We exercised this morning appreciating the sound of rain falling outside. Then we ran a joint meditation together, both of us noting the dreams we had last night seemed to indicate we should do so and what the topic should be.
Every so often Julia and I have similar dreams if not the same dream. And last night, one dream was shared, and others seemed to be similar.
Generally speaking, joint meditations for problem solving are good. They certainly work like a champ with Remote Influencing for Julia and I as well. Neither one of us seems to be good at remote healing. But every so often we give that a go, too.
Where remote healing is concerned, we’re good at detecting people’s health problems. We just can’t seem to do anything about them. But not everyone is gifted in the same way.
Julia swears that I’ve healed her while sleeping a number of times now. But we are a couple and I’m guessing that has something to do with it. She’s also open to the idea of being healed when she’s got a physical issue, which is half the battle.
She’s also convinced that I’m a sexual healer, too. But… She’s glad I don’t pursue that practice. Julia like me, doesn’t share and I really appreciate that.
After our joint meditation, which we took some notes on, Julia asked if she could hang with me while I read more of Tray Gowdy’s book. “You don’t need to ask my permission Babe. You are always welcome here,” I said gently.
“I know that,” Julia said in a small shy voice. Julia then giggled and said more strongly, “I just like to pretend I need your permission.”
After reading for a while, Julia and I hit the shower together, before settling down to begin the work of the day. Julia only had a few virtual sessions to do from home and delivered me another meditation script, asking if I’d be willing to put it together as an audio file for one of her clients.
So… After checking servers and things, I got to work putting the audio file together for her. I did notice the script she was using seemed to follow one of my creations. But I didn’t say anything because, she is the licensed therapist after all.
As long as the work does help a client, what do I care who’s script she’s using to assist someone in making positive changes in their life. It gets done and that’s all that matters.
We jumped in the RAM around five and hit the Hampton Diner for dinner. We knew we’d be there again on Sunday with Ellen, Ellen’s brother, and her daughter for the kid’s birthday. But… We didn’t care. We like the place, and the staff are always good to us.
Once we returned home though, it seemed that Julia had worked up an appetite of a rather XXX rated variety. So… I helped her satisfy that hunger, making sure to go the extra mile in meeting every need Julia expressed. “You are amazing,” she whispered when all was said and done. Julia then fell asleep in my arms, sleep coming for me soon after. “God really is good.”