Monthly Archives: August 2010

I had been anxious the whole summer of Katrina. Hurricane seasons had come and gone for years without me paying any mind. The summer of 2005 was different, there was something strange in the air, an uneasy energetic current. I had a string of signs of impending doom. There was the mirror that shattered; the   …Continue Reading

At the height of my game I could recall up to seven complete dreams a night that contained all of the vividness of real life. I was fortunate to spend each morning, over breakfast, as a child having lively discussions about our last night’s dreams and what they meant to our waking existence. My psychic   …Continue Reading