From: Richard.Silk@Juno.Com   
      
   Catching up just a bit:   
   In the middle of the night (Wednesday, 3/20, @ 23:35, shortly after the Vernal   
   Equinox (around 10 PM CDT) Joyce ("JAT") called me on my cell regarding my   
   (late) mother's move to American House (apparently, JAT says she used to work   
   there.  Who knew?  That of course brings up the question, why is she not   
   working   
   there now?  They've only been in business a relatively short time under that   
   name!)  I'd also like to say that, while some folk may tell an ex-relationship   
   to "get lost" or "never call me again," I've been "ghosted" like that to some   
   extent in the past, and that is *NOT* how I choose to treat others.  So when   
   dealing with JAT, I simply listen, provide counsel, then hang up.  Sometimes   
   that may take a few minutes, but I feel it's far better than telling someone to   
   "get lost" or "never" contact me in any way, shape or form.  That's just rude.   
   Whatever the individual (or "relationship") does (or not) is that entity's   
   *own*   
   business, per the 10?? Commandment, as recorded in Exodus 20:17, as well as   
   referenced in Luke 6:42, as well as resonant with the teaching of Jesus   
   Himself,   
   as recorded in Matthew 24:4- "Take heed, lest anyone you mislead."   
   Using the Good Shepherd analogy: [Mind your *own* flock.  Let *others* call   
   *their* sheep to *their* cotes (sheep pens.)]   
   See also: Luke 9:60- ..."Let the dead bury their own dead. You, however, go and   
   proclaim the kingdom of God."   
      
   (NOTE:  The text of this post was composed on a relatively modern ACER   
   Chromebook, emailed via hotmail so that I could receive it over here on my Dell   
   Windows XP system, then posted via Outlook Express using copy/paste to transfer   
   the text from the email to this post.  So *if* "the 10th Commandment" looks a   
   bit funny, "the 10?? Commandment," it's because of the transference between the   
   newer system and this older one.  Not only that, but I just *trashed* a 128 GB   
   SD card by trying to "format" it over here on the XP, just to see what would   
   happen-  *Not* good- Now I get to try playing around with *finding* a disk   
   editor to see *if* I can in any way recover the SD card.)   
      
   Well, later Thursday morning (the 21??) I had one of those late morning dreams   
   (around 8 AMish,± an hour?) regarding a child (or possibly a teen, but the age   
   seemed certainly below 18, who gave me an impression of either Landon or   
   Alyssa)   
   who appeared for all intents and purposes to be "normal," until the child   
   straightened out a bit (as his or her legs unfolded, uncrossed, or somehow   
   stood   
   apart, one from the other) and the child's *feet* were observed:  each foot had   
   *multiple* toes:  One had around 11 or so, and other perhaps around 13 or more.   
   At the time of the dream, and shortly upon waking, "I" (the dreamer) was able   
   to   
   *count* the toes precisely.  And yes, it was a precise count.  As the toes were   
   *being* counted, however, it was like looking at 5 toes on a foot was then 6 or   
   7, then more, and they had to be counted specifically in order to determine   
   what   
   the count was on each foot.  There was a "max number" seen, although at this   
   point, those numbers are a tad "evaporated" due to the fact I failed to record   
   this dream immediately upon waking (this is a semi-busy period, with things to   
   do following Mom's passing on 3/14, prior to her memorial on 4/5.)  What I   
   *can*   
   say with relative certainty at this point is that the number of toes on each   
   foot was 11 or higher (the lowest number *may* have been 13) and the highest   
   number was 19 or less.  Both numbers were odd, and the number of toes on each   
   foot was different from the other.  The toes on one of the feet seemed "redder"   
   (or possibly "pinkish") in contrast, while the toes on the other seemed   
   "bluer,"   
   so I'm thinking *maybe* one of those toes belonged to Alyssa, while the toes on   
   the other foot may have represented either Logan or Landon.   
      
   There was a *hint* of another entity at the start of the dream, but that entity   
   was "at a distance," rather than observed closely, and I have no clear   
   recollection of having looked at the entity's toes.   
      
   Later that day, as that dream was "replaying in my mind" a bit, so to speak, it   
   occurred to me it was the *direct* consequence of JAT having called me at 11:35   
   PM late on the night of the 20??.   
      
   As I'm typing this up, it occurs to me that those "toes" *could well be* some   
   indicator of the number of children each child may end up having later in life   
   (likely prior to my passing) or *possibly* the number of their grandchildren,   
   as   
   more than 10 seems a LOT for any single entity to parent.  Sure, it's possible,   
   but it seems a LOT.  The clarity of the dream was "astral" in that it was   
   basically a dark background highlighted by contrasting light (white for the   
   entity or entities, and reddish (or pinkish) for one set of toes, and bluish   
   for   
   the other set.)  An astral dream may simply be the means by which communication   
   is shared between two distinct moments in time, such as the "future NOW"   
   sharing   
   information with the "present (now 'past') NOW".   
      
   As to this morning's dreams, 2024/03/22, Friday, the dreamer was in what   
   appeared to be an *outdoors* type of setting, *similar* to that of a street   
   fair, near a stand located beneath a tree during the daytime (it may have been   
   overcast, but was otherwise relatively "lit") and there was some peculiar   
   object   
   similar to the shape of a dead squirrel (or possibly a rabbit) with a spit   
   (wooden rod) running through it.  The spit allowed the object to be turned, and   
   someone (a female with dark hair, appearing something like a "cross between"   
   Gina and JAT) was explaining it as a type of children's game, where as the   
   object was rotated (like a woodsman or caveman / hunter might turn a rabbit on   
   a   
   spit over a campfire) the children were to make of it what they will, sort of   
   like an imagination-exploration-recreation-type game.   
      
   The dreamer's attention then turned to a table beneath the tree, and began   
   laying out photographs upon the table.  An aspect about the photographs:    
   Rather   
   than simply being images printed on paper, they were more like "scenes" of   
   "memories," as if each photograph were a "living (2-dimensional) view" into a   
   moment of the past, yet with a *tiny* sense of depth (like a hologram, or like   
   those "animated photos" they used in those Harry Potter movies.)   
      
   Some of the photographs were of the *same type* (such as cats, pets, people,   
   etc.) so it occurred to the dreamer to "sort them into stacks" so that all the   
   {cat pics} would be in one pile, all the pictures of Dad would be in another,   
   Mom and Dad in another, etc., but this sorting/gathering only made it to the   
   3??   
      
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