Hello Long Lost Friends…

This year was one of the nuttiest in a long time. I moved across country, had several major physical problems to deal with – which are still being resolved. And the list goes on. Most importantly I really couldn’t focus on anything but the pile of crap that was dumped on me and my families lap.

Now that things are settling a bit I would like to share what has become my current (or more accurately reoccurring) obsession. I’ll let the information come out as it feels comfortable. The people that know me well, know that I’m not really just psychic, paranormal events and strange things revolve around me. This being said. Right before my going off line I saw the (ghost) of my father crying on my sofa. He wouldn’t tell me why he was upset. I soon found out. A lot of poop was about to come my way and hit other members of my family who he named but again wouldn’t tell me what exactly was going to happen.

I had a series of very disturbing dreams around Christmas of last year. 1) Missiles were going to hit LA. 2) I was running from a bunch of tornados and trying to get people to safety. In spring I had a vivid dream I was living somewhere else and looked down at my iPhone and saw a Quake feed (it is an app I had already downloaded) that read: 9.3 Southern California. In the dream I was in shock. I really thought it must have been wrong. In real life I met a woman 2 weeks later who knew someone that worked for the USGS. She had been told scientists believed that the next earthquake in Southern CA would be greater than a 9.2. According to her they were keeping it a secret since there was nothing to be done about it. Sort of the same thing I felt I was doing because if you can’t stop something isn’t it better to just enjoy your life and then deal with things as they come?

I don’t like to freak people out especially about things that are beyond our control. If there isn’t anything we can do collectively I prefer to keep scary predictions to myself which was the primary reason I went dark.

But here goes: the worst thing I have ever been given.  It was the worst  nightmare – so lucid and clearly a grave psychic warning. Humanity is on the brink of extinction. If we allow this to happen (and in the dream there was little we could do about it which made the dream even more bleak) the souls of human beings will be stuck in the Bardo. That was the exact word used in the dream. I didn’t even know what the Bardo was. I had to look it up. From the dream I saw it was a place worse than purgatory where ones worst fears and nightmares haunted them. It was clear in the dream that the vast majority of humanity would be stuck there indefinitely because no new bodies were going to be available for reincarnation – in either a very long time or perhaps ever.

Here’s a brief description from Wikipedia:

The Tibetan word bardo means literally “intermediate state” – also translated as “transitional state” or “in-between state” or “liminal state”. In Sanskrit the concept has the nameantarabhāva. It is a concept which arose soon after the Buddha’s passing, with a number of earlier Buddhist groups accepting the existence of such an intermediate state, while other schools rejected it.

Used loosely, the term “bardo” refers to the state of existence intermediate between two lives on earth. According to Tibetan tradition, after death and before one’s next birth, when one’s consciousness is not connected with a physical body, one experiences a variety of phenomena. These usually follow a particular sequence of degeneration from, just after death, the clearest experiences of reality of which one is spiritually capable, and then proceeding to terrifying hallucinations that arise from the impulses of one’s previous unskillful actions. For the prepared and appropriately trained individuals the bardo offers a state of great opportunity for liberation, since transcendental insight may arise with the direct experience of reality, while for others it can become a place of danger as the karmically created hallucinations can impel one into a less than desirable rebirth.

The term bardo can also be used metaphorically to describe times when our usual way of life becomes suspended, as, for example, during a period of illness or during a meditationretreat. Such times can prove fruitful for spiritual progress because external constraints diminish. However, they can also present challenges because our less skillful impulses may come to the foreground, just as in the sidpa bardo.

Imagine my surprise when I actually read meaning of the word. I took into account and so should you, that it may have been where I was psychologically since I was in a suspended state.

I am going to start another blog that deals with my other obsession. I’ll put a link on the blog to it. I will leave it a mystery for now as it is a touchy subject and I’ve been reticent to reveal in full.

Many blessings to all,

Denise

BTW: I’d love to know what everyone thinks of the enormous amount of comet/meteor experiences. I also want to share a picture of me when I was in my band. It was just a quick polaroid (the old timey kind that you have to pull apart). Besides all the orb like things if you look in the upper left hand side you will see what looks like the ghost of a grey. I NEVER noticed this until finding this picture randomly in a box yesterday while unpacking. I’m wearing a shirt with a cartoon of a grey (a subject I wrote about extensively while in my band in the early to mid-1990s). It’s VERY FREAKY. It confirmed something for me that I will share in a separate blog for those interested in that subject matter.

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Here it is with the contrast boosted so you can see it more clearly.