I researched a lot before I began writing about psychic dreams and found out that I already knew more than most.
Many don’t believe that dreams tell us the future, but I was just a 12-year-old when I discovered the truth. Since then, I’ve often purposely shut out memory of my dreams – the future can seem dark and dangerous. Continue reading
I’d never met this doctor, so I was unprepared for his hurried and noisy entrance into the room where I had been waiting for him. It’s not called “the waiting room” for no reason. I’d been ushered into the room by the nurse who asked me my name, birthday, medications, and then promised, “the doctor will be in shortly.” Continue reading
I’m enervated and enthusiastic as I return home after meeting with some of my writing besties for lunch. Ah, the stories we share!
Smiling, I park in the garage, gather my purse and lunch leftovers, and open the door into my home, ready for a hot cuppa tea.
But then I stop as if an anchor is placed on my ankles. Something is wrong, or at least not right. I feel a subtle shift in the house. Yes, a shift.
Occasionally, I get this sensation; after all, a house is not a static object. It’s full of wood and plaster and beams and then walls and ceilings that absorb all the inhabitants’ moods and pains and joys and … I suppose some may think I’m weird. But living space is alive with energetic cells released by each of us. Continue reading
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