maybe you were showing yourself what is real by making the sting on your palm.
I hear and believe on the other side we can create with our minds what is real.
once I felt a paper cut in real time, man it hurt, I just knew it would bleed because it was too painful to not bleed...only it didn't bleed. nothing was there. I had done something weird while I felt the cut I shouted NO! meaning I wanted to take the boo boo back, start over. not feel the pain anymore. I decided that was why it didn't bleed. I thought how weird. did I do that? power of decision? I decided if I stood there too long wondering where the blood was, that maybe I could talk myself out of this little miracle, so I just accepted, yea, I can decide things and sometimes it works! just thought what u did, and what I did seemed similar to show us something.
you gonna go with us PE on the 12th?

cool Albert. I had an intense dream once a young boy, like a son to me (I just have daughters) had a hole in his throat where they did an operation. he laid on a hospital bed...recouperating. I screamed and panicked, looking for the button when you call for a doctor or nurse, but there was no button. finally my screaming brought the doc in and he soothed me. just said the boy would not die. he'd just had an operation.

since I couldn't figure out what this dream meant, I assumed my throat chakra was being worked on in the astral. love, alysia

ROLF..pull yourself together...tee hee!

right on Mair... I just thought of another dream which has to do with opening up self expression thru the windpipe...I was with a crowd of amatuer musicians..we all wished we could play fine music but we sort of knew we just had to practice together..maybe then we would get better at this..we didn't have a leader to bring us into any kind of harmony; every had something to play..some just a couple of spoons pounded out a rythym, others an instrument maybe, some of us had these little bazookas..we all took turns doing solos, little rifts where everyone was supposed to listen to the one filling in the small silences which occurred in the music we were trying to make (darn! sounds like this board now!) ha ha! anyway when a saw a gap where I couldn't resist tooting me horn..I got stage fright. the first few notes were reaching for heaven and then as the stage fright took over they pettered out and warbled and somebody had to cover for me quickly by doing their solo...a few gaffaws and snickers I heard..lol. I told them carry on, I'm just passing thru.
it's always been hard for me to open up, but easier to open up by writing down words.

love, alysia