The Golden Compass.
Not since The Prestige opened have I wanted to see a movie so badly. The fact the catholic board of education wants the book banned is already enough of a reason for me. The Serafina incident adds even more mystery.
As I mentioned in an earlier blog, Sara is a name that appears repeatedly in dreams and waking life. She was first introduced to Purpleaura through her daughter, TabithaToo, in August of 2005 (TabithaToo would have been not quite 3-years-old). She came to Purpleaura with her latest find, a tiny cross, which was a long-forgotten gift to Purpleaura from her mother. When Purpleaura inquired about it, TabithaToo said “Sara”. Purpleaura explained to her it was called a cross, but TabithaToo was adamant that whatever this thing was called, it represented somebody named Sara. Sara was her friend and she liked her very much. She asked her mum to come to her room to show her where Sara was. Turns out she appears outside the window, just like Angel Michael, (as TabithaToo calls him), another friend who visits on a regular basis. Apparently he likes cookies.
A few days later Purpleaura was talking on the phone with her mum, having not yet gotten to the Sara/cross incident, when suddenly a plate containing two sausages flew out of her mum’s fridge completely of its own accord. When it landed, the jostled sausages had formed the shape of a cross.
A few days after that:
"TabithaToo’s having a freaky night, she’s been going nuts about Sara. She was pointing outside the window saying “Sara is there” then she said she was gone. I asked her where Sara went and she said she’s gone up to the sky. So she calls her and said “Sara is here”, then proceeds to an area near the window and appeared to be playing a game with an invisible friend. Out of nowhere she blows a raspberry and said, “That’s my mummy, not yours”, then runs to me and says “My mum!” Then she said “Sara is bad”. I told her that was naughty and she immediately got up again, ran to the window and blew another raspberry. They went on to play another game TabithaToo refers to as push car, with Sara in the car. I asked her if Sara was her friend and she said “Yes, she’s my friend and she kisses and hugs me”.
TabithaToo was insistent we take a picture, she pointed the way and I managed to get in one shot before the camera ran out of juice (rechargeable so popping in a couple of fresh double A’s was not an option). Sure enough there’s a big old orb in the exact spot TabithaToo pointed out".
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I first mentioned Brother Kevin in the Lorraine Revisited blog (April 16, 2007). To recap, after the passing of Purpleaura’s sister Lorraine last February, TabithaToo told her mum not to worry, Big Brother Kevin is a doctor and Lorraine is better now. TabithaToo doesn’t know about the child Purpleaura’s mother miscarried prior to Purpleaura’s birth who would have been named Kevin. She also spoke at that time of another person named Shaun and Ireland. Shaun’s still a mystery.
About a month later TabithaToo asked Purpleaura to come to her room, she had something to tell her. She told Purpleaura that Lorraine’s bedroom is above hers, in the sky, and it’s big and square. Then she said “Come here mum”, and pretending to whisper in Purpleaura's ear said “Kev-in”. Purpleaura said "Kevin"? She said “Yes, in Ireland”.
"She prattled on a bit more trying to describe shapes and something about a circle, a square and a triangle in the sky, as well as a big tall building. There was also a circus clown and a big circus wheel in the sky which Lorraine likes to ride. She then went back to Kevin and explained he was not a ghost but lived up in the sky. Apparently some ghosts are sad but they like to visit our house and won’t hurt us".
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This brought up a couple of things besides the general overall freakiness of the words coming from this youngster. Shortly after I met Purpleaura I dreamt of TabithaToo, knowing very little about her. In the dream she was dressed like a clown and reminded me of a Weeble. She wanted to talk to me and was insistent I lie on the floor, belly down, face to face, eye to eye. It was very important that we be on the same level.
