Past Life Regression

Often times I feel a lack of belonging in my current place. Not just within my home, but within my life. This may seem like an odd statement, but it is a feeling that I often have. A feeling of being misplaced, almost as if I belong in a different environment or time period. Because of this I have researched past-life regression, and strongly believe that I am an "old soul", like many others in this world.

I have always had an immense fascination with items from the past. Antiques, antiques, antiques. I crave opportunities to visit museums, antique shops, and anything related to historically significant events. When I was a child I knew that I would be an archaeologist, and even now I have such a strong yearning for working in a historical museum.

Anyway, last night I took part in a past-life regression meditation and I was surprised at my findings. It was 1890 and I was surrounded by a sense of cold, stuffiness and grey towering buildings. The buildings had many points at the top of the, and I was walking down a street in between the massive buildings. I had a feeling of unhappiness and to the side of me were people struggling in the streets. I was wearing a green dress with gold trim, and hard shoes. I was blonde and ten years old. I felt lost and sad. I realized that I was in London.

Fast forward two years later, at the age of 12 I was living in a cottage surrounded by rolling hills. The cottage was grey made of some type of concrete and a tan roof. I saw a horse, and felt a great sense of happiness being alone in the forest. I was blonde, had brown eyes, and was wearing a brown dress with a white apron. I felt a sense of calm, but suddenly a man on a horse rode by and stabbed me through the chest (or shot me). I could not understand why he had done this to me. I just kept asking why? Why? Why? I just didn't understand. Then I came back to present day.


I immediately woke from the meditation and researched London in 1890. London in 1890 had a large segregation of society between the rich and the poor, and particularily the East side of London was the target of much poverty, disease, prostitution, and havoc in the form of murders, crime and so forth. I was a bit shocked to find an almost exact picture of what I saw during my meditation. I Googled London in 1890 and came up with these pictures:



This is similar to the setting and cottage that I was living in.



(This cottage has a straw roof, and this is what I saw in my dream- this exact style. Apparently this type of cottage became popular between 1890 and the 1940's. It would have been 1892 when I was living in this home)

I remembered that many of my dreams of the past have had these tall, hovering buildings in them. The mood was always dark, grey and cold, that of which I felt in my past-life regression meditation. There has to be a connection.

Dreams

For as long as I can remember, I have had portions of dreams that come true on a daily basis. My dreams are vivid, intense, and often magical in nature. My mother had always spoken of this happening to her, and recently I have discovered that my grandmother also had daily occurrences of premonition-like dreams as well. Therefore, I feel the need to turn my art, bird, music blog into more of a personal dream diary.  I do not feel the need to edit grammatical errors and may write sentence fragments, as this is mainly being recorded for my own recollection of dreams and verification of significant events that may occur subsequently. Feel free to read my nonsensical dream blurbs, but please do not judge me for their poor construction.

The dream below triggered me to began my dream documentation once again. 

Dream One 

I was in Minneapolis visiting a girl, Desiree, that is an acquaintance of mine. I wanted to become close friends with her so I traveled a distance to visit her and her friends. She acted friendly, but did not seem to feel the need to engage in much conversation with me. I looked into her room, and saw small, furry creatures in a small box. Her friend held a brownish/black creature in her hand, but I could not make out the nature of the animal. "What is that? I asked her friend?" She told me that they were cubs...bear cubs, but they did not look like bear cubs to me. I held one in my hand and asked her why Desiree would have cubs in her apartment. Her friend said that Desiree loved to cuddle with them, but she had a business and sold the cubs to hunters who wanted to use them for game hunting. I was disgusted in the dream, and told her friend that I never thought that Desiree would do anything like that. Desiree left with another friend and I was left with her friend and the small bear cubs.  

Dream One......The next day. 

After not being able to shake the odd feeling that I had from the previous nights dreams, I went along with my day as usual. I cleaned bird cages, filed special education resources in my file cabinet, and went on some beautiful walks. At the end of the day I checked out Facebook. Because I had such a vivid dream about this girl, I decided to look at her Facebook page. I gasped when the first picture that I saw was a dark furry creature in someone's hand. It was the exact creature that I had seen in my dream. I researched more and discovered that these creatures were day old kittens that had been abandoned by their mother. Then I scrolled down through the pictures and saw....... a large, stuffed bear. What the hell? I called my boyfriend in to the room and had to show him the pictures, and explain my dream experience. Though these were not bear cubs that she would be shipping away, they were the exact images of what I had observed in my dream. These were small kittens that she planned to save.  Then to have a newly added picture of a real stuffed bear on her page? How does this all relate? How does this relate to me, and why did I see these kittens in my dream. Though the dream led me to believe in a different scenario occurring, these were the creatures that I had seen in my dream. Because the kittens were so young, they do not quite look like cats yet, but some animal... 

I feel uneasy as I am not sure of what this means. Not just this dream, but the frequent occurrences that take place day after day, where I have to say to myself, "oh my gosh, that was in my dream last night." Is it possible that this happens to everyone? I remember most of my dreams, night after night, but the majority of people that I converse with do not remember theirs. Maybe everyone has these "premonitions", but they fade away once awake. 

