bandit mewing and moaning so close to us, we were looking under all the furniture to see if he was trapped somewhere.   Then, I looked out the kitchen window to see him sitting quietly at the end of the driveway and near the street!  How did he DO that?  Is he now practicing distance healing?  Ha!

April 25, 1998: Last evening, Poppy began spilling out all sorts of forgotten memories, mainly associated with mom and with his parents and spanning the early years (1949-55).  Largely, they centered around places he had taken them to see in San Francisco, and he also had sudden and vivid recall involving two women he had had sex with just before meeting mom. 
He would often pause during this flood of memory and say, “Why am I suddenly recalling all of this?”, or “I had forgotten these things completely, and now they are just so vivid!”  Well, I strongly felt mom’s presence sitting on the arm of Poppy’s chair and sharing this with him.  I visioned Nonna as well, chuckling with her hand cupped over her mouth, a little embarrassed at times with her son’s visions.
Finally, he said, “I’m getting tired of coughing.”  He had another rough go at breathing, but he went to bed in a very calm state.  He blew a kiss to me as he headed down the hallway.

April 27, 1998 Dream:

I am cleaning or trimming up a yard around its edges. A woman instructs me to remember to be patient and mow the law starting from the outer edges, working inward. Same with the garden. I see a cemented path giving shape to this yard. I start mowing, slowly moving closer to this path.

Poppys Dream:

You and I are watching a tornado touch down somewhere, and it is coming towards us. I am not fearful, but in awe of this powerful force.

Humm, well, a tornado picks things up and deposits them in new places.  I see that Poppy has moved completely out of those awful fear dreams he was having.

(Later): I found Poppy staring at the floor and asked him what he was thinking about.  “Oh, things, good things like about all the beauty there is in the world, and all the memories.” 
God, I will miss my father.

May 3, 1998 Dream:

Only recall a Greco-Roman figure, dressed in white toga and sandals with an olive branch crown. He is short and stocky. He is telling me, as he points out a structure, how to tear it down and rebuild a much sturdier one.

There was much more, but I vaguely recall being shown documents or floor plans.
(Later): Poppy has been very busy planting all sorts of colorful flowers in the yard.   Now, would he have ever done this had Hospice come in when the doctors thought they should have it?  Not!   We are already two months past the outside time they gave for Poppy’s life and he is out planting geraniums!  I have greatly noticed Poppy’s heightened sensitivity to color.  To him, the colors have been so vibrant and alive.  His awareness of nature is dramatically keen now.  I often glimpse him staring out into the yard through the patio window, trying to absorb every molecule and color of nature to take with him when he goes.
(Later): Poppy just came DANCED all the way from his bedroom into the living room as though he had a waltzing partner!  He probably did—mom.  They must have been recreating that ballroom dance he told me about.   He stopped and said, “I just feel sooooo good.” 
Do they bottle this stuff?  Where can I get some? He, he.

May 9, 1998: Bandit has developed this odd thing for climbing into the fireplace and lying down on the ashes.  I have to coax him to come out.  What’s up with that?

May 13, 1998: I called Poppy at work today to tell him the Jackie Kennedy doll had just arrived, but Saung (a co-worker) said he had already left, so we talked a bit.  She told me that she observed something different with him over the last few days.  Until then, she said, he talked very positively about seeing the millenium, but this week he had told her things like “Well, my Will is all made out and I am just taking it moment-by-moment; when it happens, it happens.” 
We had had a great family reunion of members from all over the country, coming in for my niece’s wedding last week, and I knew then that Poppy would start to find closure when it was over. 
Now, he is only interested in buying collector dolls and living in happy memories.

May 15, 1998: Just as I was about to get out of my chair this morning, Poppy saw my purse near my feet and told me to move it. 
“I don’t want you to fall!” he exclaimed. 
I don’t know what got in to me, but I spontaneously broke into song and dance with a Sinatra song:  “…and if I fall flat on my face, I pick myself up and get back to the race…That’s life…”. Then, just as spontaneously, I reached across for Poppy’s hand and said “Dad, I am happy—I want for nothing. 
He smiled knowingly and replied, “I feel like that, too—I do.”

(Later): We just heard that Frank Sinatra died today.  Thank you for all the memorable songs, and you certainly DID do it your way, huh?  Sagittarian that you were.  We were just discussing you a few hours ago.  How does that happen, Frank?

 May 16, 1998: Linda called yesterday to see if I could manage their store in Auburn next week.  But I had to decline this time.    Dr. Tran did not anticipate that Poppy would ever live to this point in time; he is hanging in there for a special reason only he could know.  But for every day he is still with me, I am more enriched.  We will be well connected when he crosses over. 
Right at this moment, I feel contentment with my life and the direction it is taking for the first time that I can recall. My faith tells me that all will be well when all is said and done.  Even though I do not even know where my son has gone, I know in my heart that he is starting on the road to healing in some way.  That road is just positioned a little ahead of him yet in the psychic unconsciousness, but it will appear.  However fleeting my sense of calm waters may be, I am so grateful for it.

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  1. […] Dream of 04/06/1998: I am in a wide-open place, like a desert I think. A man is demonstrating a ‘futuristic’ ability to me. He points to objects and I watch as sizzling light beams focus on and envelop them, making them exceedingly shiny new and sparkling.   I especially recall a beautiful purple object all lit up in black space with an awesome gold-like, sparkling aura.  This man, who I recognize as a traditional Native American medicine man, then holds an object up in front of him as he approaches me with great intensity in his eyes.  He holds this object right up to my eyes until the object is all I see. It is a rattlesnake tail.  I can hear his voice as he explains a process about utilizing positive and negative ions—very thorough on explaining this electrical process of “renewal”.   As he shakes this rattlesnake tail in front of my eyes, he says something like, ‘this worked well because of what is INSIDE the tail’ or the percussion of the tail.   He then holds the rattlesnake tail very close to his ear and shakes it again while intently searching my eyes to make sure I understand this concept. He keeps telling me never to forget this. […]

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