An Interruption, Joan of Arc and my Passport!

I've been trying to publish this entry all afternoon and it won't take. Will try until successful!

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Well I didn't get too far thanks to people who do not know the meaning of a closed door. This would include both guys - but at least my son didn't open the door. He just stood outside and yelled in. Simple instructions - I don't ask for much.

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I got yanked out so fast that I have a whopper of a headache now.

Anywho. The first image I see is Clive. He has a kickball in his hands and he is teasing me to go and play with him and a group of kids. This is in the present (but in the future - not so far) and it appears to be in NZ, with the same cobblestone town square, circle fountain and outdoor cafe that I see in my visions all the time. We are getting clobbered by these kids in a game of kickball - but we are having a great time - teasing each other like we were siblings.

I then end up in a circle with all these doors around me. I see one light up and I enter.

I exit into a garden - it is a wonderful, peaceful garden with many flowers, butterflies and dragonflies. I have on a light purple, satiny soft gown - with a silver clip of a moon on each shoulder. I wear nothing underneath.

Bill comes up behind me and kisses me on the neck - he startles me as I never heard him approach. He flips up both moon clips and the gown falls to my feet. I've enter worn anything so easy to remove before:) I asked him what is he doing here and he responds by kissing my neck. Next thing I remember is Bill, Ted and I all on the ground - exhausted. I see Brigit.

She extends her hand and helps me up. She is walking me towards a door and I asked her what did I get caught up in back there - not that I minded.....she says that I was involved in their fantasies. I didn't guide that part of the meditation - they did.

Nice to know that I'm wanted:)

We exit and I know I'm Joan of Arc. I'm given a sword and am asked to practice with this very large man. I'm not very good - but we keep practicing. Then the past morphs into the present (future I think) with me back in the cobblestone towns square in NZ. I have a sword in my hand and am standing in front of a person I do not know. He wants me to practice - I tell him that I do not know how - he replies "you were Joan of Arc weren't you?"

Then I was yanked out before I could find out more.

I'm feeling better today - not 100% - but better. The medication I have helps - plus I'm using some stones on parts of my body. Mostly clear crystal quartz and true turquoise on my chest and throat. I need my voice back! My poor client yesterday - I'm trying to give her a phone reading and I kept getting that annoying tickle in my throat and my voice went in and out.

I've ordered a whole new shipment of flower essence. I'll let you know what and what for when they get here.

The new book "Gypsy Magic for Prosperity's Soul" is trucking right along. Have finished the oils, incense and sachets formulas. Now to do the spells.

Everything is still on course for the release of "Gypsy Magic for the Lover's Soul" on Friday, August 19th:)

A few months back I think I reported about a dream I had where I was stuck in an airport (leaving the white resort I seem to visit a lot during my dreams) but they wouldn't let me on because they confiscated my passport. They said I was a terrorist. I was appalled by that comment. I remember telling this little old lady that I couldn't get on the plane and why - but we were both confident that things would get straightened out.

Okay - so I had a dream the other night where I was getting off the plane. I was with a group of people and I realized that I had no money, no luggage, no driver's license and no passport. I kept asking - if I had no passport, how was I allowed on the plane? People were a bit freaked about that and so was I. I kept asking for someone to let me use their cell phone so that I could have some money wired to me. But no one would give me their cell phone. Then I see the old lady from the airport and she says that everything will work out.

What do I get from all of this? That no matter what happens, no matter how many obstacles in my path, things will work out the way they are supposed to. So stop worrying:)

Last year I became a sponsor for a woman in Nigeria through Women to Women International. Now I'm looking to help out a Romany (Roma) charity to help out gypsy woman and children. If anyone knows of such a charity - please let me know. This includes orphanages.

Well - I'd better get back to work:)

Until tomorrow...

Crystal Sunshine!
Allie:)