After relating this dream to Purpleaura, she described how TabithaToo indeed insisted upon communicating with others on the floor, face to face. She even had a collection of cushions in the event her visitors became tired and needed a place to rest their weary elbows. And without a doubt, TabithaToo is the very essence of a Weeble clown. If she’s not making you laugh she’s just not doing her job, hence her fondness for face-making. When she takes a dive off the end of the couch, no matter how she lands, she springs directly into an upright position and carries on, the fall being nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
It was at this time we learned of the Heyoka Sacred Clown Energy:
While clown societies were found throughout the Plains, the Heyoka, or sacred clowns, were usually few in number, but were found in almost every clan. Heyoka were contraries, often speaking and walking backwards. They acted in ridiculous, obscene, and comical ways, especially during sacred ceremonies. They were thought to be fearless and painless, able to seize a piece of meat out of a pot of boiling water. They often dressed in a bizarre and ludicrous manner, wearing conical hats, red paint, a bladder over the head (to simulate baldness), and bark earrings. The Heyoka was thought to usually carry various sacred items - a deer hoof rattle, a colored bow, a flute, or drum. His "anti-natural" nature was thought to be shamanistic in origin -- and as a contrary, he was expected to act silly and foolhardy during battle (although this was found more among warrior clown societies such as the Cheyenne Inverted Warriors.)
However insulting or sacrilegious Heyoka actions might be, they were tolerated, since it was assumed they were acting on the higher and more inscrutable imperatives of the Great Mystery. Heyoka were freed from all the ordinary constraints of life, and thus were usually not expected to marry, have children, or participate in the work of the tribe. Despite their bizarre acts (such as dressing in warm clothes during summer or wearing things inside out), they were trusted as healers, interpreters of dreams, and people of great medicine. Whenever they interrupted the solemnity of a ceremony, people took it as an admonition to see beyond the literalness of the ritual and into the deeper mysteries of the sacred. Like the flash of lightning, the Heyoka's sudden outbursts and disturbances were thought to be the keys to enlightenment - much like the absurd acts of Zen masters in Japan. (Hultkrantz 1987)
http://www.fiu.edu/~mizrachs/thunderbird-and-trickster.html
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Back to Serafina. Last June TabithaToo was relating stories of Serafina and Brother Kevin to Purpleaura. She explained Serafina is her sister and lives on a big red planet and Brother Kevin has something to do with Ireland. TabithaToo rides in a rocket to visit them in space. Ok, not too freaky coming from a 4-year-old.
I did a little research on Serafina and the first item that came up was the book The Golden Compass. The movie and all its controversy had not yet been released. This was the first time both Purpleaura and I had ever heard of the novel.
Serafina Pekkala is a witch queen in the His Dark Materials novel series by Philip Pullman. She rules over certain clans in the district of Lake Enara, which is an alternate name Pullman created for Lake Inari in northern Finland. Serafina appears throughout the fantasy trilogy and is closely associated with the journey of Lyra Belacqua and her companions. Serafina Pekkala's daemon is Kaisa, a large grey goose who is capable of being separated from Pekkala by long distances, as is normal with the daemons of witches because of a great trial they must all complete. She assists Lyra in her journey to find out about Dust.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serafina_Pekkala
So that was fairly interesting, but then at the bottom of the page I see a link to the origins of the name Serafina. Considering some of the other friends TabithaToo pals around with, this seemed more likely to be her Serafina.
Serafina is Spanish for "Seraph."
A seraph (Hebrew Seraphim) is one of a class of celestial beings mentioned once in the Hebrew Bible (Tanakh or Old Testament), in Isaiah. Later Jewish imagery perceived them as having human form, and in that way they passed into the ranks of Christian angels. In the Christian angelic hierarchy, seraphim represent the highest rank of angels.
In medieval Christian neo-Platonic theology, the Seraphim belong to the highest order, or angelic choir, of the hierarchy of angels. They are said to be the caretakers of God's throne, continuously singing Kadosh, Kadosh, Kadosh, i. e. "holy, holy, holy". "Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord of Hosts, the whole earth is full of His Glory" (Isaiah 6:3). This chanting is referred to as the Trisagion.
