The Sunflower Saga, Synchronicity and the NAPC

In a life of extreme synchronicity, prophetic dreams and generally inexplicable things, the following series of events comes in very close to the top of strangeness. To those few of you who’ve heard part of the sunflower saga as it relates to my ticket to the North American Permaculture Convergence, I can only say, “But wait! There’s more.” I hadn’t planned to share this in public, but the entire situation has become so odd and so illustrative that I feel called to do so. Warning: this will be a mighty long and mighty weird post. πŸ™‚

Some of you may remember how excited I was to announce that I’d be attending the first ever North American Permaculture Convergence and the following whirlwind Driftless Area Bus Tour of farms, including Seed Savers Exchange. Ann Kreilkamp of Exopermaculture and I planned to carpool together, and I was as thrilled to cook up collaboration ideas with her en route as I was to meet presenters likeΒ Starhawk and Michael Pilarski. I also looked forward to meeting other people interested in permaculture principles, urban gardening, food forests, mycellium running and living in harmony with the land. The prospect of getting out of Goshen for awhile and camping by Geneva Lake sounded quite enticing, despite the fact that it would be smack dab in the middle of ragweed season. On the way to the convergence, which takes place near Minneapolis, Ann and I planned to stop at friends of hers in Chicago, and then on the way back, we were going to camp out in David’s and my friend Sue’s food forest in Madison. I had even planned to do in person sessions at our dear friends’ Brian and Ingrid’s chiropractic office there before heading out for a vegetarian feast with them.

Despite all this excitement, I felt a strong hesitation before purchasing my NAPC and Bus Tour tickets. The Bus Tour has limited seating, and Ann for sure wanted to go. Since I needed the ride with her, I booked everything right away, despite an undercurrent of uneasiness about my haste. In the past, I’ve gotten messages not to go somewhere, mined those messages for details, and then adjusted my plans accordingly. I figured I’d use whatever timeline shifting abilities I have at my disposal, plus intuition to know specifics to avoid or include. Basically, I recognized possible obstacles to the trip but expected — as per usual — that I would find ways around, over or through those obstacles, even if it meant saying some extra prayers and employing a little extra magic.

Well, apparently not so fast! Shortly after registering, Ann posted that she began suffering from a highly unusual (for her) illness, including a fever that left her unable to do much of anything. For my part, I got a wicked case of poison ivy, despite having successfully asked the poison ivy in our yard to leave last year. It came back just at that time, and silly me, I didn’t realize I had it on my hand, which spread it to my neck and torso in addition to my hands. I briefly thought how odd it was that the two of us were incapacitated at the same time, but hey, the convergence was 6 weeks away! Surely, Ann would be fine by then, and I’d have no more poison ivy. To my knowledge, Ann’s completely fine now, but I have run through another (minor) batch of poison ivy since then. At the time, it did cross my mind that camping in August with poison ivy that itchy would be no fun, but again, I dismissed that thought as largely irrelevant, despite the persistent sense that I should not be going on that trip.

Normally, I do follow my intuition. Yes, sometimes I tweak plans here and there by using my intuition to find the one way that I can do something I really want to do without the consequences life would seem to throw at me for doing that thing, but I should state here that I really do value intuition. Heck, I make my living following it, and I generally do not live in a state of fear. When ongoing anxiety or outright fear starts to prick at my consciousness, I know myself well enough to explore those feelings as the likely warnings they are. In this case, I still reallllly wanted to go to the convergence, so I continued to make plans as though I were. “A-hem!” said the Universe, “You’re not paying enough attention, Laura. Perhaps we can help you recognize the importance of this message.”

