Vision

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I Saw You Watching Me

Published March 5, 2018 by tindertender

sleep watcherI woke, and upon opening my eyes I briefly saw you sitting there, watching me. Your  brunette hair a quickly fading memory.

She had asked why I chose you, and I stated that you were different than you were before. You were willing to get personal, involved in others lives now, as though you genuinely cared for them and what they were going through. She seemed perplexed by it all and was surprised when I told her that I had known you before.

All in all, what seemed to be a closeness was only superficial … still. Even though I gave of myself and it appeared as though you accepted, the connection was not solid, more like a fragmented dream ~ of course, it was.

I wipe the cookie crumbs from the desk, last nights midnight snack. Relieved, I rest in knowing today is a week day, and I get to go to work. Tasks await to take my mind off all of this.

Lifes Lil PleasuresI ponder the day when retirement comes and wonder what I will fill my days with. I must develop hobbies, and so I practice in my spare time to get good at some things, ie: soil tending for proper growth of herbs, making of medicines and balms, lotions and salves, deodorants and tooth pastes. What else? Perhaps painting, and writing, drawing and tiling. Tiling … now that could be fun, creating mosaics of beauty wherever I can.

For now though, I’ll settle for a shower, a taking out of the trash, a packing of lunch, and a job to do. Today is payday. I will be able to pay these bills for one more month, buy medicines which I have not yet learned to replace, and food for the pups along with their toys of course … little surprises that bring such happiness as I watch them run back and forth squeaking their joy into the house.

Briefly I allow my mind to touch on the memory of the watcher, the one who sees me while I sleep. Who is he?

Nuclear Fusion, Image In Mind

Published February 10, 2018 by tindertender

I parked the car, pulled the e-brake and got out, locking the doors. I strolled across the street and entered through the gate. The grass was wet, and the air was cold, the sun was just peaking through the clouds.

As I walked along I saw what appeared to be school papers strewn across the grass, I bent to pick them up and I threw them in the trash can.

I stopped at the end of the path in the open space, where the sun was shining, it was warm. I closed my eyes and turned up my senses.

The birds were speaking, at least three different types, one to the right, one to the left and one just ahead of me. The air was chilly and it stung my lungs as I breathed it in. I stood there, basking in the moment, and behind my eyelids came a vision.

Cold Fusion.jpg

This is the image I saw, or something quite similar. It took time to find the right shape for this blog … the image I saw had lighting which was more violet. I assumed it was a sacred geometric pattern, however I find that this symbol represent Cold Fusion.

Here is another image which is Nuclear Fusion.

nuclear-fusion

Interestingly enough, The Sun is a main-sequence star, and thus generates its energy by nuclear fusion of hydrogen nuclei into helium. In its core, the Sun fuses 620 million metric tons of hydrogen each second.

The SunIsn’t it intriguing that I would be standing in the sun with eyes closed, listening to the life around me, feeling the coolness of it, and the warmth at the same time, while this symbol enters my inner sight?

Fascinating indeed …

Lucid Messages & Vision

Published January 4, 2018 by tindertender

“Upon opening eyes at birth, a story is told of how things are. It is an illusion only. Change the dream.”

Golden Mirror“Bob and weave, bob and weave. Let someone else put in some big hits. Practice, watch. Then when they come for your weak spots, let them really have it. Strategize … no matter the battle.”

There is a golden wall before us. That golden wall is a mirror of sorts, but rather than showing us our own reflection, it shows the one who sees us. He stands there dressed in a robe, the hood is upon his head, and he is watching.

Fractal

Published November 28, 2017 by tindertender

Deer in blankets of snow, appearing cold, however warmth emanates from the scene. Fragments of pink and gray and brown lay heaped upon each other.

Level ground, or level anything, isn’t possible now. Only a swift learning of skill to jump from one height to another.

Fractal.jpg

Colored pencils sharpened and ready, sand near by to catch what falls. Bricks stacked one on the other, red, like an old barn, holding heat, holding memories.

Dry hands reach for sweet grasses pulling fluff from their tops. Years go by without thought, now, concern. Tensions from a high strung four legged one causes fights. Naughty … not nice.

Beckoning open door, slider on tracks full of leaves, bugs, spiders and dead bees. Damp ground, union with night, meshing with wings of the flying ones of shadow.

Tiles and boards, patterns and forms. Red lights in varying sizes. Ears peeled for the slightest sound, something lurking there.

Wind blows.
All fades away.
Sleep now.

Liberation

Published November 17, 2017 by tindertender

Paul Stanley, KISSSitting at my work station I see a face with a black star covering their right eye in my mind. The person looked familiar, I knew he was from a rock band from my youth.

Following this vision came the word “Liberation”.

Here I sit in my lounge chair at home, now on my time and I begin my search. I find Paul Stanley, a member of the band named KISS. This is exactly the face I had vision of.

Stanley Bert Eisen, known professionally by his stage name Paul Stanley, is an American musician, singer, songwriter and painter best known for being the rhythm guitarist and singer of the rock band Kiss

Why this man came into mind after more that 4 decades is a mystery to me. I am fascinated and curious as I listen to some of the old songs.

I wish you well Paul Stanley, thank you for your dedication to music over the years.

Living To Learn

Published November 1, 2017 by tindertender

Many of us are always asking the questions,
“What do we do now?”
“How do we make change in the world?”
“Where do we start?”

Inspirational speaker, Tim Minchin, has some very good advice on how to begin. “Be a teacher. Rejoice in what you learn, and spray it.”

Making a difference in the world is not as difficult as some believe it to be. When we make a difference in our own lives, in the way we live it, the effects are felt by all of those we have contact with. THAT is where change happens, by living a positive, honest life with a genuine heart felt effort to improve not only our life, but the lives around us.

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