Something about the ‘refining fire’ and the Judgement card. I’m trying to cleanse thoughts or concepts physically, with this purifying fire, and I’m talking to someone about it.
In a large room, maybe a studio with Macaylla and Julie the hawk lady who’s sitting there silently and all of these birds in cages. Macaylla and I are talking about the birds and there’s a couple of other people who I’m trying to teach to be really quiet around the birds so they don’t get disturbed. There must be a dozen in the room. In the same room is Wald Amberstone and his wife who is not Ruth Ann but someone new. I’m wondering about that. I’m transcribing some speech that one of us has made, as quickly as I can on my phone. Wald keeps turning off my phone because it looks too much like his tablet.
Then I show the transcript but it keeps defaulting back to pictures of Dad’s funeral, pictures of food, the things we ate, of which I made a bunch. So we all talk about Dad.
Before that Dad and I and Anita and maybe some other people are all together in the house and Dad is a little confused because of the Alzheimer’s. He’s dressed for work in a suit, and is trying to put together a bunch of his artwork. I help him. But I know that the minute that I stop he’s going to just become very confused and everything will become disorganized again. Still the artwork’s beautiful.
I’m also talking to Uncle Carl, who has a shirt that’s colorful and interesting. We’re talking about how to wash it. He likes it a lot. He got it on his travels. But he’s not sure how to keep it clean. Turquoise and red and yellow and green like a tropical parrot. Kind of shiny and silky. 6:50am