Another week into the plans, on July 23, I was scheduled to host the Goshen Garden Gals Gathering at my place. The night before, I got a slight message that I should cancel and reschedule for the following week. Several people had already RSVP’d that they couldn’t come; I thought it might just be my friend Kimber and me, so I didn’t cancel. Why bother sending out another email when only one person was probably coming anyway? The next morning, I awoke feeling quite urgently that I should cancel the meeting. I almost did, but I thought, “You know? I don’t feel like canceling the meeting. I’ll be hanging out at our house and in our yard, talking about gardening with Kimber and possibly a few other gardeners. What could possibly go wrong? [Note: at just this moment of typing that question, a bird flew into our north window, facing me. It’s fine, but it hit like an exclamation point!] It’s not like I’ll be going in a car or something. I’ll be at home. I’m not going to have another car accident.”

By now, it was only about twenty minutes before the gathering was supposed to start, and my intuition was screaming at me to cancel the event. “It’s too late, now,” I thought, and dragged a chair to get to the cabinet above our fridge, where I thought we had some plastic cups we could use outside in the garden. “You don’t need those cups!” shouted my intuition. “Don’t get those cups!” After stepping on the chair, I completely blanked out that I had already opened the cupboard door. When I stood up, I cracked my head — hard — on the corner, all but knocking myself out. It took me a few moments to realize what had happened, but all the spurting blood and my throbbing head provided some excellent clues. I’ll spare you the rather non-spiritual flow of words that followed as I immediately recognized that I had only myself to blame.

After my life-altering 1998 traumatic brain injury, any time I hit my head, I pay laser sharp attention. The 1998 injury had been preceded by a similar set of instructions to cancel my plans that day and just sit tight in the hotel, even though I had many business meetings scheduled and would need to call in sick to company headquarters while staying in a hotel at their expense. Somehow that day, I just knew I’d have a car accident if I left the hotel, but I was too embarrassed toΒ  “flake out” at the last moment. Long story short: I checked out of the hotel, drove ever so carefully, and got rear-ended at a red light. I was completely disabled for over four years, and it took me six years to recover from my brain injury enough to support myself. Instead of missing one day of work, I spent years on workers compensation, in extreme chronic pain, in legal battles, totally disabled, unable to work or attend graduate school, and financially insecure.

Since then, I have impeccably followed guidance not to get in a car if I have any sense of an impending accident. I ground vehicles with Reiki when I enter them, but if I get the sense not to go in them, I don’t go. I’ve canceled social outings that involve cars numerous times, usually helped along by a sudden wave of vertigo that reminds me how I felt for four years following that brain injury.

The most recent time since 1998 that I had hit my head hard enough to matter marked the necessity of my internal determination to find a way out of my marriage. My now-ex and I had agreed to get a divorce and then he reneged right before Christmas 2008, saying he couldn’t survive by himself. When I said that I was sorry but I really needed to leave for my own survival, he pulled out all the stops from enticements (didn’t work) to threats (got my attention) to stay. I was so angry that I stood up fast from unpacking groceries and bashed my head on the marble counter top. That temporarily ended the discussion.

In 2008, the head injury resulted in extreme nausea, the inability to keep food down for a week and a sudden weight loss to under 100 pounds. My body rapidly demineralized, I got severe cavities, could almost see through my front teeth, and really felt like I might die. I recognized the head injury as my soul’s desperate call to action. No more passive acceptance of a seemingly impossible to leave situation. I needed to find a way to get my then husband well enough to support himself so that I could leave the marriage — cleanly –, leave California and move back to the Chicago area. It felt like the most urgent message of my life, and the urgency continued to grow.

That injury took me out for several months. All I could do was work and sleep, but I began a deep internal and external healing protocol. More importantly, I took the message to heart and began (at that time secret) plans to leave. Once I made the firm decision, everything else fell into place at just the right moment. The most unlikely scenarios revealed themselves to make for the easiest transition possible, including everything my now-ex needed to live without me. In retrospect, the series of synchronicities that followed led me directly to David and the amazing, compatible, loving relationship I always imagined possible.

