I know that LE needs Susan’s body, so this was the main focus or intention for this meditation. This information, while not what I was really looking for came when I was in deep. But I don’t know that it will be very useful.
1. I see a big, burly man. His teeth are yellowed and bad. Some are either missing or his teeth are spaced wide apart. He has his head thrown back and he is putting food in his mouth. He seems to be gloating about something. He’s big, big fingers. Really grubby, unshaven. I think I caught sight of something around his head, like a bandana. He reminded me of a biker more than anything.
2. I see this young, dark-haired woman. Her hair is straight. 30’s maybe. She is holding a child and her face rests against the child’s head. Child has dark hair. She is comforting the child. I think it’s a little boy. I didn’t sense that the woman is the boy’ mother.
3. After I come out slightly from this last image, I say, Susan where are you. Where are you? Where’s your body? The next thing I get is a woman’s voice. She hums three notes, there’s a slight pause in between the first hum and the second hum, then the third him comes quickly. So it would be:Hm……..Hm..Hm Montana. When I came out to remember this, I was a little reoccupied. I thought, this isn’t my clue. This is M's (name withheld) clue and it’s a song, too. But I just let those thoughts go and dropped back in.
4. I get Pony Express Highway and I see some sort of rest stop or pullover along side the road. It looks fairly remote. There's some sort of building or something there. And a sign or a post with a sign on it. I can't quite make out what I'm seeing.
5. Then it sounds like a full band, and a song. I can hear this male voice singing this line. It’s one of a of couple things. “I won’t hate you anymore, or You won’t hate me anymore,” or something like that. But it was a song with full accompaniment behind it.
6. This little child steps out and faces me, but the child is completely black, like in silhouette. I can’t see any details or features whatsoever but she was back lit. There was a lot of light behind her. It reminded me of the lights of a semi-truck for some reason although I never saw a truck. The child is a little girl. Her hair flips up a little on the sides and she is wearing dress. I can see these outlines clearly. It seems like she is standing in the middle of a road or highway. It was a little surreal, like she might be deceased already.
I know where was a lot more. And at one point it seemed like I was retrieving other information from a dream or another vision, but it never materialized. At one point I came out and it felt like I had been in for a long time. And I couldn’t pull anything back with me. This was all about an hour which surprised me. Just a moment ago, while writing this, I remembered something else. Sorry, it's gone. What's most obvious to me is that what I got are the same or similar to what others have gotten. I don't know if this is good news or bad news.
Okay I just remembered what seemed to be the last thing I got.
I saw Maria. She is my night chef. It went through my head that she was leaving work at 8pm, early. Then I remembered that it wasn't Maria, it was Eduardo or someone else that wanted to do this. Then I remembered that it was Eduardo who left early last night. But there was still confusion in my mind about who was who and what time of day it was and if this was going to happen or if it had already happened. I really wrestled with this in my own mind. I seemed utterly confused and out of kilter. When I came out of this, I realized that this was part of my vision and not a real-life circumstance. **Note: This just made me feel so confused about time, what time of day it was, what really happened to whom, and who said what. Reminds me of someone who is trying so hard to get a handle on what's really happening. This continues to be how Susan presents herself to me.
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Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
25 March 2010 - 8-Naker Vision
25 March 2010 - Vision
I saw a type-written paragraph and I thought it was something that had been written on a computer. I wasn't sure if I had written it or someone else had written it. I only read the first word. My dogs started barking and I got jolted out of that place. But the word was simply this: 8-naker. That's all I could read.
A good friend and woman I work with on missing persons related cases, noticed that the word Naker, unscrambled, spells Kearn. Another woman working on the Susan Powell case has gotten a strong clue of a Public Storage Unit called Kearns Public Storage. So I am wondering now if this 8-naker that I saw has something to do with the Public Storage Unit behind the Kearns Shopping Center in Kearns, Utah.
I saw a type-written paragraph and I thought it was something that had been written on a computer. I wasn't sure if I had written it or someone else had written it. I only read the first word. My dogs started barking and I got jolted out of that place. But the word was simply this: 8-naker. That's all I could read.
A good friend and woman I work with on missing persons related cases, noticed that the word Naker, unscrambled, spells Kearn. Another woman working on the Susan Powell case has gotten a strong clue of a Public Storage Unit called Kearns Public Storage. So I am wondering now if this 8-naker that I saw has something to do with the Public Storage Unit behind the Kearns Shopping Center in Kearns, Utah.
