Sorry this was so long, I did not do this the way you all did it, and I will do much better next time
. However, I will split it up so it is at least easier to read. And the usual disclaimer...I make no legal claims that this is really a meeting at the Monroe Crystal and it may be some sort of strange mental aberration my brain engages in, but I like having you all in my life now and I will make like this is the real thing, just to keep you from leaving.
So here is what I got, next time it will be shorter and to the point.
I see one of those picture frames where the picture is in the centre of a yellow daisy, with big petals forming the frame. The pic is of a girl, looks like a teen or young woman, smiling happily, pretty girl.
I see someone, a young woman, a different woman I think, with her sleeves pushed up, her forearm is bare, she is leaning on her computer or some books or something, her right arm stretched out across something, her head is resting on her right hand and just relaxed there. Someone is sitting across from her in a straight chair, wearing a light coloured, somewhat rag tag woollen sweater, a young guy, I get the name Ennis or Innis.
The crystal itself is flashing on and off appears to be charging itself up for some particular purpose.
This is kind of silly, but one minute I see a teacher sitting behind a desk, her glasses are a bit slanty, the old fashioned kind, she is smiling, and now she is replaced by a little cream coloured stuffed rabbit, a toy rabbit, who is wearing an upside-down daffodil on his head for a hat, the yellow petals are around his face and his ears, really cute, he is pretending to be a teacher behind the desk.
I see cartoons like on tv, someone has a mouse, a cartoon mouse by the neck, shaking it around, like Tom and Jerry cartoons.
Boxes of apples, I can smell them, they smell great, cartons of boxes stacked, full of beautiful rosy apples, the kind of crates made of thin slats, shallow boxes, stacked outside a warehouse on a loading dock or maybe on someone's porch outside.
Great big beautiful old tree in the yard, the kind that often has a swing hanging from it,
Well for some reason I am being shown how a tree's shape is so much like the shape of a nuclear bomb exploding, they both have a column going up into the sky and topped with a mushroom shape. Like a maple or elm tree, that kind of shape.
Now here is alittle girl with a cute plump little face, her hair is parted in the middle and pulled tidily away on both sides with a barrette, white and blue, on each side at the front, hair pulled back, can't see how her hair is at the back. She is sitting outside at a picnic bench just talking and enjoying herself with others.
There is the family having a summer picnic at a campground by the ocean, all the usual, buns, wieners, mustard, marshmallows, Mother has dyed red hair, short and thick and fluffy, fairly slim woman, busy buttering buns and things. Her hair is really quite red.
Now there is a young man who may be with that group, he is disabled mentally and physically, he is walking around, has a kind of sticky-up crewcut, has a great big smile, enjoying himself outside there, his arms are out in front of him in a kind of circle, his fingers are moving a lot, that particular disability we see sometimes, very happy and feeling very safe and included in all the fun.
He is wearing a checkered shirt, grey/white, black/white maybe, grey gym pants.
Crates of chickens, white plump chickens with bright red combs.
There is Mr. Rooster.
I see some colored balloons.
There is like a grandpa older gentleman, sitting at a table, wearing an expensive suit, the suit has a stiff white shirt under the suit, some kind of tuxedo maybe, suit is very pale, pale green, white flecks in it, expensive suit.
He is giving thanks at the table.
I don't know if that is a birthday cake or a birthday gift but a white square package with a beautiful violet colored ribbon around it. There is a young mother with a really sweet little baby wrapped in a blanket, sleeping with its little head on her shoulder. She has strawberry blonde hair. Looks like the girl in the daisy frame pic at the beginning.
An image of Queen Elizabeth II on her throne with her sceptre, ermine trimmed robes, crown, she is far far down a long carpet, I am looking at her from a long way back.
I see a woman who looks like Alysia. Maybe it is. Just a quick flash of her.
I am getting a smell and atmosphere of a night school classroom.
I see the explosion of a bullet through a mass of something, like at a shooting range, this is practice, I think.
I feel a strong inclination to go close to the crystal, it is so beautiful and I kneel down on the ground beside it and lean against it, both palms resting against it, resting my forehead and face on the crystal. Nice and cool.
An image of goldfish or a fishpond, maybe koi.
Someone in a long white dress, or gown, maybe a nightgown even, hanging right to floor, cotton or something, she has strawberry blonde hair, looks like she is focussing hard on something. Might be the same woman again.
I see a wooden puppet, then a golden retriever dog, sticks his nose into whatever is going on, wants to participate.
Frankenstein's monster...ok this is getting too bizarre unless I am seeing someone's tv somewhere. Trying to focus on the crystal.
Yellow spring flowers. A very beautiful bouquet of flowers, in a vase sort of fan shaped, flowers spread out in it in a fan shape, very pretty. Also a vase with a picture of an iris on it.
And there is a cheerful looking woman wearing a bib apron, white, like in a cafe kitchen, nice and clean and she has brown hair cut below her ears, sort of straight and a bang off to the right, a lovely big smile, glasses maybe not sure, tidy looking, a big pot of something she is stirring. Slim, in her 40's or 50's.
She is talking concerning Christmas food, what we eat then, the kinds of things, the mince pies, Christmas pudding, maybe I have bumped into a food channel.
I seem to be getting sent a whole bunch of love right now, I feel a big blast of love, causes my eyes to well up with tears and I choke up, (sniff) I feel like crying, a wall of love like a tidal wave just pouring in at me.. very very nice to feel so connected to someone out there, thank you so much. When I read your postings today, I notice a couple of you sent out PUL, thanks.
There is a hand with a nice leather glove on it, a woman's hand, holding a white plastic bag with something special in it, a gift for someone, she wears a nice dark brown full length coat.
Here is a romantic young couple kissing under a pretty, old, gnarled, moss covered old tree, this young man, clean shaven and brown-blond hair, dressed in a suit, a girl standing very close to him, their hands clasped together, engaged in a long meaningful kiss, she is quite a bit shorter than him. Lovely picture they make.
There is a maple syrup tree with little buckets on it. There is the young man again, he is approaching me and is reaching into his breast pocket to offer me, I think, a business card.
He has a pleasant smile, young but not naive, a shrewd young man. He can see me very clearly, this is weird. We are standing among the maple syrup trees, little buckets on the trees.
He is standing there in his suit, lights up a cigarette, just standing looking at me, maybe he is a ghost who frequents this maple syrup farm and recognizes I am out of body.
On the other hand, maybe he is one of YOU, were one of you guys kissing your girlfriend a few minutes ago ( around 7 pm PST Saturday)
Back to the chickens, these are little red hens, she is standing up on her little hen house roost just giving someone what for. Buck Bluck, Bluck.
Gotta get back to the crystal.
I am at the crystal, an older man approaching the crystal, walks with a cane, grey hair, grey beard, short and stocky, dressed in a rusty color shirt or sweater, wears slippers, going slowly toward the crystal. He seems to be thinking about Bob Monroe.
Well there is a house and the house has a red asphalt shingle roof, I think, a nice big house, the top half of the house is a soft sort of buttery pale yellow and the lower half is spring green. Got a big verandah porch on it on one side. In the distance across the plains from the house, a tornado on the horizon, may not be coming this way though. Maybe I am in Kansas.
Someone is curling on the ice, with a broom. I have to stop, this is probably not appropos anyhow, time to stop.
Vanayssa
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