Monday July 28, 2026

Months ago I rescued a small plant someone had discarded in my building. As the months passed the plant grew big enough to transplant into a larger flower pot. One day I noticed one of the stems shot up and was growing a flower. After the flower bloomed, I took a picture of it, and searched for its name. It's called a peace lily. What's interesting is the top of this peace lily is broken off. Is that a message about peace?

Sherry and I met in 7th grade after my family moved to Manhattan Beach, Brooklyn. Laughingly, she liked to reminded me of the day we met. Sherry was outside of school searching for a charm bracelet, a gift from her grandfather. "I'll find it," I told her. "I'm psychic," as we both laughed.

Sherry followed me several blocks to a grassy area alongside Sheepshead Bay. And just like that ... I walked over to the bracelet hidden in the grass, picked it up and returned it to her. It was there the magic began followed by a lifetime of friendship forever filled with love and laughter and psychic messages.

Sherry died on November 22, 2024 of cancer. Our friendship still has no bounds as Sherry returns in my dreams and the laughter continues.

This morning Sherry returned in my wake-up dream with an interesting image and told me to post it. She showed me an American flag held vertically ... suddenly the stripes began to drip. I woke up and searched google for symbolism.

An American flag where the stripes are depicted as if melting or dripping symbolize a sense of decline, hardship, or distress within a nation or society. Artists might use this style to evoke a sense of vulnerability, sadness, or a fading ideal associated with the flag's symbolism. A dripping flag design can be used to express discontent with government policies or current events, suggesting a negative impact on national values or ideals.

On a grand scale of America as an experiment in freedom and democracy - then taking the symbolism back to the beginning when an experiment called the "Masonic Program" was created as an algorithmic guide for the Human Experiment - the message is: Reality is dissolving into Chaos.

Things are not always black and white and what they seem/seam. Note the vertical flag on the tote bag behind me and the word Love on the window. Synchronicity for a blog I would write one day?

I fell asleep and had another wake-up dream involving another close friend - this time Pat Marino who some of you may remember me blogging about over the years. It's hard to believe it's been almost 6 years since Pat died of cancer.

Pat and I became close friends when she came for a reading over 20 years ago. She was a mix of ... every-day reality, strong psychic abilities, and spirituality learned through various metaphysical studies and her favorite pastime - travel.

Pat created and retired from the largest design business in NYC that produced the mannequins you still see in stores today. She split her time between her home in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn and another in Florida where she grew up and had family.

After Pat died, I dreamed about her on several occasions - then less and less.

This morning's wake-up dream was unusual for me. It started with Pat very upset about the increasing chaos that ensues throughout the planet in our current timeline.

She showed me a 'slideshow' of current events in the grids ... but I refused to watch them just as I refuse to watch them on the news - moving away from Pat which is an interesting concept when you meet someone in the grids. The feeling was ... Leave me alone. I don't want to talk about anything I have no control over and is destined.

In what seemed like a sequence dream - Pat was back continuing on with her feelings about reality - and what the future holds for her children and grandchildren.

Closure of the simulation was never something Pat liked to talk about - wanting to see a future where love and light would triumph and everybody lives happily-ever-after.

Ellie moving away again ... Pat 'following' in the grids.

Ellie pausing. The grids continuing on as if screens of streaming consciousness in motion.

I asked Pat if she finally connected with the simulation and its projected future shall we say.

Alas, she said, "I can't see the future as you do when your consciousness time travels. But I can see that you were right ... about everything. I guess I always knew, but I wanted to live in the illusion that most people do."

I woke up bidding farewell to a wonderful and loving woman and dear friend. I still think about you and wish you could have stayed until the end..