I took a bad fall Sunday night. Yeah, I had enjoyed a couple of bourbons and my balance has been poor since Covid-19. I both twisted my back and hit the floor hard, slamming my bones into the hard floor. This morning, I awakened in serious pain. It was hard to get out of bed and the pain was such that I couldn’t even concentrate on Twitter.

I decided to pull a card just for me, not for publishing. I got the 4 of Swords, “Rest.” It made sense to me since I couldn’t do much of anything else. I took some Tylenol and gabapentin, set my four largest pocket knives next to my chair, covered up with a blanket and laid back in my Lazy Boy.

When I got into the Dream Time, I saw my father close to me. He gave his star dust back to the Universe in 1994. His face with his big brown eyes still carries the gentle expression that it always has. He could see into anyone’s heart. It was uncanny. He didn’t say anything. He did seem to be looking me over closely. When I awakened, I still had a couple of little aches, but the debilitating pain was gone.

I guess I had set up an invocation, a spell to call him. He always loved pocket knives and gave me a bunch of them. I have been seeing butterflies, which to me signals the presence of the ancestors. I spend a lot of time watching for them. He always hated pain and would do just about anything to alleviate it himself and others. So, I’m writing this feeling blessed. Thanks, Daddy.


Syd Weedon
6/12/24