Not 10 mins ago, I was almost asleep.
I say 'almost' because I was comfortable, very relaxed, yet starving. Stomach was growling, a nagging in the back of my mind to get something.
My mind was teetering in and out of complete consciousness and half out of it, boarding that blissful train to dreamland.
Half way on the train... You know how sometimes, you'll get a random muscle spasm? In your leg or arm or shoulder or whatever? You just flinch, or move? Maybe shudder or something? Half way on the train, I had what I would assume was a muscle spasm in my shoulder.
At the exact same time my shoulder 'spasm'd backwards, like someone was pulling on it... I saw a hand land on my shoulder, and tug it.
It was so fast I almost missed it myself.
Small hand. A woman's hand, for sure.
I think it was my Grandma.
Very warm, very comforting. I wasn't at all frightened or alarmed in any way.
Before I could place whose hand it was, I got the message. As I was getting out of my bed, slinging my legs over the sides I said out loud, "Okay, I get it, I'll eat."
Ironic it would be a grandparent, isn't it? Maybe not so much.
Oh, Grandma. How I miss you so.
Now I'll actually be able to sleep through the night.
A very interesting moment. I've never had that experience coupled with spirit direction (what I assume it was) before. Very interesting.
Very like my Grandma, too.
I had to document that here for everyone, for myself so I remember to journal it tomorrow morning.
The fear of spirit is lessening, so that's good. As I've said before, it wasn't ever the classic 'fear' as I've probably described. It was fear of the unexpected way something would show. What it could be. What could happen. Not ever necessarily the event or presence itself.
And with the house walk through I'll be getting to go on with Wendy in a couple days or so, I'm sure I'll feel even more confident. In myself, and my secured way of doing things. And, of course, spirit.
The other night I had a dream that was very interesting. For the first time ever, I controlled the dream.
I've gotten woken up, woke myself up, had people wake me up, talked to different people, went different places, been taken different places, but never on my own accord. Always by Lucy or with help from my angels and guides.
I believe I may have even seen myself in a past life, good
I looked into a mirror and saw me looking like some curly haired blonde woman in different clothing. It was odd.
There was another woman in a portion of my dream who I realized didn't have the absolute correct hair color. So, I changed it. And kept changing it. Once I realized I was doing it, I kept going. Color, style, everything. Just for fun.
It's been a very relaxing, interesting, yet passionate (half way done with writing season 1 of the webseries) week so far.
I wish you all a similar week!