had a dream about an old partner, Jim.

In this dream we were happy to see each other. He took me to an old farm house, where a relative of his once lived. The man had died and we were inside the house. He said he had a gift to give me. I held the statue and recieved psychic images of the man's death. he died somehow by being suck in a quick sand type of mud/clay, in a basement of his home.

I quickly shared my visions and kept most of the emotional baggage that expelled from the statue to myself and just sent it to the light.

Jim showed the statue to me, inside was something that I do not quick recall right now and did not seem to hold much for it. What I do recall was telling him we need a candle and light it for good hope for the man.

We left together and went about our way, like good friends, enjoying each others company. Respecting each other and ourselves.

There was a skip or something in this dream.

Now Richard and Jim met each other, the three of us became great friends and all were happy.

* upon waking up, thoughts drifted through my mind softly and lightly, they included the negatives are not effecting your perceptions as the crystal grid is shielding you from the thoughts of those that would psychically project negatives are being cancelled out, you are shielded.

dl.