Given both the 1998 injury and the Christmas 2008 injury, this July 2014 head crack took on stronger significance. And it hurt! A lot. It turned out not to be anywhere near as severe as the other two injuries, but I did develop some post-concussive symptoms. Nothing some extra naps, arnica and rest couldn’t address, but those were non-negotiable. Still, it did not escape my notice that the accident happened after I’d received numerous warnings to cancel something I wanted to do. The looming elephant in that themed room was canceling my travel plans to the NAPC. Since it seemed important, I began, in earnest, to ask for clear signs one way or the other. I immediately got the message that I could go on the trip, no problem, but doing so would put a complete end to my current timeline. For whatever reason, I kept hearing, “If you go, you cannot come home again.”

Crazy, right? Certainly dramatic.

I contacted Ann (an astrolger as well as a permaculturist) and asked her to compare my birth chart to our trip. Did I, by chance, have something major happening around that time? Indeed, at the exact moment the NAPC starts, I have four planets moving from my 12th house into my 1st house, which indicates the end of a major 12-year cycle. I don’t remember all the details of that time frame for me, but suffice to say, numerous decisive layers and facets of my astrological chart support my sense of finality. I would leave here in one cycle and return in another. We agreed to hold off on any decisions until today, August 20, and I began praying for clarity on whether this was a purely symbolic “end” and new beginning, or if I literally could not come home again.

I expected to find symbolic messages, but I began having dreams of literally getting “detained” in Minnesota — for many years, up to a decade, and returning here to find everything gone. Around that time, some articles also crossed my path about executive orders to detain people with respiratory symptoms (ragweed allergies, anyone?), and learned that Minneapolis is one of the locations in the predictive programming movie about an Ebola pandemic, Contagion, as well as a designated CDC quarantine site in the event of a pandemic. I’m not predicting anything here, but the synchronicity of these various articles crossing my path right after receiving the message that I would be “detained” definitely got my attention.

I continued to pray for guidance and asked others to pray and send energy, too. Whatever the answer, I wanted clarity, nothing ambiguous. During that time of discernment, despite my desire to go to the NAPC, I received precisely zero encouragement to go, along with a bevy of signs, synchronicities, spontaneous stories from others, and dreams warning me not to go. Bummer!

In the past, I had a situation like this occur, in which I had two full classes scheduled to teach in Reno, Nevada but about two weeks prior began having nightmares in my home in Sedona, warning me not to go. I had no intentions of canceling that trip, but the nightmares increased. Every morning, I’d awaken from being raped and murdered on that trip to Reno. I don’t normally have nightmares, so these dreams seemed highly unusual and intense.

I asked for instructions if there was any way I could make that trip without those results, and I received via dreams very clear instructions not to take a cab (under any circumstances) and to follow my intuition to the letter (no arguments) while there. I arranged for rides and some safe ones volunteered themselves in Reno, and during that weekend trip, I received specific, seemingly crazy instructions on what to do and when. More importantly, I got messages telling me to stop doing certain things midstream “because you look like a teenager and that makes you a target.” I followed those intuitions to the letter, even if it meant leaving my lunch at the hotel and paying extra to use an ATM that would charge a fee when my own bank’s ATM was just a two minute walk away.

When I finally returned to Sedona, I found a bunch of concerned emails from a very intuitive friend who’d known nothing of my dreams but was worried sick about me on this trip. Here’s the truly bizarre part, though: within a few minutes of my getting home, my now-ex got a fax from the Reno Police Department. The fax (we have no idea how they got our Sedona number or why they faxed us) was a missing person’s report of a 19-year-old (teenage) woman who looked surprisingly like me. She had disappeared that same weekend in Reno. Person of interest? A cab driver. Shivers went up my spine. A couple weeks later, we received our only other fax ever from the Reno Police Department stating that they had found the woman, raped and murdered by her cab driver.

