Dreams, books, pastlives...

I had a dream about Stevie last night and even though I told myself to remember it over and over it is fading away now.

We were in a hospital, she was sleeping without her bi-pap, it made me afraid. There was a nurse there who looked like Julie Andrews and had hair like the flower Hallmark uses on their envelopes.
I was telling her about Stevie but she acted like she knew everything I had to say before I could say it. In the dream Stevie was talking to me. I told the nurse that Stevie did not have a voice but I could hear her.

I can't remember what Stevie said...

I wanted to take her home.

Pink Sky has been creeping along. Iva will make the final edits for the cover then off to the publisher this time it is really going to the publisher. This process has been an exercise in patients that I did not know I had.

I hope that where ever Stevie is she is OK with how the book turned out.

I am staying busy making art and avoiding housework.

I had a past-life regression two weeks ago that was interesting. I went to a certified therapist in Gilroy that does a lot of past life work. Her office is in a renovated barn on a beautiful farm. It was very peaceful, she was a very gentle woman who it was easy to connect with.

She had a soft couch and big knit blankets to cuddle up in and get warm. We spoke for a bit before she attached a tiny microphone to my shirt to record the session.

She starts of helping you relax all the parts of your body one at a time. When you are nice and relaxed she takes you on a guided visualization, very pretty, so nice. Then before you know it you are looking down at your feet. My feet were dark brown with stubby toes.

I was on a beach with my brothers we were suppose to be working, gathering palm fronds and wood to stack under a big tree. Instead of working we were goofing off, playing and avoiding any responsibility.

Then I was in my village, My house was one of many all built very close to each other. The houses sat on top of a wooden platform. The platforms were strong and worn soft but the houses were not well made . We didn't "Live" in our houses they were just a place to store things and sleep in when it rained. On most nights we slept out on the platforms.

There was a central fire where all the cooking was done, the families in this group cooked and ate together. I could see people gathered around talking while children ran wild all over, there were so many children.

I got along best with my oldest brother and I was most close to my mother. My father had many children with different women but my mother had me, my four brothers and my sister. I remembered with great pain and sadness that my sister had died as a young girl. We looked a lot alike long black hair, slanting eyes, a small but wide nose. Our skin was dark and we wore little clothing and we had bare feet.

I don't remember how my sister died but I do remember the day they wrapped and burned her body.

In this life my sister is Aly.

My mother was a large woman, not obese but chubby and soft. She had a smiling face and everyone liked her. She was very knowledgeable and people often came to us to help with illness, childbirth and advice. I was my mothers shadow. I loved my mother so much.

In this life my mother is Stevie.

I remember a time when my father left the village. He went away with some men and never came back. I was not saddened, and my mother did not seem affected by his leaving. We were one big family in this village we all worked together and took care of each other.

I know that I never had a mate or children. I chose instead to stay with my mother and to help the people of the village. It could be a noisy and busy place but there was always a sense of calm and caring. There was an order and a time for everything and it moved very slowly and naturally.

I remembered the day my mother died. We slept together and I woke to find her gone. She was quite old and she looked so peaceful, I knew it was her time.

My sisters death devastated me, I was much younger and did not understand the cycle of life and death, and I missed her so much. My mothers death was natural, I missed her but I understood.

I was regressed to the last day of my life. I was much older but not an old woman by today's standards. The day I died was an ordinary day but I felt at peace, something was different but it was inside me.

Later I lay sleeping inside my little house dreaming. In my dream I could not breath and my chest began to burn. I was finally able to take a nice deep breath of cool air and woke up. I stood up and looked down to see my body still laying asleep. I walked away very quietly not wanting to wake anyone.

I walked a long time down the beach away from my people. After a bit the beach and sky changed color, bright and warm but comforting. The colors were unusual and I knew I had found a different place. I did not have a name for it but I knew I was some where else.

I was not alone, I could feel others there I just could not see them.

The therapist took me other places that were not past lives but conversations with my guides.

I will save that for another day.