A Visit From My Guru

Being visited in your dreams by a spiritual master is huge. I feel so lucky and well, maybe transcended a bit. It started by me finding myself at Rajneesh's feet. It was a lucid dream so immediately I prostrated myself, my hair long like it was in Pune, India. It streamed over the marbel floor of Buddha Hall.

"Osho" I cried, "I didn't take sannyas at the Ashram, are you disappointed?"
"My Child" Osho clasped his hands together in Namaste and bowed towards me. "You were young and in love, how could I be disappointed with this?"
"Master, I need you now more then ever. It will be so hard, the challenge I have in front of me."
Osho wispered in my ear "My Child. Don't forget all the work that you did with me. You will have many challenges in this lifetime, and much bliss, all of which will be intertwined. Do not worry my devotee, you are always welcomed home, as well as yours, that which will visit me soon."
He then blew me a kiss, with both hands, and a thousand birds were flying towards me and carried me back to my bed, soft as the feathers of a dove.

Fetishes

In my dreams last night I found myself in a cheap motel parking lot. It was dark outside and sensing the element of danger I quickly attempted to remove my bags from my car. I felt a tender stroking of my left ankle and alarmed, glanced down to see a small oriental man crouched by my feet, completely enthralled with them. I jumped back and shouted what the #%*^&@*#!!!! are you doing. "Please" he pleaded with me, "please let me touch them".

Haunted Wardrobe

Recently my friend Monique has been staying with me and its been really fun. Last night about 3 AM she crawls into bed with me because she was frightened. I took this very seriously, not unlike myself, Monique is sensitive to the world of the dead, she's had many experiences with those that have passed on. So against my better judgement I went downstairs to investigate. Sure enough, there is a strange knocking coming from my garage in which the infamous haunted wardrobe resides. I went back upstairs and we huddled under the covers (with my dog Pasha who was also scared) as I told her the wardrobe's eerie past which I will share with you now.

About 6 years ago I was on a quest to find a vintage wardrobe in which I could keep my costumes, preferably from the late 20's Art Deco period. I found several but most were either out of my price range or in poor condition. Then one day my friend Mary called me, she was very excited and she wanted me to know about an estate sale in San Luis that she was at. They had several old Art Deco wardrobes. So I skidattled my way down there and found the wardrobe that was soon to wreak havoc on my life.

The wardrobe I choose was significantly lower then the others and the estate seller said it was because she didn't own a key to it but could perhaps include a skeleton key that would work, (I declined and later regretted it). It was beautiful walnut burl with Egyptian Revival handles and inside had the original rack , small shelf and most fabulous of all,the original smoky glass mirror. We got it home and put it into the bedroom and there it stood in all its glory, fabulous but empty. Soon the trouble started. I couldn't sleep at night because of the ringing noise coming from the wardrobe. I wasn't sure if I was dreaming the sound since once becoming fully awake and sitting in bed, it would stop immediatly. It became worse, so we decided to move it to the living room, where it still remained empty. The wardrobe remained the center of many a nightmare. Andrew experienced it too although he heard what sounded like a very loud flute sound coming from it, (being a floutist I figured he would know). Soon the doors refused to remain shut at night and were often found flung open in the morning. To make a very long story short, after Andrew refused to get rid of it (after lugging the huge thing to Los Osos in the 1st place) I tried to appease the spirit by putting my bellydance costumes in it. I also included an old flapper costume I wore for Halloween one year. It worked! She was appeased until now 6 years later that my ghost friendly girlfriend has moved in. What now? Some jazz music to play inside it, a very cozy seance, is she wanting to party or something? I'm spooked!

My Dreams, Visions, and Nightmares

Note large orb to the left of me and the two on the right....spooky!