<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4070351945047216095</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:24:55.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Small Gift</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmallgift.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4070351945047216095/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmallgift.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Olde Dame Penniwig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871888334179316997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVwJzhizlDs/TKdrkhRnXAI/AAAAAAAAEXI/do8L6N-mB7I/S220/meavi2010.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4070351945047216095.post-4381014012622694107</id><published>2011-09-09T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T16:07:05.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glimpses and A Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;All sorts of things have been happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I have been very flustered. Between the psychic life and the regular life, things have been odd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was so appalled by hearing about bad seers that I went overboard the other way, and just about extinguished my gift. I was moping around, and nervous, and miserable in general. Lucky for me, two friends from the Internet contacted me and set me back on the right path. The path of respect for whatever this small gift is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;While I was in my confused mood and fearful to admit to "seeing" anything ever again, I received a strong vibe to research Carson City, Nevada. I had not thought of Carson City since fourth grade, when we learned the state capitals. But the urge to look at it was overwhelming. I thought, "Am I supposed to move there? Why am I seeing 'Carson City' again and again?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So I looked at it. For two days, I read about it, used Google street view, and looked at houses on Zillow. I looked at crime stats and had the thought, "Crime can happen anywhere, but it seems okay."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Then the IHOP shooting took place. I did not foresee the shooting in any way, but I was concentrating intensely on CC in the two days before it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Why? I still don't know if CC was brought to mind because of the terrible tragedy that was to occur, or if it is part of my path and maybe my new home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;I'm just a little ol' grey-haired gal. Why do I get these glimpses, vibes, and messages?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Two weeks ago, I interviewed for a job. I knew I had the job. I knew it, knew it. Then, suddenly, as I left the building, I passed a man coming into the office, and suddenly I knew, "I will not get that job, as it will go to that man's choice, but later, it will be offered to me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Once home, I got an email telling me someone else was chosen. But I knew this was temporary and told my husband and son, "The person they hired will quit, and they will offer me that job next week or so."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Earlier today, the phone rang. "They are calling to offer me that job," I told my husband. Yes. It was so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I do not know why I get these "warnings" or "glimpses" of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today I was also talking about earthquakes and Whidbey Island. You can see Vancouver Island from Whidbey, and there was a quake there today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I also don't know why I don't consistently "see" things. But I do know, it take a tremendous amount of energy to gear myself up to receive. Sometimes I shirk from it. Seeing departed souls of animals and people are the very most &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;difficult to face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nonetheless, I have received a message t&lt;u&gt;o the owner of a pure white dog&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that disappeared approximately 16 years ago. Casey, or KC is what she called herself, very beautiful dog, very dark eyes. Casey says she was found over 1,500 miles from home and adopted and loved and has now passed. Her spirit is travelling and she is not travelling back to her first owner's area, but wished the message passed. She is headed to Japan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4070351945047216095-4381014012622694107?l=asmallgift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4070351945047216095/posts/default/4381014012622694107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4070351945047216095/posts/default/4381014012622694107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmallgift.blogspot.com/2011/09/glimpses-and-message.html' title='Glimpses and A Message'/><author><name>Olde Dame Penniwig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871888334179316997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVwJzhizlDs/TKdrkhRnXAI/AAAAAAAAEXI/do8L6N-mB7I/S220/meavi2010.png'/></author></entry></feed>
