I dreamed I was to be in a play that was a mix of my real life and fiction. I was in the role of the bride, but I was late to the performance. My costume was a sleeveless white wedding gown and white shoes. The dress wasn’t pretty; it was baggy.
Ideas and inspirations seem to fall from the sky when we are driving, showering, walking, or otherwise occupied. They seem to elude us when we are on a deadline or on task to create on demand.
Is it just me, or is the world much more depressing than it used to be? I remember that in past decades, the world used to be a little more fun to live in. What’s going on? — Janeen, email question
Keto’s guardian: Hi, Kim. I have an eleven-year-old male Bichon Poo. I adopted him about two years ago, when he was nine. His name is Keto. He lost his eyesight in both eyes a year ago.
September 1: The foundation of my life is being mute when I choose to be quiet to make a point (goldenseal). Censorship is when someone tries to silence me. A pinyon tree is covered with birds.
Blessings and welcome to Akashic Answers. This month, I am reviewing the amazing insights I have received about water and our oceans and the messages I have given to some of my clients.
There is something supremely mystical about the sound of the Native American flute. It has a special way of transporting us to other realms. Russ Jones is an award-winning, self-taught flutist and composer known for his captivating flute music.
To awaken your heart center, which is your fourth chakra, you need to get to know yourself better, honor yourself more fully, and spend enjoyable quality time with yourself, but above all, you must learn to love yourself unconditionally.
Blessings and welcome to Akashic Answers. I will reveal information regarding the lion’s gate this month and how it affects our akashic records in the new alignment of Aquarius.
Violet: I often put a leash on my cat, Ebony. He’s thirteen years old, and I always walk him down a country road. In the past couple of weeks, I’ve noticed something very odd on these walks. There’s this raven who follows us, not too close, just close enough.