All of which is to say that I do trust premonition dreams and know that sometimes they can help us work around situations in order to still enjoy previous plans. Apparently not so with the NAPC, though. I asked for alternate timeline information, and received dream messages that there was no alternate timeline in which I could return home to life as I knew it. I could be safe, but I would get detained and when/if I finally made it back to Goshen, nothing I loved would be here. The most dramatic and disturbing dream involved my returning here after a long journey, possibly on foot, after having been detained for years. When I arrived, everything in Goshen was grey, and everyone and everything was dead. It looked like a nuclear holocaust or something. At the end of the dream, I noticed my sunflowers still standing, but grey. I reached out to touch them, and they disintegrated in my hands. When I awoke, I was told that “I hold the energy in this area and that leaving at this time would remove whatever protective bubble I have around Goshen and those I love here.” Again, I could align with timelines in which I would be fine, and I was free to go; however, no timelines supported me leaving here at this time and returning to reality as I know it.

That dream was so disturbing that I officially canceled my trip. If even .0001 percent chance of being a literal representation of what would happen if I went on my fun, little networking vacation, I couldn’t handle the guilt or sense of irresponsibility. I felt immediate peace after canceling my trip and arranged to transfer my ticket to two locals in Minneapolis who would change the full pass into two single day passes. The exchange? Thirteen pieces of handcrafted orgone pucks with black eye’d Susans on top. Perhaps all that extraΒ orgone energy would protect Goshen?

The next morning, I awoke from a different dream, also featuring my sunflowers. In this dream, I encountered a mansion of rooms full of boisterous children, along with some specific details about the morning’s first two phone sessions. The children in the dream kept saying, “It’s so good you’re in Goshen to protect your garden. So and so (named entity, but I forget the name) has taken umbrage at your sunflowers.” I laughed, “Where did you learn the word ‘umbrage’?!” But the kids kept repeating that message until I finally realized in the dream that someone really was very PO’d that I had decided to remain in Goshen. Whatever energy buffer I represented, was protecting this area, symbolized by the light seeking sunflowers. When I awoke, my first two phone sessions included the exact scenarios and information shown in the sessions in the dream. That seemed like double confirmation of my right decision in not going.

Sunflowers on Saturday, when I felt called to ask David to photograph me with them since they played such a role in my dreams.

Sunflowers on Saturday, when I felt called to ask David to photograph me with them since they played such a role in my dreams.

All remained calm and decided until the guy who mailed the thirteen orgone pucks learned immediately after mailing them that his friend could not attend the NAPC as planned. He didn’t want to go alone, and so the ticket(s) once again became free. “These things are like a hot potato!” I said. Then, I began to wonder if it was one of those “If you love something set it free. If it comes back to you then it’s yours” kinds of things. We agreed to donate the ticket(s) as a scholarship but didn’t know if NAPC would make another shift. I secretly hoped they wouldn’t and that whatever timelines had shifted, opening a viable option for me to go after all.

Here’s where things get very strange … and we’re nearing the end of this tale (as I know it so far, anyway). Yesterday, I agreed to go to a meeting under fluorescent lights, which I despise. Truly, this world would be a better place without that hideous, garish, mercury-laden, cancer causing and migraine and seizure inducing form of “light,” but I digress. Yesterday, I was sitting in a meeting — in Goshen — and it began to storm. I began hoping the power would go off so those god-forsaken lights would stop flickering. As I mentally expressed the wish, the lights did momentarily dim as though they’d go off, but I realized the place would have a generator backup. I started thinking about the generators going off, too (I really do hate fluorescent lights!), but then thought better of that wish, because it would affect a lot of people there in major ways. (It was a healthcare facility with many people on various machines to keep them alive. Not a good place for a full power outage, and certainly not one that I requested.) The lights stayed on and we completed the meeting.

Only when we started driving home did I notice all the downed branches and said to David, “Oh, my gosh, I was so distracted by the fluorescent lights that I forgot to protect the garden! I didn’t do any of my usual Runes or energetic protections. I hope everything’s OK.” We got to the driveway, and I noticed the giant sunflowers were gone! The stem had cracked and they took down the only other two sunflowers continuing to produce new blooms:

Here are the downed sunflowers after I removed them from the two other stalks they were crushing.

