March 25, 2010

We've driven home and then back again to Florida. Plagued by anxiety and angst over our upcoming depositions, I didn't pay much attention to the road on the way home. On the way South again, however, I became engrossed in the passing countryside. Once we hit Kentucky, I started oohing and aahing. Kentucky is such a beautiful state - I would have loved to spent some time adventuring here. The terrain became more contoured and interesting. "Isn't this beautiful?" I exclaim. The engineer beside me responds - "typical-limestone-formation." My romantic...we did just see the same thing, didn't we?

Then - just as we were discussing it on the phone - we passed the Louisville Airport on our right. This is the site of an important UFO incident last year - witnessed by multiple, highly credible witnesses....an event that the FAA apparently doesn't want anyone to talk about.

Moving away from the city, the white-petaled crabtree seems showy and special among the greenery. Then on to Tennessee - birthplace of my dear sister, Joannie. We have Joannie's ashes with us and I can't help but think of her.

In Tennessee, we picked up a new element. Slender fingers of lacy plum/orchid branches poke out here and there. Not sure what this tree is but the color is almost indescribable and definitely wasn't blooming two weeks ago.

My childhood memories of trips to the South include signs for Burma Shave and Rock City, back-road stands highlighting chenille bedspreads, old barns with pictures of tobacco products, firebrand preachers on the radio and a slight concern about having a "Northern" license plate. Why am I surprised that they're all gone? Unlike Wisconsin with a bar on every city corner, churches seem to be the thing here. Were also hearing a bit more country twang on the radio and have seen a few confederate flags. A trip to the grocery store reveals gizzards and cans of every kind of bean, pea and greens.

We're surprised at how much we both missed our RV. Our Tempur~pedic mattress is at the top of both of our lists and the Cusinart coffee-maker is high on mine but really, we just missed the whole thing. All signs of "road incidents" have been repaired and we're good to go. I don't like the short distance between campers at the typical RV parks but then again, once we're on the road, the whole country is our back yard.

Once in Florida, we saw rusty-red buds popping out on the trees. At first I hoped it might be the Golmahar tree of Farmville fame but the shape of the tree was wrong. Now in Louisiana, yellow plants - wild mustard? - dot the roadside. Our MUFON friend, Robert, has promised us "beaucoups bluebonnets" - the state flower of Texas - once we arrive.

I'm working on finishing up my controlled remote viewing practice sessions in anticipation of my class. Paul sends me a picture of the actual "target" after I e-mail him the session...and I always hold my breath to see how close I came. The last one I did was interesting. After you write down the co-ordinate number, ideogram and structure, you start describing the colors, shapes, textures, tastes, smells and sounds of the place. Then you start sketching. As you go along, ideas will pop into your head as to what the target might be. This is called Analytical Overlay (AOL) and you need to write down what you thought of - in order to validate it and put it aside. Typically, the farther along you get in the session, the Analytical Overlay becomes more like the actual target. In my last session, I drew a tower type structure with one line coming into it and several lines glancing off. My last AOL was a cell phone repeater tower. In my summary, I said "it feels as though there is something glancing off of the building - perhaps light." The target was a windmill in Spain. It's hard to know what you might be sensing...for one thing, you can be seeing something from any angle whatsoever or picking up on one particular feature. In one of my sessions I said that I couldn't see whether there was a dip or chasm ahead. Paul responded that then I should have moved to a different vantage point. I suppose this all comes with practice. It's a very eerie feeling when you're "on." Everyone can do this....if you can overcome the dominating, logical left side of the brain. I know my left brain will be compressed into mush soon in the intense experience ahead.

I'll let you know how the classes went after 4/6.

Vicki