Dream: Shadow-Self Embracing with Jesus (Part 3: The Red-Power Tricycle)

Retro

Here is part 3 of last night’s dream. Catch up with part 1 and part 2

I ran  down the old Roman street so fast that my body began lifting off the road, and again I was flying. When I let go of the loss I felt for my life there and my husband I was sucked back into the light portal. I felt the colors cleansing me of pain left behind from Rome. I didn’t see the pain as details, but I felt it lifting. Pressure lifted from my head and limbs. I felt a sensation like being sucked through a vacuum.

And I was dropped into what looked like a shower, with blood all over the white curtains. It was my blood. I sat on the floor staring at my blood, knowing that my life was dripping from me — and flashes of people and experiences raced through my mind. My nephew came into the room to clean up some of the blood and report back to the killers, “no, she’s just faking it. she’s not really hurt.” They sent him in to clean up the mess of the stabbing — telling him that I must’ve slipped and fallen. He didn’t notice the hole in my chest. My husband appeared for a moment and he seemed to be arguing about the unfairness of how they were treating the dying me. He wanted blankets and warm water for me. I was shivering.

I had visions of ex-best-friends, ex-boyfriends and their mothers, family members and in-laws. I was drowsy. An old friend would appear in front of me, and I would ask for help only to realize they never really wanted to be my friend in the first place. An ex boyfriend’s mother appeared to help warm me up, as I was getting so cold. And, she made a remark about how happy she was that her son did not wind up with me. In an attempt to find some peace of mind before my last breath, I telepathically contacted my first-ever best friend. She told me that she had far better friends than me, and named them one by one.

I began to mentally understand the point that I was really dying and had been killed by a family member who just couldn’t accept my power anymore. I had many supernatural powers. So, I allowed my mind to take me someplace fun.

I found a red tricycle near the house of my first-ever best friend. I got on it and rode it like the wind. Yes, I had an adult body, but it was my child body that was riding the tricycle. I rode and rode laughing happily as passersby gawked at my old-fashioned Roman clothes. Some saw me as a non-sensical child, some saw me as a witch, some saw me as deranged. Two men who spent some extra time ridiculing me obviously saw me as all of these things and also very threatening. They whispered that I was very educated and powerful but that I didn’t know it. They had convinced the neighborhood that I was insane, and my little act of tricycle-riding would completely support that notion. So they laughed, and felt very accomplished.

I just kept riding, reading the minds and the intentions of everyone around me. I felt a deep scar from all of the times I tried to make these people my friends. I still didn’t understand the reasons behind their crimes toward me and a lot of me still wanted to look for those reasons. I was deeply emotionally wounded, and with each push of the pedal, I forced out the laughter that was underneath and it felt exhilarating.

Then there was Jesus. He told me with his mind that he was with me all along. “Keep riding,” he said.  I rode and rode in spiral circles of light, feeling my heart warm up with his embrace.

And, I awoke.


365 Books to Bliss: Book 1 — “Psychic” By, Sylvia Browne

Don’t ask me why I picked up this book in the “first” place — other than the fact that it must’ve been divinely placed in my hands. It wasn’t the book I was looking for “Psychic Children,” and after reading 2 Sylvia Browne books in the previous week — I was a teeny bit bored of her.

I’m a writer. And, I can get cranky  and arrogant about all the zillion mediocre books that get published without  so much as a spell-checker. I so wrongfully assumed that this book was going to be one of those… yet I THANKFULLY picked it up anyway.

I’m obsessed with Mary Magdaline and Jesus. Have been ever since I was a kid. So, 2 weeks ago, when I was  bouncing down the library steps with my son, the hardcover copy of Sylvia Browne’s “2 Mary’s” fell into my  recycled grocery  bag.  I gobbled it down in 10 hours and found it a bit disappointing. She kept repeating the same concepts  and left me wanting to know more. So,  then I ate up “The Mystical Life of Jesus,” by Sylvia Browne, and began developing a soft spot for this famous psychic.

The JC book was much better in that there was more info to reveal. I felt the book about the two Mary’s didn’t contain enough info to call it a book.    If you wanted, I could summarize it in one sentence. But, I won’t. Because ,by now I am deeply in love with Sylvia Browne… almost more than I’ve ever been with any other psychic. And, “The Mystical Life of Jesus is so worth reading IF you are intrigued and new to the subject. It’s so easy to read, and so full of love and respect.  She shares new information about Christ that is likely to help anyone develop a stronger relationship with themselves and God. This is not a book  touting Christianity  or any other religion, and it takes Christianity far beyond the constraints of the Bible. In fact it totally shakes the Christian paradigm.

“Psychic”  By, Sylvia Browne

I’ m psychic. Have been for many lifetimes. Only now, finally — Ive figured out that it’s not a sin, or too weird. In fact.. I actually am fairly normal. But, when this book landed in my hand, it was because I first thought it was another of her book’s “Psychic Children.” I was hoping on some advice to help nourish my son’s abilities.

What I got instead was laugh after laugh as Sylvia describes her metamorphosis into a fully developed psychic. Everything happens so organically for her. Like how she has no idea that past lives exist, until she unintentionally regresses someone to ancient Egypt during a hypnosis.

Being psychic doesn’t mean that you know everything. We are just given messages sometimes, and it is for us to experience the life around the messages. I could so relate to her story. Sometimes I feel naive because terms like “astral travel” are fairly new to  me — but I’ve known how to do it my whole life.

The book wasn’t written as a “how to, ” but I found myself taking notes.

She teaches the difference between ghosts and spirits and what to do if you encounter either. She dispels myths about the Other Side, fairies, doppelgangers, angels and so much more.

Because this is a memoir, we come to understand that Sylvia is a person first devoted to logic and research.

I think that we all should be pretty skeptical of paranormal stuff if we have no proof. I am. There are lots of scams out there. Because I am psychic, I really benefited from the advice of the veteran — even though she didn’t write it as advice.

Read it if you are a young psychic. Read it if you would love to know more about exercising your psychic abilities. Read it for lots of laughs and a really great story about how one woman found BLISS by becoming her truest self.

Namaste,

Gina

note: I’m not selling this book.  I linked it to the Amazon page where I got the image

I’ reading 365 Books this year. Brace yourself.