The predictions I made on Saturday, December 6th have all come to fruition. Yesterday, I distinctly heard my property manager’s voice carrying up from beneath my window as he spoke with some folks from the heating company. The gas furnace in building two had gone down. I rarely hear him around, so his presence right under my bedroom window stood out; close enough to the “path crossing” I’d anticipated.
Not long after, I received emails from Goldberg Realty regarding the heating situation in Building 2 here at Newtonian Gardens Apartments. All of this happened within the 96-hour window since I’d had the vision about some kind of contact taking place.
Yesterday afternoon, during meditation, I experienced another of my favorite kinds of visions involving Dad. Yes… I kicked his ass again and, “It felt great!”
Anyhow, acting on what I gathered from the vision, I decided to return his call after showering and listening to his voicemail I found from him when I got out.
It’s worth noting that Dad originally left a voicemail when he called on Monday, but, due to a 24-hour delay (thanks to Verizon), it didn’t arrive on my phone until around dinner yesterday. I responded with a text at 6:14 PM, updating him about website traffic for his Camaro for Sale and expressing my annoyance over receiving postcards with offers to buy his house; a property I don’t even own.
Dad called again a little after seven while I was in the shower, leaving another voicemail asking me to call him back. It turned out that he needed to discuss some computer questions, specifically about Google and cloud storage. All his voicemails ever say is that he needs to talk with me about something.
Our phone conversation this time lasted about an hour and a half, mostly spent troubleshooting his computers and touching on world events. It was a relatively smooth exchange, much as the vision had suggested it would be.
In the vision, I was asked by Dad to see what was wrong with his laptop. I discovered Dad’s laptop had a dead Bluetooth adaptor and ethernet card. He wasn’t pleased, blamed me for the problem, and even tried to take my laptop to replace his.
The vision ended with me striking him with an elbow to the jaw. I came out of it feeling like I’d won again.
This kind of dream action indicates to me based on previous history that, in reality, he’d probably be easy to deal with during a pending interaction. This is usually a signal for a low-conflict exchange in future reality.
During our actual conversation, Dad mentioned he’s still having trouble with a medication; if he forgets to split his pills, his blood pressure spikes and he gets a headache. Computers in my visions can be metaphors for states of mind or psychic matters, but they can also be literal reminders about system updates about to be released (like the Windows Cumulative Update this morning and the server’s kernel update last night). “Handy, right?”
However, computers with hardware issues that don’t belong to me sometimes feel like warnings about their owner’s health. This is unfamiliar territory, but my gut tells me Dad could be at risk for a stroke on some clear, cold, sunny afternoon soon.
Maybe I’m reading too much into it, considering how much of the vision’s symbolism has already surfaced as software updates and the reasonably easy communication with Dad. The timing and weather conditions during our conversation didn’t even closely match the vision though.
When I got off the phone a bit after nine last night, I couldn’t shake the sense that he may be on the verge of a significant health event. It could be a stroke or something else entirely; or maybe I’m overanalyzing. All I can do now is wait and see.
On a lighter note, I figured out that I can connect my Bluetooth headset to my Alexa Echo Dots. The setup has to be done through the app on my phone, but once that’s done, connecting and disconnecting is as simple as a voice command. That’s a nice bit of convenience added to my day.
I’m also happy to see my nephew getting a lot out of the book I recommended about breathing. He hasn’t finished it yet, but from what he’s told me, he’s already trying out some of the techniques mentioned. It’s good to know the book referral is making a positive impact.
We had snow today, though I have no idea how much. I wasn’t interested in venturing outside, especially since the snow was mixed with rain at one point. I didn’t want to risk a run-in with a snowplow, either. So, yeah, I stayed indoors.
I’m glad I trusted my instincts about the weather yesterday; otherwise, I would have ordered pizza today instead of yesterday. That wouldn’t have been a great drive for the delivery guy now, “Would it?”
During today’s meditation, I attempted to find a symbol for intimacy. Strangely, the image of a red 18-inch Toro push mower appeared in my mind’s eye.
I used to resurrect old mowers when I lived in Vernon; a married woman (whose husband was oddly supportive of me sleeping with her if I’d actually decided I wanted to) would bring them to me from a landfill in New York State. I fixed them up and used them before selling them.
What does that have to do with intimacy? “I’m not sure!”
We never did sleep together. But I always dreamed of mowers, small ride-on-tractors and snow blowers before she even called to tell me she had another push mower for me to revive. “How intimate is that?”
Moving on now… I haven’t accomplished much work online today, but overall, the last day or so has been good. Sometimes, it’s the little affirmations and odd connections that make things feel right. As long as it all doesn’t go to my head, “I’ll be ok.”