So, lots of stuff has gone down in the last couple of days. Mostly involving hurtling ourselves and all of our belongings across the country in a moving van, through blizzards, torrents of rain and gun crazy countrysides. It was very beautiful and I was very excited to meet some new birds: Golden eagles!!! being most exciting. Also saw a couple groups of very cute deer grazing by the road. Now we are in Portland, which is super beautiful, lush and green.
As far as “Already There“, my brother is less frowny than before, there isn’t a school across the street, but a really cool play park, and the view is awesome.
Last night dream (first night in Portland): I fly like crazy through big buildings. Rather, I fly fast, with big sweeps, like a little bird through many buildings with large open spaces and very high ceilings. After a couple buildings I end up in the Iowa City post office. I try to open my mail box while flying, but I have to come down to get the key in. I grab the mail (just a few pieces), and head out. On the way out I see our old realtor doing voter registration, I smile at him on my way past.
Still flying around, I get the word that I should go meet up with Jamie Jyoti about India. It seems she is one of the people that still remembers the magic. This is odd because we had a hard time clicking in India. I go see her. She is eating mung dahl and some other stuff. She spills it. I help to clean it up. I realize it is my mess too, but that when we are done cleaning we will both forget India.
Two nights ago (at Super 8 in Cheyenne, WY (birthplace of Taco Johns), hadn’t been able to meditate for a couple days): Ma comes up to me and says: “I normally wouldn’t say this, but Guruji stood up in the meditation room and said, ‘I’ve been waiting for Lily for 10 minutes.'” I see the image of Him doing so as She tells me.
Flying through an orangish hotel building (nighttime lighting). I stop to open doors. Just through the doors and up in the air, I realize I am dreaming. I immediately sit down to meditate. I have my old gray sweater from high school on, the one with a little leather trim on the pockets. I don’t want to wear it for meditating. I try to manifest Kevin’s blue cardigan, but it doesn’t work. I decide to go to Nikora to the temple to meditate instead. As soon as I get there I wake up.
I immediately get up, shower and mantrocise–yeah!