Monday, March 22, 2010
22 March 2010 - Kim's Epcot Dream
22 March 2010 Epcot Dream
I am not sure what this dream/vision/experience is about, if it's about me or about Susan Powell. Susan Powell is the young mother of two that was last seen on 7 December 2009 from West Valley City, Utah. I have had a number of dreams this month that seem to be about this beautiful missing young mother.
Dream or whatever it was:
I am laying in this really large area in what seems to be this huge movie theatre. Oh God it feels so good to lay here like this. and this blanket feels so good. I never want to move from here. I am so incredibly tired and my head is throbbing. I still feel sick. I am at the Epcot. I am at Epcot. Oh it feels so good here I never want to get up. Epcot Epcot. I've never been to Epcot. What is Epcot? I wonder what everyone thinks of me laying all covered up down in the front, here on the floor. I am so warm finally. It feels so good.
My head is laying on top of my leather purse....that nice soft light tan leather purse.
I begin going other places in my mind. Remembering. The movie is playing, it's so loud. Am I at Epcot or is this IMAX? I don't know. There's a huge movie screen right in front of me. I drift in and out of my memories and the movie plays on and on and on. I have so many memories. I can see them all now. Even the audience likes it. I hear them. I wonder if they see me lying down here and what they think. Maybe it's just a bunch of college kids and they wouldn't care anyway. The movie plays on and on. Whats that song that's playing, the one the girl on American Idol sang when they voted her off? My story? It's my story? The tune just plays over and over again. I wish I knew the words. I like this song. Over and over and over again. I begin to hum with the music.
I should go. I should go. Oh I see him he's screaming (her oldest, little dark-haired boy) he keeps screaming. I need to go. Oh no, I need to go. My children.
I get up and run out the side doors of the theatre. Oh my God. I am outside now. It looks like an entire city out here. And I am so high up. Epcot is so big. So many theatres. So big. Everything turns white suddenly. It's like a white out on a mountaintop when you're snow skiing. Then everything comes into focus again. I don't know what that was. And I am in a different place in Epcot now. I don't know how that happened. I need to go back where I was, get under the blanket, and sleep. That was so nice. I am still so tired. But where's the theatre I was in? I forgot my purse. Why did I leave everything behind. I need to go back and get my things. I want to see my kids.
At this point in all this, I go back inside the side door of a theatre as people are coming out. The movie has ended.
I am so glad I got back in time, to the right place. My stuff is probably still lying on the floor in the front. I am here in time, I think. My stuff is probably still here. I am going up the stairs against the flow of those who are exiting. i am sure I will see my stuff lying on the floor where I left them. Why didn't I just take everything with me? That's unlike me. I should have taken everything with me the first time. What was I thinking?
When I get inside, the floor is empty as if I was never there. No, it's the wrong theatre. I just have to find the right theatre. I just have to find where I was and everything will be okay.
I leave this theatre, only I head for one of the tiers that leads up to what I think is the hallway, the inside hallway where all the doors are to all the movie theatres. For some reason I shield my eyes because there's a light that's blinding me, but then the theatre is darkened, I notice, and I don't really know why I am shielding my eyes. I try to find my way up the stairs to the other door, the lobby door. They are all Asian in this theatre, and it's packed. Must be a good movie. I get out the door. Omg. Epcot is so big. I don't know where i am. Where am I? Where is everyone? I just want to go back to sleep on the floor. That felt so good, so warm. I am so tired. So tired. My head hurts so much. I just want to sleep. God help me, I feel so sick.
I wonder if I am really still on the floor and I never left? Why would I think such a thing? I wonder if I'm still here somewhere. I think I am. I just have to find myself again. I just have to keep looking for myself.
**Note: At some point I was the observer when she/I was leaving the
Asian filled theatre. And it wasn't me. It was a much younger woman. She had on a pair of jeans and a knit, light gray turtleneck sweater. She had brown hair. My hair is silver and I am much, much older. And she was a little beefier than I am, well her thighs were anyway. Then I was her again and not the observer.
End.
This experience happened today while I napped. This was one of those dreams or visions that I could not get free from. It's like it had a hold on me. It was very strange. I felt like I was Susan or at least someone other than myself. And it seemed as though I was dead perhaps or dying. I didn't necessarily think this while I was experiencing this, though. Rather, it was after I finally woke up that I thought this might explain why all this happened. And I was having this life review or remembering my life in some way. And that haunting song continued to play throughout. My Story, I think it was called. The Idol loser, that real cute girl with the reddish hair who lost. She sang it. That song was playing throughout all this.
