Sunday, April 08, 2007

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Dancing With Keanii, the Burmese Mountain Puppy

I'm not writing about the gorgeous parrot but instead about the return of my second sight. A couple of years ago, I stopped being able to sense and "see" the spirits around other people. Recently, I joined an on-line discussion group talking with a number of psychic women. I was encouraged to have faith in my ability and it would return. I started meditating before I went to sleep every night. (It's the only time I remember to do it regularly.)
Yesterday, a woman stopped by to take a piece of furniture I was giving away. We sat and talked for a long time. At one point, I began to sense spirits around her. I was thrilled! I'm still thrilled! She wasn't tremendously interested except she wanted to know that her old boyfriend who'd died was there. I couldn't see a spirit of his description, but I did see a guy, an old woman, and another woman with a scarf on her head. It seemed the guy might have been her father, the older woman her grandmother, and she didn't know the woman in the scarf. I thought the second woman might have been her guardian angel or someone like that. She didn't look like a regular person.
This morning, I saw Harry's uncle and grandmother--smiling!--behind him. Then when my cousins visited later today, I saw my uncle and aunt behind my cousin. Absolutely his dad for sure. I didn't say anything though because I get upset when people are incredulous and I'm not a psychic. I can't see them well--at least not yet--and I can't get their names or too much information. At the same time, it's just a fun thing for me. I love seeing them.
Yesterday, in my dreams, I saw Sammy Dog. It was one of those vivid dreams. I'm thinking he crossed the "Rainbow Bridge", but I can't find out. I loved that dog and if Harry hadn't hated him and all the damage he did, I'd have him still. Or would have had. I'm doing the noon care for the dogs next door while my neighbors are on a week's vacation. I love playing with the giant puppy. I didn't like the dogs fighting over me, but it's hard not to favor him. He's about St. Bernard size at ten months.




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