Morning gang. 6:30-ish a.m. here and the animals are chawing their vittles down happily.

ITEM ONE FOR THIS MORNING:

Last night I started another journal--don’t worry, I am not abandoning this one. Yeah, says it is ‘official’ one here, however, this is more a private, connecting place. Require a more, uhm, ‘straight’ one for my career.

Figure they can get the REAL ME when they read my books. Beyond that, stuff I write here simply will not go down well when it come to working the system.

No, not hidding anything all that much, same name and likes, yet if a person wants to put some effort into finding out more then why not? I’m cool with that.

ITEM TWO FOR THIS MORNING:

A post like this next bit is reason why I require two journals. So, on that note:

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If you just like the more happy go lucky version of Melissa, if you are a casual surfer or acquaintance met through the Briar’s Club or Smoker’s Forums, I do recommend you skip this bit. Cheers.

Alright, here we go. I am a psychic (thing I do not truly do professionally, though this recent procurement of the aura video station has given me a media finally where I do not get migraines like from use of the tarot.) as well as a witch.

No surprises so far, granted.

One thing most of you do not know, is that I have always had glimpse dreams that slipped the proverbial time-stream. Half the time I do not know if these events have already happened, are actual made memories yet or not. Gets one in a world of a conversational pickle when you can talk to your buds about stuff you did together five years from now and wonder what is wrong with them, how come they don’t remember. LOL!

So then, as others of you whom also have these things will know, such dreams do not contain the simple dailys, but things more altering.

Yeah, I been getting the Big-o Grando ‘all go poof’ Disaster Dreams for year, too.

Really don’t disturb me much though. After a few lives you get sort of casual about physical realm death. Oh sure, fact that Humans are really going to fuck up irritates, sure. Could be kind and say they/we couldn’t help it, soul ages, Rays, overleaves and stuff, but that is a cop-out. Others have done it. Planet next where the souls are going to go once this world becomes uninhabitable for certain forms of life is going to be far, far less sweet, yet such is the game of the Physical Realm and lessons of Comprehensions we are to gain. Not going to go into that now, not the time or energy, since I have something other to relate. This was just a touch of background for you. Cheers.

My latest dream - Though again, this is just background and not which got my goat last night at all.)

The Dream: Section of the downfall (though not end. Don’t worry, Humanity does go on, no problem. People will still be fucked-up, though a bunch less of them,) to which I’ve not seen much of. The earthquakes, the flooding, the global na-na bitching BS, yeah, however, up till this point the Sickness was only a given, not a seen.

There were small buildings wrapped in plastic. White, layered, some semi-transparent. Bio-things, with zippers in layers. The largest was not even much of a house size, a single family perhaps, though squarish rectangular beneath the cover. - Main building.

Near that were row of like material pup tents. Long lines of them, for single occupants.

Then there were the body bags. Talk about an army, folks. They just went on and on in neat rows and columns far as your eye could see in the darkened world. Not black, these were all solid/milked white plastic. No smell noted, thank gods. Small favor that.

Now, not quite sure, however, part of our job was hauling the bodies out to put into these rows. There was NO SPACE folks, so when you got your break you just lay down where you were to crash. Partner or work mate was already crashed out and snoring on a flattened (empty) body bag in a space next to a true resident. Took my place next, yeah, aware there was a body(s) all around within inches, yet after a while you simply have to deal with these things.

We now get to the part which this whole posting is really about.

Thinking of those bodies as I lay down, I suddenly felt one on top of me. A living presence made of shadow, a male, one who lay across me, left hand holding my upper left arm and a clear, telling stiff male presence pressed firmly to my backside. This latter the most definite thing about the being, since there was no true physical person there.

What pissed me off? Face that it was so heavy a weight and STRONG pressure on my butt that I woke right up from my dream and the dude was still there.

Me, eyes open, seeing Emile sleeping in front-ish of me, exact positions we had had in the dream, and there is this other still laying across me back, point between my cheeks nudging even stronger now.

Okay, don’t get me wrong. I am no prude and there are some feisty, as well as fun bodiless entities out there, however, I do know the difference, and this person is very much alive in the current now. Got some impressions despite the made of shadow routine. Someone whom is more like than not reading this stuff, has some sort of distant connection to me through such.

Not going to go off on a snarl here, managed to turn my head and thus break the ‘in two worlds at once’ frozen lethargy that has hold of you at these moments when your spirit is not close to the 100% in the body state. Said, “Leave me alone,” and he was gone. Was that strongly there that even wide awake and rolling over with eyes open, the physical impression of having an object pressed against your butt/tail-bone and now gone lingered for some while after.

No, this was not a friend, possibly one testing, so I am holding my temper in check as much as possible, however, that is not the way of going about saying hello! *Snarls* If it was a test, again, it ticked me off. If you are not at the level of Talking when spirit walking, then better luck somewhere else.

That hand gripping my upper arm is what truly pissed me off. Force is a major no-no, buddy.

I am trying, however, more and more I think about it, I am still getting royally pissed. Not going to make any threats here, just know it was not the right move to make with me. I am no casual, spirit fuck, got it?

Whew, anger management time, Ha! You know people, going through some troubles right now, bad ones of threatened physical violence and terrorized, however, even that does not have me angry at the culprits. Not one jot of it, simply because there is nothing there to get angry at. Just vacuums of humanity, and there is just no point to do so. Pawns of society and nothing more.

This, however, has my blood pressure up. Again, this was not a friend of mine, (I know the people I know) only someone testing. Possibly making inquiries, will try to grant some leeway, however, go about it some other way, thank you! For Christ’s sake, at least say Hello!

That gripping hand REALLY PISSED ME OFF!!!

BTW you left a lingering tag. No smell, yet part of you has left indentation in my aura. I can recall all sensations in detail. Agreed, no real predatory feeling there, however, I am still rather pissed at the moment. May or may not do a psychic track-down later. Not a good idea for all concerned if I do so with this temper.

An original web graphic made by me. Click if you like more.

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Ahem. Now, I am going to try to relax, possibly work on my professional journal, though I think I should wait till later. Have a very long day ahead, with the usual much longer ones to follow. Trying to do something positive while in a teeth gritting rage simple will not do.

End of message.

Cheers,

Melissa

Thanks for the message...Yeah, my website is a total war zone...I have so much crap on it that some computers take forever to load, or like yours, simply self-destruct..somewhat appropoe...My nephew was SO PSYCHED coming to his uncles in the big city to get his first tattoo... I was just so moved...Happy he's doing his own thing... Will be stopping by your blog to check outwhat's up...Shawno

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