Big Birdie News!

Orchid and Orrin will be parents!

Famous Bird

I haven't had much time to blog lately in lieu of my time consuming daily projects. My goal was to complete the Wake Up Bedhead album cover by the end of August, but it took much longer than anticipated. Josh is finishing the final touches on our recordings by completing the mixes and mastering each song. It's all coming together now and it will be finished and sent off for printing by the end of November. Another major goal almost complete!  

I was working very hard at getting my beloved birdies into my favorite magazine, Bird Talk. I was losing hope and even getting a little bitter that they weren't chosen to be in the Watch the Birdie section of the magazine. Lo and behold I came home one day to find a new Bird Talk on my porch. I opened it up and saw a picture of Orchid staring back at me! I was very excited.

Orchid gazing at a photo of herself. 

 

Orchid gazing at a photo of herself.   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I wish my arms were wider. I wish that I could hide you. So you can rest and repair without the blanket of sorrow.

 

The Cardigans  Feathers and Down

 A beautiful song. A tribute to a friend attempting to fight his demons.

My Bird Don't Talk and I Don't Care

A few weeks ago I went out of town on a mini vacation and asked one of my band members to be my birdie sitter for a few days. The vacation went great and the birds squawked like a crazy flock when we returned home. Before the trip Tammy was still pretty distant from me with a getting-to-know her owner super shy and defiant type of attitude. Upon returning she seemed to have a change of heart. She seemed super excited to see me, and even let me take her out of her cage without a fight. All was well!

A few days later Wake Up Bedhead had band practice and Jason, my bird sitter said that the other birds were fine with him when he changed their food, but Tammy put up a huge fuss sounding calls off like an alarm and wasn't able to be touched. He commented that it seems like it would be so much work to have a bird like that, and that there couldn't be much fun in having a bird that did not like to be handled, and doesn't speak or do any tricks.

I wasn't offended by the comment at all and can understand his view point, but it did throw me off a bit. I've been pondering my decision since then, and daily my thoughts affirm that I have made a wonderful decision to adopt Tammy. She screams and tries to run away when attempting to take her out of her cage, her body is almost entirely plucked and she does not have the beauty of a fully feathered parrot, she does not speak but squawks and screams very loudly, she poops all over my back, she cannot do any tricks, and she is extremely fearful of hands.

Regardless of all of this, I love her and she shows me much gratitude by swaying and cooing to me throughout the day. She enjoys sitting on my shoulder, eating her treats, watching t.v. and observing the other birds. Though she's had a long, hellish life she never once has bitten me and has the sweetest personality.

I never really thought much of my happiness or my convenience when deciding to re-home an abused creature. I knew that it take hard work and persistence to own a pet like this, but I really wanted to make a positive change in the life of an animal that never was given a chance before. It would have been easy enough to choose a bird that was never neglected or abused in their lifetime, and a bird who wasn't in need of much training, but I wouldn't feel very good about myself if I had done this. I have made an enormous difference in the life of another living creature who is not able to care for itself.

 In two months she went from quivering in the corner of her cage to actually stepping onto my fingers. She is a great companion and is quietly sitting on my shoulder while I type this! The progress is amazing, and some day I bet she will be a universally desirable pet. But whether this change occurs or not, I desire her and she desires me, and that's all that matters.

Please adopt an animal in need if you are looking for a new pet! The world will be a better place if you do!

Lately

Much has happened since my last blogging session. School is in session once again, friends Todd and Megan tied the knot, I had another mini-vacation in the Dells at Mt. Olympus water park, I'm still growing my indoor tomato plant, and I've found many thrift store and estate sale treasures. I've had much less free time on my hands since work has started, but I'm still getting some of my goals accomplished.

I finished an important book that I had been reading, I'm still doing well using natural products as much as possible, and I have been making headway on Wake Up Bedhead's new album cover. I'm so looking forward to the day that the whole album is all finished! Thanks to Josh our website has been updated with a new look and it is now easier to navigate. Go to wakeupbedhead.com to see it! The hyperlink leads to the music section of the site where there are two song samples from our new album.

Wake Up Bedhead

In bird news, Tammy, my senior parrot was highlighted on The Center for Avian Rehabilitation and Education's blog. This is our full story! Orrin and Orchid are doing well together, and Tammy has made a new friend in Orchid. My two sweet girls enjoy bird time together!

Orrin on the other hand.... his new nickname is Luci, short for Lucifer. He's been very naughty lately, particularly so a few days ago when he attempted to peck my eye out. He's becoming too territorial and I think he's up for a wing trimming and some special training sessions.

Bird Talk Magazine

So I've been getting issues of Bird Talk magazine for the past year or so. I absolutely love this magazine and would suggest it to any bird owner who truly cares about their feathered companion. Lately I've been trying to get my birdie pictures in their magazine. I can win some treats for the birds if they show up in the magazine, but ultimately it would just be super cool to see them featured in a publication.

This is an example of one of the pictures I sent to them. This is Orchid on the left and Josh's deceased bird Pinky on the right. They were having a birdie hoot about something. Lets see if it makes it in the magazine.