Walked up to the living room window, looked at the clouds, and started to say, “Wow, that’s some nasty looking sh-,” when a close lightning bolt threw me back across the room. Lesson learned: Don’t curse at Mother Nature’s designs.
It’s been a rough two weeks in the animal kingdom.
“Being rich isn’t a privilege. Being rich is a right. If you create massive value for others, you have the right to be as rich as you want.”
~ Steve Siebold, How Rich People Think
For anyone interested in the radioactive iodine treatment instructions I received from the hospital back in 2014 (for the post-surgical treatment of thyroid cancer), here you go. I appreciate that the last four words are, “if you should die.”
Wow, this radiation is good stuff. I just woke from a very long dream sequence where I was in three and then four dimensions, all at one time. It was similar to what happened to Picard in the last episode of STNG. In my case I was trying to help the people in the third dimension, who I originally thought may have had an earthquake, but as I later found out, they were in some sort of battle or war. As Spock would say, fascinating.
When my dad was my current age (and I was 20), I didn’t know it, but that would be the last time I’d see him until after lung cancer had ravaged his body. If I could have said, “Please quit trying to control my life, let me make my own mistakes, and I’ll let you know if I need any help” — and he would have agreed to that — we might have found a way to see each other again.
So, my recommendation is that if you have a dad, no matter how well you’re getting along, give him a hug. ;)
Well there’s a light in your eye that keeps shining
Like a star that can’t wait for the night
I hate to think I’ve been blinded, baby
Why can’t I see you tonight?
And the warmth of your smile starts a-burnin’
And the thrill of your touch gives me fright
And I’m shaking so much, really yearning
Why don’t you show up, make it all right?
A favorite quote from an all-time favorite movie, Peaceful Warrior.
I’m laying in bed in my apartment, and there’s a knock at the front door. It’s dark, so as I walk to the front door to see who’s there, I see white light coming in from all sides around the door. “Must be one heck of a light out there,” I think. I open the door, and my wife (who I’m separated from) is standing there, and this white glow is all around her.
I don’t even get a chance to think or say hello, and she says, “You died in a hotel in 1984. Everything since then has been a dream.”
With this, I instantly wake up in my bed. My body is shaking like crazy, but I jump up, look back and think, “I am NOT getting back into that bed tonight.”
As I walk around the apartment debating about whether I should try to sleep on the floor or just go into work at four o’clock in the morning, I remember ... I did spend a lot of time in a hotel in 1984.
A year or two ago I did some regression work, focusing on my childbirth. The overwhelming feeling I remembered was of a distinct separation from a female entity. For some reason I jumped to wondering, “Wow, did I have a twin sister that nobody told me about? Maybe she died during the birth process and nobody ever said anything.”
I hadn’t thought about this for a long time, and then this morning when I was wandering around the thought came to me, “You know, there was another female there that day ...”