Here are the downed sunflowers after I removed them from the two other stalks they were crushing.

David helped me use string, stakes and zip ties to rescue the two crushed sunflowers, which remained attached to their stalks:

We can now see this lone red sunflower from the Autumn Beauty mix.

We can now see this lone red sunflower from the Autumn Beauty mix.

I had wondered if the thirteen additional orgone pucks could substitute for whatever protective presence I offer in Goshen, but oddly enough, the previous day, I had followed guidance to distribute four orgone pucks with my own hand-drawn Runes on them at the corners of our yard. One puck sits very close to the downed sunflowers, and it was not enough to keep them from falling. I then wondered if rather than showing the effectiveness of all my protections, prayers and energy work, if maybe the downed sunflower was like the crushed watermelon from my New Madrid Fault dream. In that case, I took the real life watermelon’s detachment as evidence of an end to the timeline my dream showed. I described this phenomenon in the post called, “When Life Gives You Tornadoes, Make Bouquets!

I wandered around the yard to see what I could surmise, and strange and irrational as it may seem, I cannot deny this one-time devastation from a relatively very minor storm. We’ve had tornadoes rip through here without even disturbing a sprout leaf, but yesterday’s minor storm uprooted borage, ripped apart tomato plants, downed sunflowers and smashed seedlings. It was the only time we’ve had such damage in any garden, and coincidentally, it was the only time I didn’t use Runes or intentional protection of our property, whether here or in Madison. The only plants and trees that suffered no effects were ones I had late last week put special blessings around because I knew they would be vulnerable to wind. Those plants — even the unstaked ones in free standing pots — were totally upright and untouched. If they got the special blessing, they held up fine; if not, even sturdier plants nearby hit the ground.

The garden will recover. It looks just fine to the untrained eye, but it did experience significant and seemingly disproportional damage without my protections. Even though I cannot predict or explain why or how my staying in Goshen holds the energy here, I’m not going to the NAPC this year. The sunflower saga, head cracks and synchronicities are just too dramatic and bizarre to ignore. If you’ve made it this far, thanks for reading. I hope somehow this post reveals methods of discernment, “logical” ways of testing intuition, potentially prophetic dreams, and the influence we do and do not have in our world. We can do amazing things, but sometimes, the Mystery announces its presence with a capital M. And when it does, I eventually bow in awe. πŸ˜‰

Blessed Be.

40 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by gingernel on August 20, 2014 at 3:59 pm

    Wow. You amaze me. Thx for sharing!

    Ginger Nelson 214-537-0342 gingernelson@mac.com

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  2. glad you listened ❀ always love how you piece all the signs, messages, and symbolism together faery twin πŸ˜‰

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  3. Orgone draws rain, but it doesn’t necessarily repel wind. Wind and rain are often partners and necessarily so. In the wider picture there isn’t anything inherently “negative” about plants being blown down or uprooted, but the human “victims” at least are more resistant to brooding about it because orgone brightens mood no matter what.
    Bo Long

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  4. Amazing saga Laura…

    Something to think about for me…have a good chance of moving out into a country setting south of Seattle…first thing that has popped into my head was wondering if I could replicate what you have done in Goshen..!!

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  5. Let me tell a personal story about “luck.” In general, after embracing orgonite, my life runs ever so much more smoothly – so does my wife’s life – but that doesn’t mean that bad things don’t still happen to good people – were that the case we wouldn’t learn anything new. Last Christmas one of our 3 cats just suddenly disappeared from the farm. A fellow who does some yard chores for me said he thought he heard a commotion in the woods as if a coyote or dog was tangling with a cat. We never found Oscar’s body. Was this bad luck? Depends on your perspective. Oscar the cat was a very deadly hunter – much more so than the other two cats who are absolute klutzes at killing the local wildlife. When Oscar was alive there was this unending parade of maimed and dead animals being brought into the house through the cat door. No new Spring crop of baby bunnies ever made it to maturity around here when Oscar ruled the roost, and when he dragged in dead indigo buntings I was very distressed. Now all of that mayhem has ceased – no more wildlife devastation at the hands of a cute little psychopathic murderer who didn’t even kill for food. So, was Oscar’s death good or bad luck?
    It’s like that old tale of the Taoist Farmer:
    http://www.noogenesis.com/pineapple/Taoist_Farmer.html