"The name Seraphim clearly indicates their ceaseless and eternal revolution about Divine Principles, their heat and keenness, the exuberance of their intense, perpetual, tireless activity, and their elevative and energetic assimilation of those below, kindling them and firing them to their own heat, and wholly purifying them by a burning and all-consuming flame; and by the unhidden, unquenchable, changeless, radiant and enlightening power, dispelling and destroying the shadows of darkness"
Seraphim are also mentioned in the Book of Revelation to be forever in God's presence and praising Him constantly: "Day and night they never stop saying: 'Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was, and is, and is to come.'"
As they were developed in Christian theology, seraphim are beings of pure light and have direct communication with God. They resonate with the fire symbolically attached to both purification and love. The etymology of "seraphim" itself comes from the word saraph. Saraph in all its forms is used to connote a burning, fiery state. Seraphim, as classically depicted, can be identified by their having six wings radiating from the angel's face at the center.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seraph
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Dionysius Hierarchy of Angels
Nine Celestial Orders of Angels
Seraphims ~ Cherubims ~ Thrones
Dominions ~ Virtues ~ Powers
Principalities ~ Archangels ~ Angels
First order: Closest in order to God
Seraphims
The guardians before God's throne, referred to as "the fiery spirits", they are usually pictured with six wings and flames. They constantly sing God's praise and regulate heaven. They are colored a flaming red and gold to symbolize fire. God's grace flows through the seraphim to the Angels below, dispelling darkness and purifying the universe. It was from this order that Satan emerged. Before his fall from Grace, he was considered the Angel who outshone all others. Seraphims are the highest order of Angels.
http://www.angelfocus.com/dionysius%20hierarchy.htm
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Because TabithaToo states Serafina is her sister, and Sara claimed Purpleaura was also her mother, I’m going to presume Sara is Serafina. That’s some pretty heavy company this child and her mother keep.
The information concerning the origins of the name Serafina caused The Golden Compass to retreat to the off-site-storage portion of my brain. I mentioned the other stuff to BWB but as usual assumed he was neither listening nor interested. Turns out he pays attention more than I thought. Flip forward to November 22, 2007, while eating dinner and watching TV an ad for the Golden Compass comes on. I still hadn’t recalled reading about the book a few months prior and was not really paying attention until I heard the name Serafina. I looked up at the TV just in time to see a little girl riding a polar bear across the frozen tundra. That in itself was freaky enough with the polar bear thing I seem to have on the go, then BWB says, “Did you hear that name?” I’m still not sure if I was more startled by the Serafina-polar-bear issue or the fact he took enough of an interest to remember. In any case I felt I really needed to pay attention.
A few hours later we go to bed, turn on the TV again, and find Cheers has made a return to the airwaves. I’ve mentioned Cheers in a couple of other blogs and I will maintain that no matter how much crap we're being fed, there are some shows that will consistently offer a clue, solve a mystery or verify a thought process. Cheers is one of those shows. In this episode Carla is having yet another baby. Her other children are in the room with her and she yells out to one of them to settle down. That child is also named Serafina.
A few days later something told me to look up Saint Kevin. Turns out he was a monk from Ireland, who are usually addressed as brothers. With all Purpleaura has going on with monks (see Burma & Reeves blogs, October 7 & April 29, 2007), I think it’s safe to assume this is probably the same Kevin TabithaToo hangs with.
Saint Kevin
Irish Saint, Abbot of Glendalough. Patron saint of long life and nature. 498 - 617
Also known as Coaimhghin, Coemgen or Keivin (meaning "fair-begotten", kind or handsome), Saint Kevin was born around 498 CE at the Fort of the White Fountain, near Dublin into a family of Leinster nobility. Raised a Christian, he was taught by Saint Petroc from an early age (some say seven). He grew up with monks, living in a local monastery from age 12 and subsequently studying for the priesthood in Killnamanagh before being ordained by Lugidus. Following his ordination, the pious young man set out to devote himself to a life dedicated to God.
He soon found himself in Glendalough, a beautiful valley about 25 miles (40 km) south of Dublin, and settled to the life of a hermit in the remains of a Bronze Age habitation, eating only that which grew naturally in the area, notably nuts, nettles and other herbs. However, the peaceful life he sought was soon disturbed by a number of followers who had heard the tales of a holy man living in the ruins. There were soon enough people to warrant the founding of a monastery, and a town quickly grew up around it, with regular pilgrimages made there.
