SO MANY THINGS TO THINK ABOUT

When I was a short little wee one ( sort of still am at 5'2"),  the Ukrainian/Russian/Polish side of my family were convinced that I was an old soul.   You would think that would be a respectful thing but, instead, they simply found me entertaining.  I was a talker from an early age and  I would talk to them about things that , for whatever reason, made sense to my little self.  They would pat me on the head, give me some coins for the penny candy store, and a dollar or two for cigarettes. (Back then, at 5 , you could buy beer and cigs for your family as long as you had a note written on any sort of scrap paper. I was always off to the corner store for my aunties.

   My Grandfather used to come in and just look at me.   He was the one that "knew" me.  Taught me how to talk to squirrels.   I was 8ish when he died.   He came to me -  right after he passed.   I remember it clearly.   He was in my room and said, "tell everyone that I'm well"   (translated.  but that was the gist)      I tried to tell my parents.   They scolded me and sent me back to my room.     But I knew it was real.   And it was mine to keep.

So!  as the years went on, I had this "thing".  I had dreams, premonitions, "knowings".  

As this blog goes on, I'll put more out there.  But for tonight, it's this link.  (my links will always be odd, but I'm putting them out there because -  well ..... why not?   And, I can!.

http://www.noetic.org/about/overview    

If you're here and reading -    "hello to you"  

Ronni