I don’t often sleep for so many hours, but last night I clocked 9 and somewhere in the middle had the most extraordinary time traveling dream.
Friends and fellow Quantum Healers and I were taking a trip! We walked, we hiked, we had cars and trains and even a dune buggy that seemed to adapt to water travel. There were so many of us, but I had the most interaction with dear friends and sisters Donna McMurtry and Diana Adair.
All along our route we would encounter many people who had entered what might seem like a “traffic circle” just off the main route. We would pause to greet old friends and new, and even some family as they went round and round in their circles. Some would lament that they were valiantly trying to catch up with us, but they couldn’t manage.
We did witness some of these people exit out of the circle and join us on the “road” but they were not as common as those going in circles. We even witnessed a few people simply lift up out of their vehicles and float quite the distance ahead of us- and we would wave and tell them we would see them soon.
When we arrived at the water’s edge is when the bright blue dune buggy showed up. Somehow this was “my” vehicle but I asked that Diana drive the 3 of us for a while. I admit to being breathless at times asking Diana point blank if she always drove so fast! She laughed good naturedly as she easily maneuvered around slower traffic. We seemed to skip across the beautiful blue water like a well tossed skipping stone.
All during our travels we marveled at the obvious fact that we were very definitively having an experience where we could clearly see ourselves and our friends and family on a timeline continuum. We marveled at the fact that once you could see the timeline, it became so much easier to navigate. As an example, so many people circling off to the side of the timeline had really no idea that their looping thoughts and repetitive actions were keeping them “in the same place.” There were a few other “obstacles” like hills and mud and such along the line that operated in somewhat the same fashion.
I woke up still somewhat breathless from my last remembered scene while speeding along in the water dune buggy. It almost felt like I could still feel the water spray on my face.
As I pondered the dream I got myself up to face my Monday. In the kitchen I got my water glass to make electrolyte water to start my day. Something that I have done for a very long time. We typically keep a small jar of powder right on the counter as my father’s care providers use the same to keep him hydrated. I knew we were getting to the bottom of that jar, and actually, it is in my day’s plans to get a couple more when I am out today.
But I could not find it. No where on any of the counters could I locate the jar. Sometimes we do put it in the pantry, but typically only on cleaning day. Nope, not in the pantry. Not in any of the cabinets near the stove. “Well,” I thought, “It was almost empty, but I used it myself last night before bed. Where could it have gone?” I looked two and three times in all the likely places really confused… but shrugged it off and went about the rest of my morning.
I decided to go ahead and make some coffee, but this was utterly out of my habit pattern. I liked to rehydrate before drinking coffee. But I had given up looking… made coffee, turned on the latest episode of “The Telepathy Tapes” and started feeding the dogs and cats. This episode was a conversation about the predictive power of consciousness. As always this podcast was a fascinating listen and it had me think even more deeply about timelines and all the mysteries of consciousness and reality itself.
After setting the last dish of cat food down in the back bedroom I came back into the kitchen, still wondering where that jar of electroytes might be. And when I walked in, there it was right in the middle of the counter, not near any other object, front and center. There was even a few grains of purple (it was a grape flavor) strewn about the container as if it was just opened and used.
Except I did not use it and other than Dad sleeping soundly in his bed, there was no other person in my house. Its not like I keep a bunch of items on the counter. There are not many at all, and they are all up against the backsplash. The jar was out in the open, the only object that was, plain as day.
As often as these personal Mandela Effects with objects occur, they still boggle my mind and stop me in my tracks. But pretty quickly, I began to consider my time-travel dream. I think the energy of that dream and the still sleepy state surrounding me as I began my day had me on a still malleable and nebulous timeline.
I can still hear my lovely friend Diana as she recently spoke of the necessity of meditating first thing in the morning, to set her day’s goals and intentions. She has found that time just upon awakening to be ripe for potential. I think I was still in that soft, as yet unclarified time…where the nearby edges were lining up to set my own day. Interestingly enough the water in my dream, the water I wanted to create to start my day, and even the first question of my own work day (When was the last time you interviewed Emoto’s daughter?”)
Water, once again, right at the center of it all.
