Last night late my husband and I crawled into bed at the same time; somewhat unusual since I am a night person and he is up by 5 a.m. every day! I laid back and closed my eyes starting to relax ... when my left-brain, physicist husband says, "Look at the ceiling". I opened my eyes and once again embraced in awe the fuzzy haze that stretched downward to embrace us. Difficult to describe, there was a beige geometric design resembling plant fronds floating above us, drifting ever closer, enticing us to play. The fronds swayed softly back and forth encompassing energy that appeared slightly greenish protecting hundreds of tiny specks of light that sparkled faintly. I reached my hands upward and they merged and then were hidden in the haze that floated and danced above my head. I reached higher and gently swished my fingers back and forth as if playing in a beautiful blue lake and swirling the clear water to and fro. The energy appeared as iridescent liquid silver, softly flowing back and forth ever so slightly in response to my gentle hand movements. It was mesmerizing. I placed my palms slightly apart so I might encompass the energy: my hands wanted to explore, play and dance slowly in movement with the swaying energy. Shortly, I became very sleepy and my eyes would not stay open … my husband turned and was immediately asleep, breathing softly. I was not far behind.
Mother, wife, teacher, healer, psychic, friend, spiritualist, traveler on planet earth at this remarkable time in history.