Night of March 23, 1991. Saturday. (First contact with wife in real life via postal mail.)
Of the increasing paranormal nature of my perspective since birth, which increased a bit more in the middle of 1977, but much more so at the beginning of 1991 (although starting to unfold more in the middle of 1990), I never had a direct “answer”, likely because I still had free will at the most important levels.
My dream “universe” began to establish a new path on the night of March 23, 1991. This was the day when I first made contact with the lifelong “dream girl” aka “mystery girl” that I had written about in dream journals since earliest memory - the “mystery girl” turning out to be a real person with not only even the most subtle details being exact from one thing to another, from birthday to exact vocal nuances (mixed Romani and Australian), but to discover miles and miles of even more “funny business” after our time of communication via mail - the one whose birth I sensed in Port Kembla as it happened from across the ocean, and the only other being I ever felt actually existed for me…and the universe itself all around me only served to back up and validate this over time.
Even as a boy, using a simple next-consonant and next-vowel sequence, I discovered the pattern “I hug PO Virgo” in my name - a simple pattern that is always directly there at one layer. I was number nine (which later coincidentally became a play on “The Prisoner”, a male, being number six), Yin was Virgo and a six, and our connection was the twenty-two - the heart gate, the two swans, and so on, which I already knew at four years of age. Never remotely having any belief of astrology, brief little Wishing Well puzzles, dream “dictionaries”, and so on (or humanity in general), I was free to trace my dreams, thoughts, and whatever I saw in the real continuity of wherever I was at any time - and had mostly kept it to myself.
A fair number of then recent precognitive dreams, too detailed and precise for ordinary people to believe, preceded this day. It was “too much” for people to understand how everything was always resolved for me on one level or another. There seems to be a type of perception that much of humanity itself does not even possess at all, something that has puzzled me since childhood, but it does not really affect me all that much anymore, really. I have already lived through it all, and am thankful now.
My “dream girl” and yet-to-be wife had also sent me a poem that was directly from my own dream “universe”. It was called “These Lands I Must Travel” - and there were at least two versions - but the poem told me that she had a similar way of thinking that I had never seen in anyone else until then. Thus, my dreams of this night were of a type that I have had before, where I seem to be moving through two-dimensional layers within three dimensions, that is, as if going through “walls” of photographs, drawings, abstract designs, and so on - and eventually over a landscape that continuously morphs in non-threatening ways (yet typical of a lot of people’s dreams I would guess). These were images of remote-viewing, things of which, twenty years later, I still have not fully found all of (though due to life itself, had not researched all that much).
The Pogo Possum comic strip of this day was also timely. It was directly relative to the post office and getting my first letter from my twin flame. In the last panel (with the print being a bit incoherent in the copy I have), it implies that the letter will be difficult to weigh because the baby is being carried by his own speech balloon (and thus would weigh nothing when “on” the scale). It is so close to being a direct “clue” for me (even on a few different levels at the same time) that it is simply over the head of those who do not know how this has worked for me since earliest memory and often even seems to “reply” later on with more synchronicity. In short, the strip shows a “newborn” (implying the beginning of a new path) at the post office, and even implying airmail or the potential travel by plane to another country. Obviously, one has to know their own “keys” to use pop culture in this way, but I suspect the majority of people do not even know about it at all (although I have often seen a lot of evidence that people often do it absentmindedly or “automatically”). It is not that “strange” of an idea, after all. It is simply accessing the supraconscious while conscious…making it even more reliable than some forms of dream work.
Additionally, the “Whazit?” puzzle of the day was “Heart to heart talk”. (My wife, interestingly enough, drew the filled-in heart to the right of her name in her very first letter to me.)
The “Peanuts” strip of this date was also amusing. It was a very rare one-panel strip. It showed Charlie Brown on his own “island” - and sleeping - with the letter “Z” indicated. This hints at a new beginning for me, the Dreamer…waiting to eventually leave “my island” and go to Australia one day.
One of the only shows I watched on television this day was, interestingly enough, the “Star Trek: The Next Generation” episode "Identity Crisis", which strongly reminded me of the end of the movie "Altered States" regarding the transformation into a being of light as well as both shows having several parallels to my dream life at the time. Yang is the blue and veined being, and Yin, as usual, is the reddish one - but from two different presentations…
Confirmation and validation is of my directive.
We live in an interesting world where comic strips, puzzle answers, and random television shows have far more personal accuracy and importance than so-called astrology or other faux “systems”…or for that matter, even randomly opening up a random book and randomly pointing at something with eyes closed…as George Harrison proved with “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” if you are familiar with that story.
