Hello to you. Hope this finds you well in mind, body and spirit. We are doing pretty well. I didn’t have a very restful sleep last night, lots of tossing and turning. Doesn’t help the mosquitos have been using me as a pin cushion again lol!
I did dream though and it was quite involved. The only part I took to the waking world was this. There was a woman walked into a barn and there was a black cloud or shadow entity in there. It moved towards her making that scary chattering weird “voice” sound and startled me awake. It was refreshing that for a change this sort of thing wasn’t “after me” directly but I was fearful for the woman! I hope there was nothing to it. I’ve been attacked by a such a shadow before when we lived in Delaware and it was terrifying. The next day after it happened they pulled a body out of a neighbors yard from across the street. We were very freaked out about that!
(The chimney shadow looks a bit like what I saw in my dream only it was more like a cloud of jet black curling smoke that was intelligent)
(The reason I do the dividing by 2 is the splitting between our light and shadow self – this is usually required for words that require analysis, examination and the infusion of perception both biological and spiritual).
19 8 1 4 15 23
S H A D O W = 70/7 divided by 2 = 3.5 = 8/4/2/1 – deciding if a shadow is a positive or a negative thing involves perception of both our eyes and both sides of ourselves
15 21 9 10 1
O U I J A = 56/11/2/1
16 1 18 1 14 15 18 13 1 12
P A R A N O R M A L = 109/10/1
4 18 5 1 13
D R E A M = 41/5 divided by 2 = 2.5 = 7 divided by 2 = 3.5 = 8/4/2/1 – dreams almost always are up for analysis, perception and examination.
19 20 18 5 19 19 5 4
S T R E S S E D (DESSERTS) = 109/10/1 (I’m tickled a bit here, you have to admit being stressed and eating some desserts fringes on a paranormal experience!)
This poem by my Mom is an example of a positive perception of a shadow.
By (My Mom, Jeannie Faith Becker this poem won her first place in the first Borah High School poetry contest in Boise Idaho, she was in her Senior Year)
Through the field of clover fair
Moved a shadow, swept by air
It sank upon the earth so warm –
All nature loved this slender form.
Of clover plucked from this fair land
It wove a wreath, its hair to band.
The shadow raised its head to see
Blue flashing birds fly from a tree.
It felt a surge of love for this
Fresh air, soft sky, it was bliss.
The shadow did a dance so gay,
It swirled, it swayed, then died away……
The mind and soul of the young girl
Who sat amongst the class turmoil
Returned to her with sighs of woe.
“It’s stuffy here,” she murmured low.
She frowned, then smiled, without delay,
“At least my mind can soar away
Oh! I have found the magic key –
Imagination sets you free!”