Seeking some solitude, he withdrew again after the monastery was established, and went to visit the saints Columba, Comgall, and Cannich at Usneach before moving to a community at Clonmacnoise in 544 to take over following the death of St. Cieran. After a while, he wished to return to the life of a hermit and moved to a cave near what is now known as the village of Hollywood (the name coming from Kevin's blessing the "holy wood" on his arrival). The cave is still there, and has been frequented by other hermits over the years. A statue is erected in his honour at the top of a nearby hill.
...Interesting to note TabithaToo was born in Los Angeles. Not quite Hollywood but pretty darn close.
After a number of years of solitude, he was encouraged to return to the monastery, where he served as abbot until his death. During this time, he also brought up the son of King Colman of Ui Faelain.
Miracles and Legends
As with so many saints, Kevin has a rich mythology attached to him, some of which may be based in truth. Many of the stories certainly fit what we know of the historical Kevin. Certainly, the area around about is rich with his name, St. Kevin's Bed, Kitchen and all bearing witness to his fame. The node at Glendalough gives more information.
When he arrived in the glen, there was no-one else living there, although a number of people grazed animals nearby. One farmer noticed that one of his cows was giving an extraordinary amount of milk, and wondered why. Following her, he discovered that she had a habit of licking Kevin's feet. Realising that he must be a very holy man, the farmer took him home, cleaned him up (cleanliness was rarely next to godliness in the hermit fraternity), and told his neighbour about him. Kevin began preaching, and thus began his reputation as a saint.
It was his habit to stand in the lake to pray, arms stretched out to the heavens. It is said that one day, a blackbird began to build a nest in one of his hands, and when he realised, he stood stock-still until the nest was finished, the eggs hatched and the young blackbirds able to fend for themselves. This story has led to his being depicted with a bird in his hand, and he is known as a patron saint of birds, and blackbirds in particular.
There was a monster living in one of the lakes. This creature began to prey on the congregation which had grown up around about, which caused some consternation, and many voices were raised in favour of killing the beast.
Kevin, being a lover of animals, would not hear of it, and entreated the monster to move to the lower of the two lakes. Once there, the monster lived by eating the sicknesses that were washed from the animals driven through the lakes by locals.
While he was first entrusted with Colman's son, he had no milk with which to feed the baby. After praying for help, a doe arrived, and would leave enough milk to provide for the young child. After the doe was killed by a she-wolf, Kevin persuaded the wolf to provide milk until the child was weaned.
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I realize most children have a healthy fondness for animals of all sorts, but never have I known two people who seem to have quite the same connection to the wild kingdom as do Purpleaura and TabithaToo. More than once I have been forced to ask if they’re keeping Noah’s Ark in the back yard, so learning of Saint Kevin’s attributes seemed to fit the puzzle.
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I began writing this blog pretty much after I saw the first ad for The Golden Compass, but work and Christmas and life in general made any extracurricular activities nearly impossible. Here, along with a little speculation, was pretty much where it was going to end. Except for the mention of the movie-pass-gift-card somebody at work gave me with a picture of Lyra riding a polar bear on it.
Apparently this is nowhere near the end but merely the beginning. It seems we have a new dreamer in our midst and this is the freakiness that’s been going on since December 26th. That was the day TabithaToo told her mum about a dream she’d had either that morning or the night before. The dream took place in a large room with lots of lights, TabithaToo was with her immediate family as well as her great grandfather, (who she’s never met and is long passed), along with a few other various relatives. It sounded to me like party central, the group were dancing all around decorating a Christmas tree and having a grand old time. Singing was not allowed for reasons we've not yet figured out. There were all kinds of animals in attendance, sheep, bears, dogs and cats, as well as various geometric shapes floating around in the air. She also mentioned a grassy area with an adjacent lake and two flags, one large and one small. After relating the dream to her mum, she stated “Christmas in July”. Purpleaura asked for more clarification and explained that now is Christmas time but now is also December. TabithaToo was adamant, Christmas in July. We were both a little confused as to what she could have meant by that, my first thought was the birth of a new messiah.