    I’m not telling anybody here anything they don’t already know – just reminding.
    Bo Long

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  6. Posted by Re: NAPC: I’m so glad Laura Bruno decided to make her private decision public . . . | Exopermaculture on August 20, 2014 at 5:06 pm

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  7. Posted by Cnawan Fahey on August 20, 2014 at 5:55 pm

    If it would be appropriate, may us readers place the protective energies of the “Thorn” rune (that you once described) around you?

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  8. Posted by Nikkoale on August 20, 2014 at 6:09 pm

    Ditto what gingernel said! πŸ™‚ Not bizarre at all. I think we have all learned lessons like that.

    I am piecing together a bunch of signs I have received the past two days. Even thought about Tania Marie and how she digs for deeper meaning with signs. That’s what I have been doing with my encounter with a Viceroy — not a Monarch — butterfly this morning.

    Thank you, Laura. I think that extended explanations like this help a lot of people who are just beginning to learn the significance of “coincidence” matched with their own intuition. Love and blessings to All!!

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  9. Thanks and you’re welcome, Gingernel!

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  10. Thanks, T, and thanks for the extra energy/discernment goodies. Even though you weren’t getting the play by play details, you knew what was up. Between you and my sis, I knew the prayers and energy headed my way would ensure the clarity I desired. πŸ™‚ ❀

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  11. Best of luck to you, Gordon! I know some great folks in Seattle and the surrounding area. πŸ™‚

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  12. Thanks, Bo! No, I don’t view any of this as particularly good or bad. In fact, it’s funny you posted the Taoist farmer story, because after my initial little faery hissy fit that my sunflowers fell over “because” I was in a meeting under fluorescent lights, I realized that it’s silly to wait for so many months to see those sunflowers only to have them fade so quickly. For months, I’ve been obsessed, literally obsessed with getting a medlar tree, but I couldn’t figure out where to plant it. Medlars are gorgeous and provide four season interest, but they spread wider than any available sunny spot I have. Except where those sunflowers are. Yesterday, I realized I could get the medlar after all, and I explained it to David with that poem: “Barn’s burnt down… now I can see the moon.”
    Masahide, Japanese poet, 1657? – 1723)

    Indeed, I’m not knocking orgonite. I love the stuff and have noticed major differences in using it, as referenced in many earlier posts. It’s just that in terms of the symbolism of the sunflowers, the puck I placed there didn’t ward off the destruction. Something better is already coming of it, but nonetheless, the event confirmed my not going on the trip. Who’s to say what’s good luck or bad. Time will tell. I just know that I would have gone nuts on the trip after ignoring all that input. Thanks for sharing!

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  13. Sure, Cnawan, that would be great! I do feel protected and blessed, but more can’t hurt. πŸ™‚

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  14. Thanks, love and blessings, Nikkaole! It’s nice to know so many people who follow signs, dreams, synchronicities and intuitions.

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  15. Posted by Cnawan Fahey on August 20, 2014 at 6:26 pm

    Okay. I’ll read up on it. : )

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  16. you’re welcome sweetness! good team work! ❀

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  17. Posted by sky on August 20, 2014 at 6:30 pm

    The Soul Sisters Sunflower Chorus bit the dust except for one? Wow. I sensed a very special energy about those sunflowers. Now we know. You did right in your decision to cancel.

