Archive for October, 2014


Birds Of The Same Feather

I’ve dreamt of KS a lot this year and mostly it was about her initiating the conversation with me that I couldn’t help but think if she had contemplated about actually being friends with me. I know when my dreams are of a recurring person with a recurring theme that the person in question is trying to reach out. The why or the intention, however, is something I don’t understand.

The last time I had a confrontational type of dream with KS, another visage of a girl had cropped up in my head but all I could remember was the first name, E. It was a factor I dismissed and didn’t write down in the dream journal because I could not see the connection between KS and E. I guess I should have included that clue because a few weeks after that dream a full answer dropped on my lap. Out of the blue I had a recollection of E’s complete name and who she was. When I followed the clues, it led me to the discovery that KS and E had become friends since last year. So it wasn’t a coincidence that E’s first name cropped up in the first place.

For a while I felt so insecure about these two women. It took me some weeks after to get out of that mire of self-pity and to realize those two actually had something in common to talk and share about. They were both immature and I couldn’t relate.

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Himalayan Pink Salt

20140924_112503000_iOSI have read about the benefits of Himalayan pink salt in the past but did not seek it out in grocery stores. I can’t recall if it was during my stay in Malaysia when I first read about it briefly but then maybe I may have confused it with an article I read before about sea salt. It was only about three weeks ago when, because of serendipity I believe, that I found a small bottle with grinder of Himalayan coarse pink salt in the herbs and spices aisle at a Rustan’s store here. Off to Google search I went to look up its benefits and the next week I came back to buy it.

My main source of information about the benefits and various uses of Himalayan pink salt is from the Empowered Sustenance website. I’ve followed the steps indicated on the page to make the salt sole and I’ve also used the ground pink salt to add flavor to some meals. I can testify to its benefits as I’ve been using sole and the ground pink salt for over a month.

  1. First thing I’ve noticed the day after I tasted a pinch of the ground pink salt has to do with the hormonal balance issue. I had not had my period for a month and a half prior to taking it and was so relieved to see the brown discharge which normally precedes the actual menstruation period. I had to wait some twelve hours after to not get myself disappointed. I don’t usually miss my period and when I do it’s because of my irregular sleeping hours. Ugh.
  2. The muscle cramps mainly on my left shoulder started to ease up a bit on me. I mean it’s not as unbearable as it was before. I could even wear heeled sandals and walk in them for a few hours or so without even feeling the strain on my legs. Usually I would tire walking in any type of elevated footwear within 30 minutes to an hour so I’m quite happy with that because I love to walk long distances.
  3. My spine signals me way earlier than usual to go to sleep.
  4. I often get allergies and most cases where I sneeze and have a runny nose it’s not even the colds kind of thing that an antihistamine cannot fix. I make sure I don’t run out of my cheap and effective antihistamine every week by hoarding 10-20 tablets. Since taking salt sole first thing in the morning, I don’t consume those tablets as often as 7-10 times a week as I now get my antihistamine fix in a liquid form.
  5. Goodbye, foggy brain and less energized body.

I have not tried the Himalayan Salt Lamps and Detox Bath yet but I’m excited to!

Last Sunday my mother and aunt accompanied me to the office of the Commission on Elections. I had not completed the final required step for their new rules on becoming a bonafide voter – getting the biometric stuff like face and fingerprint ID. We were met with a closed door with a sign indicating they’re temporarily holding office at some space in a local mall. We were walking towards the taxi stand and a disoriented feeling washed over me, particularly one that I am no stranger to witnessing and reflecting a lot of times.

I don’t belong here. I mostly don’t find my big career jumps or opportunities here. What the hell have I been staying here for too long?

I recall an incident back in elementary school – I think I was 8 or 9 years old – when I was having picnic lunch with the same aunt I was with last Sunday. “Your destiny is not here; it’s somewhere in a foreign place.” The years never erased her words in my memory especially when the heart recognized it to be true. What a not-so-surprising coincidence to get that sudden disorientation vibe at that point in time.

I did begin to doubt that the time may be soon for me to strike it out again in a foreign land as I wondered why I was recently imagining about family get-togethers. Later that day my mother would astonishingly run into a close high school friend that I have been avoiding communicating with for over a year. (I’ve changed a lot and people grow apart; I can’t just listen to baby stories and family drama the whole time I’m out with common friends. I’m sorry I can’t relate and not all women just want to have babies to identify their projected selves with.) I know my friend could read it in my face that I have changed and that I wasn’t looking forward to getting her new number. She did get mine though. Just a week ago I ran into 2 classmates from the university. If those aren’t enough signs to tell me something is up in my travel list then I don’t know what.

I have Ninth House in Taurus and a Moon in the Third House so I do love traveling. It’s just lately I’ve been very picky with my choices of where I want to go instead of being superficially swayed by others’ suggestions.

Glaring Signals

I’ve noticed a pattern in two dreams I’ve had two weeks apart. I call their common denominator “glaring signals”.

The first dream two weeks ago involved KS. The night before I had that dream KS did cross my mind and I was reflecting on how I have always been insecure about her. In the dream I was having a conversation with her, but it was one where she initiated the contact. Surprisingly she sort of kept her distance initially and I could not believe what I was seeing in her eyes – there was that awe and respect and at the same time she had that insecurity about being around my company. She wondered aloud about which qualities I had that made Elk love me. She asked me that question as if I knew Elk more than she did and that was laughable in itself knowing her history of publishing everything about her time in his place throughout her social media accounts. I answered her in a no-nonsense manner and I was very logical in my responses.

The next scene I remember was KS taking me to their backyard and showing me a garden full of blooming red roses. The feeling in the dream during this scene was of a friendly atmosphere.

The dream sort of tried to give me a message that the lingering perceptions I had about KS no longer hold true. However, my conscious mind seems to perpetuate those sets of wrong perception because it felt convenient to think that way when I have no direct informant who could verify what the dream may be telling otherwise. A week after that dream I saw signs pointing to the dream’s message but I still uphold that unless I hear it from the horse’s mouth, it cannot yet be proven true.

Second glaring signal dream two nights ago was about XX. The night before I had a dream about XX, I was reading his latest blog post and checked out his Facebook profile, something I do like once in a blue moon. There was one post that could be categorized as a shoutout to a friend whom I think he actually likes as more than a friend.

In the dream I saw XX being around where I was. I wasn’t sure if he noticed me but despite how busy I was rummaging through some stuff in the room I could still watch what he’s doing. It seemed like I was getting a glimpse of his coveted traditional family kind of life. In the dream he was married to a woman which I hadn’t seen in his Facebook timeline before. She didn’t look nor feel even remotely close to the friend whom I believe he likes.

There goes that glaring signal again. My dream corrects my lingering perception about him and what his relationship with her might be. Apparently there is or there might be someone else he has or will set his eyes on as the one he would spend the rest of his life with. But I don’t know if my dream is right, so it’s pretty comfortable for me to assume otherwise and to feel quite jealous about XX’s friend – it gives me the excuse to feel angry. It doesn’t make any sense but I know better than to call out black and white on this train of thought and emotions.

 

@OlaInteresting: That awkward moment when a woman with fake hair, fake nails, fake butt, fake breasts, and drawn-on eyebrows says she wants a “real” man.

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