With other things on my mind I didn’t do much investigating at the time, however that night proved to be sleepless, so I got out of bed at about 11:30pm to do some reading or play games, anything that might induce drowsiness. While in the middle of a backgammon game, something told me to search for simply “Christmas in July”.
Christmas in July, alternatively Holiday(s) in July in the United States, is a party concept exploited as a marketing opportunity. It generally occurs during the month of July coincidentally near July 26, Saint Joachim and Saint Anne's day, Jesus' grandparents.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas_in_July
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Okay, that knocked my socks off knowing TabithaToo has a grandmother named Ann. A little more research and I learned the concept of Christmas in July is hugely popular in Australia due to the oppositeness of the weather we experience at that time of year. With all we’ve had going on with Australia, especially the fact Purpleaura feels incredibly substantial roots there, that shouldn’t have been a surprise. But it was and shit like that always will be.
The next thing that came to mind was the grass and the lake. Just west of here, in the heart of the Rockies, lies a small body of water called Grassi Lake. A previous find regarding the nearby mountain lakes came to mind, especially since it specifically spoke of Arch Angel Michael. I couldn’t recall if Grassi Lake was named in the article but if not, just its mere proximity to the others led me to believe it probably holds the same mystical properties. Skeptics may find this hard to swallow, but a trip to any one of these lakes with a completely open mind will change your views forever. If not then you’re just not paying attention. The entire site is well worth a read if you’re into that sort of thing.
The energy of Archangel Michael began manifesting in the chakric lake region of Banff and Yoho National Parks after the 11:11. The energy is manifested in portals inflowing into Lake Louise, Lake O'Hara and Emerald Lake. All three Lakes have sacred mountains associated to their hydro energies that anchor in the portal light. These are Michael Peak at Emerald Lake, Cathedral Mountain at Lake O Hara, and Victoria Mountain at Lake Louise.
Lake O Hara is the Crown Center of the Canadian Rockies. The energy is among the most powerful, natural energy I have experienced. Be advised, however, it can be overwhelming in its raw power of amplification. Guard your emotional state and thoughts in this pocket of intense energy. The veil is so thin, it hardly exists here. That fact requires that ones thoughts be guarded.
The entire massif of the Banff Rockies is a chakric expression of Gaia's Divinity. In particular the water in this area carries a very special vibration. I received a conscious channel specific to the nature of this water which Redfeather termed as 'Crystal Waters'. The Glacier powder that is in the rivers and lakes is a finely ground crystallized quartz that has morphed under tremendous pressure, and converted the fluids into a magical colloidal suspension. A liquid battery, a fluid crystal, if you will. It is quite unique in its resonance to this area. It adds a tremendous vibratory frequency to the rivers and lakes. The waters become a sacred living crystal of unmatched light and color. A sequence of sacred Lakes and Falls occurs within this living area and each are connected in a living chakric system. They are as follows:
(7) Lake O Hara - Crown Center
(6) Emerald Lake - Brow Center
(5) Lake Moraine - Throat Center
(4) Lake Louise - Heart Center
(3) Peyto Lake- Emotional Center
(2) Bow Falls - Creative Center
(1) Athabasca Falls- Root Center
In actuality all five of the sacred lakes listed above resonate individually with the 4 upper chakras. Each balance and heal all chakras and emanate exceptionally high crown vibratory rates. In the divine spectrum of the Michael Vortex, the listings above designate the chakras of the body of the integral living earth of the Canadian Rockies. All 7 of the chakric points are connected by major leys. The two Falls mentioned are outside the inner Michael Vortex, yet serve to pull in the energies of lower Banff and upper Jasper to the AA Michael energetic flow.
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Nope, nothing about Grassi Lake, but I had to wonder for whom was this lake named?
