My Intention Experiment Page

Lately, my dreams have been loaded with messages, just a ton of information being thrown at me, often openly -- that is, not buried in symbolism and in need of interpretation -- and the frequency (and urgency) of these dreams is growing. Or maybe I'm just becoming more aware? Maybe I've always dreamed like this, it's just I've not always noticed or realized?

Although many of the messages are anxiously delivered, I feel no sense of dread or doom. Somehow I know that even if we don't "get it" all… Continue

Turning in early tonight (Saturday night) because bright and early in the morning (5 a.m. to be exact!) Missy and I take off for Lansing, Michigan, where she will compete in the Great Lakes Feis (Irish Dance competition).

She’ll be dancing five dances — reel, slip jig, treble jig, hornpipe and treble reel — on stage 3. Her competitor number is 1425. We’ll be home late Sunday night and I’ll post results as soon as we’re home. This Feis gives out full results before you leave, so even if your kid… Continue

Four of the last five nights (when I started this entry it was 4 of 5. Now it is 5 of 6!) -- the last three (4) in a row -- I have had dreams which included snowglobes. And a couple of white rabbits and a bunch of timepieces. LOL ... Here goes:

Wednesday night/Thursday morning August 5/6: I was searching for an item, along with Missy and some man who I knew in the dream, but who was unknown to me prior to that. I do not know his name as of yet, don't know if I will learn it as time progr… Continue

I just went and retrieved a dream journal because I wanted to check on something. When I was trying to find the correct one, (I have multiples so I always have one at hand) I noticed a note on a fresh page in the one on my nightstand:

"Post This: There are many who guide but only one is yours."

Oookay ... odd, but I'll post it.

Then I looked in the journal on my bed. A note.

"Post This: The road is long but the journey is worth the effort."

Ooookay ...

In my bathroom journal, a note, but n… Continue

So we were back on the path, walking in silence but for the endlessly looping "time in a bottle" song. When we got back to the main path, we all turned right, which headed toward the beach, instead of left which would head us back toward the branches leading to our respective homes.

Again, not a word was spoken, but as we walked our ranks began growing. We had left our time devices back at the Church of Knowledge and yet we all had them again! Each new person that joined us had something of the… Continue