Ghost Hunters International

I watch Ghost Hunters and Ghost Hunters International on television. Chris is an investigator this season. I have such a strong feeling that there is something going on between Chris and Barry that I mentioned it to my beloved. Surprisingly, he agreed. He thought it too. It could be a connection like a good friendship or something much more.

January 27

We are expecting more snow. The forecast is another eight to twelve inches. I am starting to feel dread. You cannot plan to travel this winter without wondering if it will snow. Also, our sidewalks have snow piled waist high. Where will new snow go?

I looked out my bedroom window this morning. I saw a blue bird.

It was another Blue Jay. He was silent when I first saw him, then he began to make his sound. Then he began to act odd. He began to drop down out of sight to the ground where I think that there is too much snow for him to land on. Next, he was back on the branch making his noise but sounding a little desperate. He dropped to the ground three times before I lost sight of him. Three minutes later, I saw him silently crawling over the limbs of the large tree outside our house.

Considering the experiences I have had after seeing him, I am not so glad to see him. I feel dread contemplating his presence. This is why I do not read tarot cards for myself.

I need to imagine all good things for today.

The Bumble Bee

Strange dreams. I went to a luncheon with people I did not recognize. As I left, I was handed a yellow and black bumblebee. We were all told to keep our bees safe.

I stared at it. It seemed to be curled up like it was sleeping. I wondered if it would sting me when it woke up.

I tried to think of what to feed the bee or how to make it happy. I have and love plants but I never have enough flowers to keep a bee fed. Also, does the bee need company? In the dream, I decided that Central Park in New York City was a good place for the bee to thrive and tried to figure out how to get it there.

Central Park is a huge bird watching site. Birds can see and identify it while migrating so it is a major bird pit stop. It is a place for whatever water, food and trees birds need. Knowing this, it occurred to me it might be a place with lots of flowers for my bumble bee. I thought he (or she) might be happy there.

I decided to make the journey to New York City. Then I wondered how long he would stay in my hand while I tried to make the 2-3 hour trip there by car and train.

As I pondered this, I woke up. It is January and 21 degrees outside. My first anxious thought was that my bee will not survive in the cold, then I realized I had been dreaming.

Is this just a random weird dream or something more?

P.S. Some species of bumble bee have been in danger and I read somewhere that certain pesticides are to blame.

Blue Jay III

January 11, 2010

Threatened at work. Not in the least intimidated, I yelled back. (I am not charming). The person then turned, began to move quickly away and yelled back over his shoulder, “Stay out of my way.” I then saw the Blue Jay as another warning about someone seeking power over.

I went to a business meeting. I was asked how much jewelry I had sold in the past year. Left hanging was the question-why I had not sold more? I saw the blue bird as a warning of dabbling in things that I could excel at if I persisted.

Failed Technology or Signs from Beyond?

My intuition said to take pictures. I need to finish taking pictures for the website so I assume I am taking more jewelry photos. I open my camera picture bank and my jewelry photos (not so good, all blurry) are not there. First, a picture of a stone angel appears. I took that photo last February and deleted it soon afterwards. Next, there are pictures of several gravestones that I took in the graveyard as well. Finally, there is a picture of a cup of coffee. There are bubbles floating on top. All of these pictures were deleted a year ago.

My mother and I got a little freaked out. When I did not say anything, my mother asked why. I said I was waiting for my beloved to come home, look at the camera, and give me a logical explanation for random deleted photos appearing.

Enclosed are the following photos.

I talk to angels all the time. I need the sounding board. Also, I ask for help, patience and sometimes the restraint to not strangle some people.

I took these gravestones because they were historical. My beloved was taking pictures looking for ghosts. I have no ideas why these would appear, but I am posting them in case there is a message or sign for someone else.

My mother is Irish, as in born there. Bubbles floating in the middle of a cup (tea, coffee) is a sign of money coming. No American that I know believes me when I tell them. The picture of the floating bubbles seems like a good sign for me to see now.

Randomly appearing, deleted photos seem to form a message that the angels have been listening and things that I need to happen for my business might move soon.

When my beloved came home, he was non-plussed. He flipped over the camera, removed the battery and reinserted it. “Are these your jewelry photos?” There were all my terrible photos. He seemed to imply pictures back, problem solved. He was not too worried about how or why deleted photos had reappeared.

Squirrels II

January 5, 2011

Mary emailed me that the idea of being smarter than a squirrel was stupid. Better to be a crow.

I was not starting a competition of smartest animal. That would slight many highly intelligent creatures, among which would be the crow, the dolphin, the horse and probably the Venus Fly trap. I was just trying to be funny.

It all began as I drove home the other night. A squirrel was dropping onto the top of a hanging bird feeder. One hangs a bird feeder to thwart squirrels. I saw him clinging to the wire above the feeder reaching out one paw.

Also, scientists did conduct a study on squirrels. They set up 14 impossible obstacles to put between a squirrel and food. It took one squirrel only a week to get to the food. The scientists were impressed. I like the research endorsement. I also admire the squirrel's persistence.