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  18. Hi Sky,
    All the light yellow ones — the Lemon Queen variety — are still standing, but they’re spent. No new blooms and the old ones are half eaten seeds. This other huge yellow one bloomed just as those all faded, extending the sunflower chorus for what would have been weeks longer. In the back of the Lemon Queen is the red one pictured above, which got knocked over and recovered, and one more of undetermined variety, as the buds haven’t opened yet. That one got knocked over, too, but we salvaged it. Those sunflowers do have a very special energy. People have commented on them in person, calling them “sentinels.” It feels right to have canceled, and as mentioned in a different comment, I am excited to plant a medlar tree in that space. I can still grow sunflowers as it grows, but eventually, I will have four season beauty in that spot, instead of constantly struggling to blot out the views of this neighborhood for a few short months each year. πŸ™‚

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  19. Posted by CindyW. on August 20, 2014 at 6:42 pm

    thank you for telling this story, and like your other readers, I find nothing strange when one is guided by intuition. I’ve done my share of “crazy” things because I was led from within. Glad you’ve already gotten what I would have shared – that if the sunflowers were taken, something else was meant to come. And – who knows – maybe you’ll have your own “permaculture convergence” in place! one doesn’t always have to go to the big official one πŸ™‚ (that’s a selfish wish, because I definitely felt last winter that you & Ann transmuting energy protected our area from worst of winter – crazy, eh? so any gathering would bring more positive to our area!) And your calm advice re the Ebola situation has helped me navigate through what little mainstream media exposure to the plans I’ve had without losing sight of the Truth. Everyone of us waking up helps shift the energy … take care!

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  20. So true, Cindy! Every one of us waking up helps shift the energy! Yes, perhaps we will have an Indiana gathering.

    In some ways, this shouldn’t have been a huge surprise to me, since I have received the clear message since mid 2009, when I began having dreams about living in Northern Indiana (I was still in California at the time), that I was supposed to remain East of the Mississippi until further notice. This trip and the bus tour would have taken me West of the Mississippi. I hadn’t really given that much thought until I canceled the trip, but it turns out that every trip I’ve planned West of the Mississippi has either canceled itself or nudged me to change itinerary, whereas East Coast trips, even by air, have posed no problem. I’m not saying there’s anything wrong West of the Mississippi — just that I’m not meant to be there, at least not now.

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  21. Thanks, Ann! I hope you have a wonderful time. πŸ™‚

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  22. Posted by Bo Long on August 20, 2014 at 10:23 pm

    Let us have a moment of silence in tribute to what an incredibly brave person Laura Bruno is.

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  23. Posted by Kieron on August 20, 2014 at 10:28 pm

    Talk about “bloom where you’re planted”! Clearly you’re meant to be there.

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  24. Haha, you’re right, Kieron! I had dreams about living in Northern Indiana for six months straight when I still lived in Northern California. This was back in 2009. It took a move to Chicago and then Madison to get me reasonably ready to move here, but I knew it was coming. When David mentioned wanting to move here to support his parents, he thought it might be a deal breaker. Instead, I just said, “Oh, yeah, that’s fine. I’ll move to Goshen with you. I’m supposed to live in Northern Indiana. I’ve already worked through all my emotions about going there.” He was like, “What???! You haven’t even been to Goshen yet.” “It doesn’t matter,” I said, “I know that’s where I’m supposed to be. I’ve been preparing myself for it for the past three years, before I even met you.” So yeah … bloom where I’m planted. Some part of my soul or some bigger plan has me plugged into this location big time. πŸ™‚

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  25. Blushing, Bo!

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  26. Posted by seattle72 on August 21, 2014 at 2:42 am

    WOW! I was glued to this post this morning. So super glad you’re clear on not going on that trip!

