Exit 8s, Enter 9s

I had a disturbing dream last night.  I was walking to my kids school when I saw what looked like a large bomb flying through the sky followed closely by a passenger plane.  I thought, nah, it can’t be something like that.  It arched over the sky then went out of sight behind the 3 story school.  Another airplane almost clipped the school then went down behind it.  I knew then that this was bad, really bad.  Then a helicopter with green stripes went down too and by then I was already running for the school screaming ‘bomb!  bomb!”   I hadn’t even reached the red double doors when I saw the mushroom cloud.  I knew we were too close and I saw all 3 of my kids in my minds eye and knew they were going to die and I wasn’t even going to be able to be with them when it happened.

I spent a good part of yesterday trying to get down my thoughts on the 8 of Wands.  They just wouldn’t come.  I felt as though the ges had already slammed shut on me, on my memory of the 8W.  It was almost like an aggressive dememorization, much more than on any other card.  What an odd phenomenon that I never expected!  So I went over all f these little synchronicities and even delve into some ideas about the 9s which are definitely knocking on the door already.

My theory is, I was given a temporary pass to see the 8s but I haven’t totally earned them myself, so my visa expired.  It was a see and experience all you can for the brief amount you have kind of situation.   Luckily I took copious notes that I can now sort though, but another odd thing, along with the memory goes the desire, I find myself not really caring, I find myself looking forward to the 9s. 

Maybe that’s as it should be, there is no valid reason to have to delve into the information yet….except maybe to satisfy my ego and explain my reasons to outside people.  It can wait until the whole thing is done, then I can sit down and digest all of this information as a whole and try to arrange it in some orderly fashion in  book form.

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