Lawrence Grassi was a remarkable individual who emigrated from Italy in 1912 and based most the rest of his life below The Three Sisters (mountain) in the Town of Canmore (Alberta). After spending four years as a section hand with the CPR near Kicking Horse Pass he began working in the Canmore coal mines and soon had an impressive record, not only as a coal miner but also as a climbing guide.
http://www.rmbooks.com/peakfinder/people.asp?PersonsName=Grassi%2C+Lawrence
The personal history of this industrious man reflects the history of the industries that built Banff and Canmore. After immigrating to Canada in 1912, Grassi worked for the Canadian Pacific Railway. He then became a coal miner, a mountain guide, and finally a park warden at Lake O'Hara.
http://www.coalking.ca/people/profiles/banff_grassi.html
I would literally jump at the chance to pick the brain of a park warden assigned to this area. Better yet one of the original mountaineers. My guess is they have been witness to some amazingly bizarre occurrences, Mr Grassi included.
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The next day after that, Purpleaura sent a link on the topic “Animals Gone Wild”. It was comprised of a list of all the recent incidents, beginning with the tiger in San Francisco the previous day. I had to wonder what the animals were sensing and did TabithaToo’s dream factor into it somehow. On the list were 3 coyote attacks in Canmore, home of Lawrence Grassi. In fact, Grassi Lake is just a hair over 2 miles from the centre of Canmore. Although animal attacks are not unheard of around here, these appeared peculiar in the fact this was the first time a coyote has attacked anybody in the town itself, and they are the only 3 coyote attacks in Alberta this year. 2 of the attacks occurred at a pond where at least 200 people were gathered for a “Skate with Santa” celebration. Coyotes just don’t do that, they don’t much like crowds. Witnesses say it actually stalked its prey, a 4 and a 10 year old. A newspaper article called the attacks “rare and alarming”. Luckily none of the victims were seriously injured (physically anyway). I really have no clue how TabithaToo’s dream would apply, she certainly would not be party to any animal hurting anybody, especially not a child. But still I have to wonder about the Canmore connection and Grassi Lake and the animal thing and what, if anything, it might mean. What confused me about the Canmore attacks was this was the first I had heard of it and it happened 2 weeks ago. I usually have a fairly keen ear to the local news, particularly to any strange animal behaviour. I completely missed this one. Lucky I have a friend a few thousand miles away in another country to keep me in tune of what’s going on in my community.
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That brings us to today, the freakiest of them all (so far) where this story is concerned.
This morning I had a short dream where a box popped up on my computer, similar to Windows Messenger. The title on the box, where the user name would be, was Deva X. It looked like 2 people were having a conversation through my computer somehow and one of them was using Hello Kitty as an avatar. I wondered in the dream if deva was spelled correctly, the word I was familiar with was spelled diva. I was assured deva was correct.
After waking I immediately thought of TabithaToo and her special fondness for cats. It seemed to me if she were conversing on Messenger, or anywhere else for that matter, Hello Kitty would be the perfect avatar.
I got up and drafted an email to Purpleaura after doing some research on the word deva. I did hear this term once or twice in conjunction with spiritual beings, but assumed it was spelled the same as the opera singer and never gave it another thought or look-see.
Deva in Devanagari script, is the Sanskrit word for "god, deity". It can be variously interpreted as a spirit, demi-god, celestial being, angel, deity or any supernatural being of high excellence. In Hindu mythology, the devas are opposed to the demonic Asuras.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deva_(Hinduism)
As I said to Purpleaura:
I have no idea who the other person was or if it was even a person. I get the feeling not and she was talking to one of her angels.
Seconds before hitting send I received an email from Purpleaura. She had a dream last night of visiting an unknown male, she bearing a gift wrapped in red & gold paper and adorned with a big red bow. She knew the male was an angel and quite high up the ladder, as angel ladders go. While she spoke with him she noticed a baby with the bluest eyes she had ever seen and remarked to the angel how beautiful the child was. He explained it was his child, his wife had died so it was just the two of them now. He also stated he had never seen his child take to anybody like it took to Purpleaura, the baby was giggling away having a great time. Purpleaura thought the situation strange, she didn’t realize this angel had a wife or a child. She felt her maternal instincts kick in and thought she needed to make sure the child was looked after.
