Last night at 11:00 p.m. EDT I was in my chair in the living room. I turned off the lights as I prefer to meditate in the dark, less distraction that way. I began to settle in and as I set the intention in my mind of joining Cat's memorial service in Oregon, the light came on in the ceiling fan and proceeded to run all the way up to its full brightness (its has a dimmer built in). I'm used to weird folks, but I must say that just about scared the tar out of me. The timing was impeccable. I settled myself back down and thought, OK, they want the lights on and I left them on. During the hour long meditation, I kept getting glimpses of people, there was a very thin older woman with curly gray hair, and another woman with a heart shaped face and blond hair. I saw part of a tree trunk with a hand resting on it and one glimpse of a incredible blue sky and trees. At midnight I stopped and went to bed. I was exhausted from the long day. I didn't get up this morning until 10:45 a.m.
During the night my husband got up to get a drink of water when he got back into bed. He said it suddenly got very bright in the living room and he went out there and the fan light was on at full brightness again. It was 3:19 a.m. EDT.
The first night we had the fan in. I watching TV after Warren had gone to bed and the ceiling fan light went out. I thought that perhaps the light was on a timer. So I turned it back on and noted the time so I could figure out how long it took to time out. A few minutes later it turned off again, then the light came back on again and the fan started up. This was with no one touching the remote.
Now I know the more pragmatic of you (like my engineer husband) will say that this was either caused by an electrical surge, or someone in the building has a fan set on the same frequency. In my world, I know that spirits can affect electrical fields very easily. Heck, I'm not even sure if its not me affecting the fan. I think it only went on for him last night to mark that particular time as being significant somewhere, without having to wake me up to take note of it. And of course you know that I think its Cat's way of saying hello.
It was an interesting full day. In the morning I had some body work done; specifically cranial sacral work. It consists of subtle manipulation of the bones in the head and face, and the spine. Apparently the flow of the cerebrospinal fluid is like a second pulse in the body that can become restricted and cause problems in the body. This is my very limited understanding of this so bear with me as I learn more about it. Its very relaxing. I noticed that the therapist had a drum next to her chair so I asked her what the drum was for. She said sometimes vibration is called for in a session and the drumming for her was like prayer. She did drum over me on the table at the end of the session from my feet up to my head. Its amazing how much the vibration from the drum can be felt in the energy field and the body. I thought how interesting that that day of all days (Cat's birthday, memorial service, summer solstice) that I get introduced to drumming for the first time.
Immediately after that appointment I had another appointment there with my nutritionist. I probably wouldn't schedule the two together again, because its too much energy work in one day I think. The nutritionist usually does energy work on me too after we talk about other things (like food). Here's where it gets weird again. While she was doing energy work on me, I suddenly realized that there was someone else in my body with me. I was fully conscious but there was the sensation of a physical presence with me, an older man with a full, white beard. As soon as I articulated that to Catherine I felt this swooning sensation like the energy was leaving through the top of my head. I told her I thought I'd reached a saturation point for the day so we ended there.
The only "normal" part of my day happened after that. I went to where I used to work to attend the retirement party for a woman I used to work with. That was fun and I got to catch up with a lot of friends. The dinner was good too. Steamship round of beef, yummy!
I think I've captured most of the events of yesterday. Accept what you can of my experience and let the rest go. I write these things as much for myself as for you dear readers. I wish to remember everything.
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