Last night was the first in nine that I haven”t spent with Angus.\r\nI suppose I ”could” use my skills to keep the whole thing going, but I”ve done my best not to manipulate the experience in anyway, and…in a sense the whole interaction has thrown me off, and distracted me from other things. It”s caused me to wax selfish. Or, at least focus more on myself then I have time for, which is packed…full of dilemmas .\r\n\r\nSo, did I have a nice nights sleep? A quiet, well-deserved break? Hmm…right.\r\n\r\nLike any nine night vacation away from work…things piled up. Last night was craziness, and very two-fold. Spent all night doing healings and release work. Started out with random individuals in the dark, then moved into an old school house where there”d been a fire…and plenty of children seeking guidance. Went through an entire historic hospital (somewhere) that”s since been turned in a large B&B/resort/historic center thing; I don”t know, but it was filled with people in need of help. I”ve worked with only a few hospitals, and all of them are stuffed with trapped souls. So many disincarnate beings wandering the halls, waiting to be cured, and sent home.\r\n\r\nFrom the time I shut my eyes last night at 11:30 till I woke up this morning at 4:30 it”s been nonstop. Convincing folks they”re dead is draining enough. The hands on healing on top of that is way a lot of energy put out. Sitting here feeling like I haven”t slept in days.\r\n\r\nPeppered between all the work were very strange moments of unease. I moved through every family member…suffering a short while on all these feelings of failure, disappointment, guilt, lost time, and inadequacy. Not sure what that”s about exactly. Moved through many past friendships, and oddly enough (to cap it off)…also moved through some less animate things that I must have residue about. Like, a handful of old houses that I”ve wanted to own throughout my life. Just standing in front of them feeling overwhelming sadness & loss; houses that are long gone, but there energy still remains in some great longing to be loved. Maybe I should have done a lot more healing last night then I did, but I was so worn out (and still a little distracted), and……all I could find to do was stand there, and feel these pangs of discomfort as fully as possible. I woke up a few dozen times throughout the night, feeling increasingly sullen each time.\r\n\r\nThe last moments of the night were rounded off with another healing; this time on the Earth…which I”ve never been presented with before. I was walking down some large, ornately wooded corridor, and wound up in something of small library. Sitting at a round table were four children (12, maybe 13 years of age)…two boys, two girls, all of different ethnicities. In the center of the table was a globe, and each child had a collection of various crystals and gemstones that they were holding in their hands, whilst focusing on particular places on the globe.\r\n\r\nThey said very little. All telepathically. I just heard words like, “Citrine, Nepal”, “Amethyst, Dafur”, “Onyx, Boston”, “Jade, Cambodia”.\r\nThere wasn”t a feeling of satisfaction from the children, more frustration…like they”d had this great idea to group heal the world, and got caught up in a never-ending struggle they seemed to be losing themselves in. I got them to all hold hands with me, and we laid them over the small spinning Earth in the center of the table, and focused our energy. While I was conducting the healing…there was a voice in the back of my head that was not too positive of the outcome….something like, “are you sure?” There were a few seconds of doubt, but not enough to leave the children to their unfulfilling task, and walk away. It was all already in motion.\r\n\r\nThere was crazy energy moving through us. A huge channel that sucked immense amounts of current straight through us. Like those vampire movies…during ”the change” when the new vampire can”t let go of their willing host. Anyway…it lasted only a moment, but felt like eternity. Then, we watched as the polar caps completely melted away, and the whole globe took on a new flooded pattern, of less land mass. Our hands fell way, and the room we were standing in began to sway…like the deck of a ship, with the table and chairs sliding this way and that. We turned to look out the windows of the room we were in; one second a view of the outdoors, the next second a view from deep under water. The world flooded so quickly, the building we were in floated for a moment, and then immediately descended beneath it all.\r\n\r\nI was rounding up the children by the hand, as the room filled with water. It wasn”t a panicked, end of life type feeling…more, a cool, calming, refreshing feeling; hydrating to say the least. And by the time I got hold of the children, and we moved to a door to escape…the water was receding. I assume that these children, being of a certain skill set, are capable of breathing under water as well…but the time between the flooding and the return to somewhat normal levels of sea water…didn”t require anything more then an average holding of breath. It was that quick.\r\n\r\nWe crawled out into the street…the building now laying on its side. Everything was tumbled and turned over. Everything lighter then a large house was gone; cars, benches, post boxes, large swaths of road, etc….swept away. The people however, remained. A good number of them anyway; and animals. And…trees. It seemed that everything ”natural” (alive…in the sense of things with *soul* still remained), and all that was artificial was gone. So…whether it was an actual hydro-cleansing, or metaphoric symbolism for some healing, liquid, divine energy?!? I don”t know. There was just this unfathomable amount of calm in everything. Was a nice way to end the night, but still……….so incredibly dog-tired right now!\r\n\r\nI could go back to sleep, but………\r\nthis year is proving pointless for sleep. Beginning to feel that the day-to-day grind is less exhausting. Strange, bcuz in a few hours I”ll be back on top of a house, in 90+ heat, installing a metal roof. 😛 Not sure who out there has ever done roofing before, BUT…definitely not what one would consider ”restful”. Cathartic maybe, but definitely not a way to recharge ones energy levels.\r\n\r\nStrange, when I stand back and look at what “I do”. From the artwork, to the rambling, to the labour, to the healing, the release………..it”s all so twisted. And, the fact that most everyone I know feels constantly compelled to insist that I”m not doing enough…………..is even stranger.\r\n\r\nAbout time everyone had a “Changing of Shoes” day! I think. 😉 9-5…what”s so hard about that? Being on time? Filling orders? Voiding out? It”s craziness. But, that”s a whole other rant I”ll save you from.