My first response to Purpleaura’s dream was "Holy Crap" because of the similar themes, quickly followed by "Oh Crap”. I had just read something about red and gold recently and couldn't for the life of me remember where. I thought it was a thread on GLP and the thought of doing a search for red and/or gold at that site would prove to be the proverbial needle in a haystack. Not something I was at all looking forward to. At the same time I knew I had to find this reference or it would make me nuts if I didn’t. I made a note to look for it later.
As I said earlier, I had this blog partially written, up to and including the part about the Golden Compass, but that was it. I knew I would be including the other stuff about the origins of the name but did not recall the specifics, just that it wigged me out the first time I read it. And I had already decided, before these most recent dreams, to finish it sometime this weekend and hoped that sometime could be today. After chit-chatting with Purpleaura a bit, I sent her what I had then got back to it. The first task was proofreading and the whole time I’m thinking “I’ve written this before, a long time ago, like right after we first met”. A woman we both corresponded with for a short time kept popping into my head which made me feel that was the time frame in which it was written. But of course that couldn’t be because some of this stuff just happened. Man these time warps can sure mess a person up.
I then received another email from Purpleaura saying:
This is too freaky. Did you write this before or after the emails this morning because if it was before then this sure is frigging freaky.
It was before, apparently long before. She replied by telling me she received an email from this woman just this morning, somebody we haven’t heard from in 3 years, with an invitation from a website called mamasource.com, to plant a tree on Purpleaura’s behalf for the non-profit organization Trees of the Future.
After reading the blog thus far, I went back to the email from June and copy/pasted the rest of the information regarding the origins of the name Serafina. I normally don’t proofread anything I haven’t written until the final draft. There's nothing for me to change since a quote's a quote, spelling mistakes and all, and I usually have a fairly good understanding of why I included any given article without going through the whole thing again. This time I decided to read it and that’s when I saw the stuff about red & gold. Quite a find indeed and more than timely to say the least. This is one of the many times where we say thank you to the governing body known as Coincidence Control. That really would have driven me mental.
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So now I think the blog is near complete, and decide to do one last fact check which required a search of our emails, and this one turns up. This dream was posted to a forum in April of 2004, 6 months before Purpleaura and I met.
Date: April 24, 2004 at 14:43:39
Subject: Baby In A Dish...Any Thoughts?
In real life, I live about 2500 miles away from my brother's ex-wife. The last time I saw her was around 5 years ago and we haven't spoke since.
In the dream last night, I heard that she just had a baby, (she already has three grown boys and a grandson, and zero desire for any more children). This baby was a girl. Apparently my sister-in-law was visting here so I went over to her house, but all the way I was thinking, she just had this baby today, there's no way she'll be home yet. But she was and so was the baby.
This baby was quite adorable but seemed to be only a head at first, which was sitting in a shallow, rectangular blue dish. I was quite shocked this baby was just a head and was about to say something when I noticed it was all scrunched up and I just couldn't see her arms and legs and body.
Throughout the dream, different people were coming over, some I know, some I don't. I was astounded at the rate of progression she was making. She was still just a day old but had grown quite a bit and was already walking and talking. (I really wish I could remember her name and what she was saying). I took the baby all around the house and out to the front porch, and was remarking to everybody how spectacular this baby was. They didn't seem the least bit interested when I felt like I was witnessing a miracle.
After we met and I saw a picture of TabithaToo, I sent the dream to Purpleaura with this, knowing full well this was exactly the child I was shown in the dream:
February 15, 2005
I'm pretty sure this dream I posted last year was about TabithaToo. I didn't describe her when I posted it and darn I wish I had because all I saw around this baby was blue. Big blue eyes, blue clothes, blue dish.
She responded:
As for the dream I wonder whether you were getting written advancement of this, the pale blue light is strong around TabithaToo and I’ve seen it on other young children, warriors, Arch Angel Michael’s group…
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….Much later
After sitting here for quite some time, staring at the screen deep in thought, pondering how to end this chapter, I realized I can’t. To add any more at this point is opening up many cans of worms I’m not yet ready to open, so I’ll keep it brief.
To be continued…..
