Today I am thankful that I make notes of the little sensations I have during slow moments.
At around 11:11, I felt an old presence next to me. I felt the sensation of someone tussling my hair and felt a kiss on my forehead.
In a moment it was gone.
I've had these sensations in the past when people I've loved had passed.
As of this writing, I know of no one who is dying.
That's not true, I have a half-sister who is dying. I've never met her. When we were kids, she refused to speak to me. She reached out a couple of months ago but I've not been able to connect with her given school and work. She's my age. It's upsetting for me to realize that my birth stole her father away from her. He was married to her mother legitimately. He lied about his name on the marriage certificate with my mom. As hard as my life was, it's hard to imagine the pain my sister is in.
I need to carve out a day to spend time with her.
My aunt had a near death experience two weeks ago. I work for her doctor and I know he'll do everything in his power to keep her alive. She's alive and kicking now....I mean truly, obnoxiously kicking.
I am at a loss as to who my subconscious mind is worried about.
I'm fairly certain recognize the presence.
It was male.
I could be wrong.
I pray it was a fluke.
Love ya,
S.
Edit: Sunday 11/11/2018 (in numerology, the date translates to 11-11-11) It's Sunday. I've visited the pagan store, bought my ritual oils and am praying. I know numerous people in California. Some have not checked in since the wildfires. I'm nearing the point of reaching out to each and every silent friend I have out there.
It'll break my heart if someone I care about is spending time at a shelter tonight and living in fear and discomfort.
Love you lots,
Siegfred
Edit: Thursday 11/15/18 - so far, so good. Nearly everyone is accounted for. Whew!
It's good to be wrong.
Hugs,
S.