I am not sure what this dream/vision/experience is about, if it's about me or about Susan Powell. Susan Powell is the young mother of two that was last seen on 7 December 2009 from West Valley City, Utah. I have had a number of dreams this month that seem to be about this beautiful missing young mother.
Dream or whatever it was:
I am laying in this really large area in what seems to be this huge movie theatre. Oh God it feels so good to lay here like this. and this blanket feels so good. I never want to move from here. I am so incredibly tired and my head is throbbing. I still feel sick. I am at the Epcot. I am at Epcot. Oh it feels so good here I never want to get up. Epcot Epcot. I've never been to Epcot. What is Epcot? I wonder what everyone thinks of me laying all covered up down in the front, here on the floor. I am so warm finally. It feels so good.
My head is laying on top of my leather purse....that nice soft light tan leather purse.
I begin going other places in my mind. Remembering. The movie is playing, it's so loud. Am I at Epcot or is this IMAX? I don't know. There's a huge movie screen right in front of me. I drift in and out of my memories and the movie plays on and on and on. I have so many memories. I can see them all now. Even the audience likes it. I hear them. I wonder if they see me lying down here and what they think. Maybe it's just a bunch of college kids and they wouldn't care anyway. The movie plays on and on. Whats that song that's playing, the one the girl on American Idol sang when they voted her off? My story? It's my story? The tune just plays over and over again. I wish I knew the words. I like this song. Over and over and over again. I begin to hum with the music.
I should go. I should go. Oh I see him he's screaming (her oldest, little dark-haired boy) he keeps screaming. I need to go. Oh no, I need to go. My children.
I get up and run out the side doors of the theatre. Oh my God. I am outside now. It looks like an entire city out here. And I am so high up. Epcot is so big. So many theatres. So big. Everything turns white suddenly. It's like a white out on a mountaintop when you're snow skiing. Then everything comes into focus again. I don't know what that was. And I am in a different place in Epcot now. I don't know how that happened. I need to go back where I was, get under the blanket, and sleep. That was so nice. I am still so tired. But where's the theatre I was in? I forgot my purse. Why did I leave everything behind. I need to go back and get my things. I want to see my kids.
At this point in all this, I go back inside the side door of a theatre as people are coming out. The movie has ended.
I am so glad I got back in time, to the right place. My stuff is probably still lying on the floor in the front. I am here in time, I think. My stuff is probably still here. I am going up the stairs against the flow of those who are exiting. i am sure I will see my stuff lying on the floor where I left them. Why didn't I just take everything with me? That's unlike me. I should have taken everything with me the first time. What was I thinking?
When I get inside, the floor is empty as if I was never there. No, it's the wrong theatre. I just have to find the right theatre. I just have to find where I was and everything will be okay.
I leave this theatre, only I head for one of the tiers that leads up to what I think is the hallway, the inside hallway where all the doors are to all the movie theatres. For some reason I shield my eyes because there's a light that's blinding me, but then the theatre is darkened, I notice, and I don't really know why I am shielding my eyes. I try to find my way up the stairs to the other door, the lobby door. They are all Asian in this theatre, and it's packed. Must be a good movie. I get out the door. Omg. Epcot is so big. I don't know where i am. Where am I? Where is everyone? I just want to go back to sleep on the floor. That felt so good, so warm. I am so tired. So tired. My head hurts so much. I just want to sleep. God help me, I feel so sick.
I wonder if I am really still on the floor and I never left? Why would I think such a thing? I wonder if I'm still here somewhere. I think I am. I just have to find myself again. I just have to keep looking for myself.
**Note: At some point I was the observer when she/I was leaving the
Asian filled theatre. And it wasn't me. It was a much younger woman. She had on a pair of jeans and a knit, light gray turtleneck sweater. She had brown hair. My hair is silver and I am much, much older. And she was a little beefier than I am, well her thighs were anyway. Then I was her again and not the observer.
End.
This experience happened today while I napped. This was one of those dreams or visions that I could not get free from. It's like it had a hold on me. It was very strange. I felt like I was Susan or at least someone other than myself. And it seemed as though I was dead perhaps or dying. I didn't necessarily think this while I was experiencing this, though. Rather, it was after I finally woke up that I thought this might explain why all this happened. And I was having this life review or remembering my life in some way. And that haunting song continued to play throughout. My Story, I think it was called. The Idol loser, that real cute girl with the reddish hair who lost. She sang it. That song was playing throughout all this.
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