    I see the sunflowers as affirming the idea that sometimes we have to allow the destruction of what we thought we really wanted in order to make room for a bigger dream, a better option. Speaks to me as I tend to dig my heels in forcing what *I* want when the flow or Universe or ??? is really trying to grant a bigger wish. A wordy echo of the quote you shared. πŸ˜‰

    Hugs to you!! πŸ™‚

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  27. Posted by beth on August 21, 2014 at 3:15 am

    Blessed be, thanks for sharing those experiences: a powerful and profound validation of the need to “always” listen and allow intuition to lead, it is always for our highest good! my goodness, so glad you’re ok from those addl head trauma, wow, but wow does the universe demand and grab your attention!

    yey to rescuing your awesome sunflowers, may they thrive! πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

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  28. Interesting article just crossed my path, originally seen on rense.com: http://survivalbackpack.us/heavy-military-presence-twin-cities-helicopters-conduct-d-o-d-mission/

    Yep, glad I’m not going. Too many weird articles keep showing up out of nowhere that correspond to messages I received in dreams or things I’ve sensed in the ethers. I hope this is all just an alternate timeline that I simply don’t trigger by remaining at home.

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  29. Thanks, Beth! Glad you found the article validating. Yes, I’m fine from the extra head trauma — just made more room for intuition, I suppose. Blessings and cheers … πŸ™‚

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  30. Hugs to you, too, seattle72! I am also relieved. Plus, assuming I get that medlar tree, I’ll be giddy with excitement. I am such an English Major gardener: quince, mulberry trees, medlar … total plant nerd, and I swear it’s from all that English literature mentioning the various trees in English gardens. LOL, but seriously! Shakespeare and Chaucer talk about medlars — rather disparagingly, but Medieval tapestries show medlars next to the unicorns. How could a respectable faery gardener not plant a medlar given half a chance? I mean … unicorns love them! πŸ˜‰

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  31. I was also thinking of planting sunflowers as one if my first projects along with trying to find a source of arbor chips..

    On another note..after consulting a medical intuitive last year, I asked her about persistent headaches I was having…she was able to tell me that I had suffered a slight fracture of my skull when I was a youngster that no knew about…skull had healed but was pressing on my brain….this isn’t completely in the past yet..better though and has caused other “stuff” to happen as well..

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  32. Always interesting what kind of stuff comes up in those Medical Intuitive sessions! Ask the faeries for help finding the wood chips. When I asked faeries during a walk in the woods, the tree service truck drove by within 1.5 blocks of me leaving the woods. I recognized it as an answer, flagged down the driver, and he met me at my house ten minutes later with my first load. I’ve gotten about 8 loads since then — had to run home from the woods to catch him here, but it was worth it! Those faeries — they like helping with gardens. πŸ˜‰

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  33. Posted by Nikkoale on August 21, 2014 at 1:48 pm

    Oh my, yes! The faeries really do work quickly — and sometimes they come up with an alternative that works even better. πŸ™‚

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  34. πŸ™‚ Yes, indeed, they do!

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  35. Speaking of automobile travel many of my orgonite customers keep a piece of orgonite tucked away under the seats or in the trunk of their car. I wrote a short little essay on orgonite and cars on the Orgonia website in the “Anecdotes” section of the site. The spot is about halfway down the page and is titled “Planes, Trains, and Automobiles.”
    http://orgonia.bigcartel.com/anecdotes

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  36. Thanks, yes, we have a puck in our car! First place to get one besides our bed stands. πŸ™‚

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  37. Posted by manyhahama1955 on August 31, 2014 at 7:49 pm

    Wow! Intense story, Laura! Sending you much love and healing blessings (to your head and gardens)!! I have just read things are ramping up for a big “something” around the 13th anniversary of 9/11. The Archons love the number 13 so perhaps you are receiving warnings of what is to come. I am still in Independence MO and also feel that I am to be here, even though it isn’t where I WANT to be…not getting any guidance to go anywhere else so here we are. May we walk through these coming times with courage and strength. Much love, Sophia

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  38. Thanks, Sophia! Yes, I have a feeling you are where you are and will hold the energies for as long as you remain there. Courage, strength and love to you, too! Laura

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  39. […] of this blog might remember The Sunflower Saga, Synchronicity and the NAPC, the first time tried to go to Viroqua amidst massive redirection, dreams and another head injury. I […]

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