This afternoon, I began a meditation session around 1:00 PM and wrapped it up at 2:17 PM, using my Ocean Waves Caribbean soundtrack to set the tone. Even as I started with my usual Lord’s Prayer; a practice I’ve followed since being instructed years ago; Dad kept surfacing in my thoughts. To redirect my focus, I used the “Sleep Now” command that came to me in a vision on October 1st; it worked quickly, and Dad’s image faded away.
With the distraction set aside, I directed my attention to visualizing intimacy in my near future. I brought up the lawnmower image from a previous session and repeated affirmations like, “I am enjoying intimacy,” and, “I am healing to women who choose to be close to me.” The vivid memory of repairing mowers at my house in Vernon, NJ, resurfaced, and I found myself thinking, “I revitalize the body of any woman I’m intimate with, and the shared connection brings balance to both our chemistry.” As I imagined mowing the lawn with a repaired mower, the metaphor deepened: just as the mower brings order to the grass, meaningful intimacy fosters mutual well-being and balance. With that thought, I drifted into a vision.
In the vision, I was seated at the head of the dining room table in the Vernon house, Dad’s usual spot. My mother was there, too. The remaining light from a brilliant sun in a bitter cold clear sky was fading behind me.
She poured the remainder of a bottle of blood red wine into her glass, then placed it in front of me, saying, “Why don’t you finish this? I don’t want anymore. This stuff has to be finished once a bottle is opened, like champagne. It’s only half a glass.”
I looked at the half-full glass, laughing, and teased, “So this is why you’ve been having so much fun vacuuming the house.” She laughed as she walked away through the kitchen door.
That’s when I noticed a crack in the wineglass that ran in a straight line from top to bottom. I turned the glass so the crack faced away from me and took a sip. The wine had a pleasant fruity taste to it, which was not at all what I’d expected. I don’t care much for red wine in reality. In this particular instance though, “It was really good!”
However, I saw the glass was leaking slightly through the crack down by the stem and got up to replace it. As I made my way to the kitchen, I was blocked by a woman standing with three others who had just arrived; they were apparently my mother’s guests and still wore their coats. I waited a moment, hoping they’d notice I needed to get by, but finally asked the woman; perhaps a bit brusquely; to let me through before all the wine leaked out of my glass.
The vision ended with me opening the original kitchen cabinet over the sink (the one the house was built with), only to find all the wine glasses inside were dirty, covered with grass and mold. I stood there, considering if I should just stick with the glass I had, since the leak was slow and manageable. The scene faded as I decided in that moment that the glass I had would be ok.
Personal Interpretation: When I pulled out of this vision, I felt that my dead mother’s presence was pleasant and indicated a gift heading my way but was also signaling a warning of some sort. The vision seemed to have more than one meaning.
My immediate thought as my senses returned to normal in real-time was that the cracked and slightly leaky wineglass represented an hourglass. While the liquid inside was a pleasant gift, the fact that the glass was leaking suggested to me that it would come in the form of something I wouldn’t normally go out of my way to obtain, and that there was some sort of time limitation involved.
My other immediate thought was with regard to my dad’s health situation. His blood pressure has been up, and he told me he’s been getting headaches he’s connected with his medication. Perhaps the red wine was to represent blood and the crack in the glass a leak in the body near the brainstem? If I remember right, he’s had silent strokes in the past. “What’s going on here.”
How much of this is precognitive and how much is just my mind playing around with ideas.
If I look at it from the angle of the meditation I was working involving the lawnmower imagery when the vision started, intimacy is a definite possibility in my near future. However, it will fall more along the lines of a fling (which generally don’t last long), which is a good thing to know. “I can live with that.”
If the vision had to do with Dad, me sitting in his spot at the table, it’s out of my hands. Whatever is coming is beyond my control. This is of course assuming that something is definitely going to happen.
However, those dirty glasses in the cabinet were a symbol for something. “The solution is too time consuming and will come too late?”