A Wrinkle in Time

There are some books that stay with you long after you have read them.  Interestingly Madeleine L’Engle discuss that in her Newberry Medal acceptance.

I only hope the book I author has the ability to influence a family as much as hers did mine.  I read a Wrinkle in Time to my children when they were probably six and eight.  I recall sitting in the living room, trying with every ounce of patience to give Mrs Which’s lines their due.
 
Years later my son and I are on the phone and as he goes to through his sister’s books, he finds the copy I had given her.  “Wow…” he says as he recalls the memories.  He reads me a few lines and I find that wrinkle of folding time and space to once again sit in that living room surrounded by my little loves.

One book, that had set such a fire in my brain in grade school that I read to my children years later that after more years had gone by I had to go to Barnes & Noble to pick up…yesterday.   Interestingly, there have been subtle hints leading me to this action for at least two months now, but with so much going on, I am thankful for the nudge.

Yesterday I experienced mind bending insights… not just from the book, but dream analysis as well.   I sometimes wish for perfection and the ability to record every dream upon awakening, but the truth is, I usually prefer the sleep. 

Anyway, what matters is that on this certain day I wrote my bizarre dream down and yesterday I was able to decipher it and capture an awareness. 

Key after key after key.

The Overtone Blue Night empowers abundance through commanding dreams to give light to intuition.   We are guided by illusion and play. 

I guess I have more to do.  I’m going to like this…

Kisses and love,
Victoria Crystal… living Simple Sexy
www.victoriacrystal.com

Fanfare

I had a profound dream, begging me to do what must be done, essentially, or suffer the consequences. And while I moved through this dream, a vibrating noise followed; as I sat at a table in a restaurant discussing philosophy; as I walked through a friend’s winery; as I strolled amidst trees or stood on a bridge.  Thup, thup, thup, thup, thup.  What is this noise?  Why does it go where I do?  Thup, thup, thup, thup, thup.  I could feel its vibration externally.  It did not come from within.

My subconscious was being baited.  Pay attention.

I wish I had.  It would have been a perfect moment for a lucid dream made more perfect by the theme.  Do what must be done… or suffer.  Oh to have accessed the subconscious insight.

To varying degrees we all have these crossroad moments, but only the open wise or the lucky are keenly aware.   

As I listen to the trumpets cry in La Niña de Mis Ojos, I am reminded of my father.  As far as the eye can see there is nothing but smooth sailing out to the horizon, yet I sense a disturbance.  How why or from what direction I cannot say.

Thup, thup, thup, thup, thup… went the overhead fan.  Pay attention.

Victoria Crystal

...living the SimpleSexy life...

Cuppa cuppa

The muses sleep this morning.  I have been staring at the computer willing my head to accept all of the work that now lay before me.  I need to… and then… there is of course… but that hasn’t been working so I need to call…

But first I must settle in.  Unpack.  Organize. And buy some decent coffee.  Mr. Magnificent, with all of his wonderful kindnesses to foster my happiness, doesn’t drink the stuff so I was left with what I believe to be last year’s canister of Maxwell house.  Stale and oily.  I can still taste it on my tongue.  For someone who cannot think beyond her next word in the morning, coffee has become a fundamental component to the coherent accumulation and distillation of thought.

Regardless, I am enlivened by so many things!  A message from a new friend that literally warmed my heart, the happy reception upon my arrival last night, the subsequent dinner, a wonderful sleep and the endless possibilities of today …  and most spectacularly, the excited call I received from my son this morning.

He continually amazes me as this most profound soul.  He has taught me many things, not the least of which is the idea of Lucid dreaming, something I had not know before he shared it with me a few years ago.  Since, he and I have had many incredible conversations around the subject and how dreams extend into our waking life… and our waking life into our dreams. 

I’ve asked him to begin blogging tonight as well.  He has agreed to write down the experience he shared with me.  It is so profound I offer only a hint: Dealing with inner demons.  I dare say that he accomplished something few adults will… but at sixteen, he is an adult to me.

Shower and coffee… then so many many things to do.

Cheers to my reader!

Victoria Crystal
living the SimpleSexy life… minus a really good mug o’Joe  ;~)