Life Story & Purgatory

 

3-20-25 Dolly Parton Visit – this is re my life & Purgatory

 

          I’m somewhere out & who appears before me but Dolly Parton, another blonde country singer & a third brunette country singer.  All 3 stand in front of me while I am a sort of ‘announcer’ for some kind of show. I am behind a desk on a stage which is not ifted, the audience I see is about 20’ in front of us – hundreds, maybe thousands of people.  They were there conveniently waiting for someone else, some kind of show. But this is an opportunity.

I don’t know the names of the other 2 singers, but I must introduce them, so I ask them their names The second one has more hair atop her head, it’s straight, & brushed across sort of like a tomboy might have. She has the sweetest smile imaginable & her voice & vibes are so sweet– I  know who she is - she’s a famous country star but can’t recall her name. {OK it’s KAREN CARPENTER, who died of anorexia}. But I introduce her & then the third, who’s sort of hanging on behind the other two - smaller in physical size  - has brown hair & is less known. I ask her her name, she tells me, I don’t quite understand it but repeat it best I can.

Something goes on, I’m not sure what. Dolly is to my right, the other blonde to my left & I am at a ‘dashboard’ so to speak. Dolly thought I was going to sing with them – I said I don’t sing & she is dismayed.   Then shortly after that I look forward & the audience has disappeared, not a soul remains. I guess they saw the show they wanted & left. Not sure what they saw of ‘us.’

Then Dolly & I go on several ‘trips’ or walks. I am like her PROTECTOR. She’s a star – beautiful, shapely, she’s all that, & people would want to approach her, sometimes this would be dangerous.

I am also beautiful & glamorous, not sure if I can come up to her level - certainly am not as famous as her. But as we walk through this wide mall of sorts there are people ahead & to the right & I think they’ll be stunned to see both of us, as stunning as we are.

Luckily, they don’t mob us. We veer to the right. Here we see poverty. It’s a mall, there are hundreds of people but you can see they are poor. Yes, they’re doing business, all talking to one another, doing this or that & I say to Dolly,

“This is Binghamton, a poor area.”

  I don’t want her to think that everything around here is this poor, we do have some prosperous paces, but this, I tell her, is the poorest.

{I am guessing this might actually be souls in Purgatory & I am the God Self taking her on a guided tour.}

Then we get to the end of our trip. We come to a rather closed in place, filled with men, some of them fat. They want to grab Dolly & hug her & roll around the bed or even the covered floor with her. I must protect her - I somehow do. I see her cape on the floor – a sort of fuzzy grey/violet velvet that ties at the neck with a violet velvet string. I grab it but not from the right angle. Then I get it right & I put it around her. Yes, she’s cute, she’s huggable, but I can’t let people mangle her.   The whole time we were together she was pleasant & smiling, & I love her in a motherly way or like a guardian angel or friend.

MEANING:

I am the dreamer, the God Self. The 3 women, Dolly, Karen Carpenter & the litte brunette are myself during the 3 phases of my life. The little one is my youth, Karen is me as Kellie Everts & Dolly is me today; in particular how I appear to others on You tube.

ME: Mother God, I am concerned abut the audience. First all the seats were full. Then it was empty. Is this saying I have no audience today, or no public for my life story?  Because I know the 3 together represent my entire life.

MG: In the past people saw you when you were Kellie, then people saw you as Dolly on the internet – millions of people. Right now you don’t have an audience for your life story, which doesn’t mean you won’t have one in the future.

ME: Karen Carpenter died of anorexia. She apparently had some serious problem in her life – could have been family abuse. You can see from her facial expression a total openness & sincerity, & I recall her voice sounding really sweet. People from long ago told me they were impressed by how SWEET I was. So I suppose this fits me. I was sincere, open hearted, I was abused, I was hurt. Someone said of her ‘She was starving for perfection.’ Yes, I tried with all my might to be perfect in what I did & to become a success. And part of it could have come from being demoralized – I wanted to prove myself. Anorexia sometimes happens when a person doesn’t feel they DESERVE love – it’s a form of slow suicide like ‘I don’t deserve to live’ - & it seems to me that happens more from the Mom’s side hurting the daughter than from the Dad’s {re anorexia}. And the tomboy hair could refer to body building.  

Below: Karen Carpenter

Walking through the ‘Binghamton’ area of poverty is without a doubt, the Souls in Purgatory. This is your Mission & work now, God is guiding you from within.

The last scene sounds like men on the internet wanting you & the God Self protects you from getting ‘mangled.’ They 99% think of the flesh, not what you are saying.   {end}

 

The Airplane Dream

 

This was short. I am flying in an airplane, which I volunteered to do like it’s an act of charity or being a do-gooder.

So here I am, a small lane, in the cockpit, I am to the right, the female pilot to my left. I keep trying to see out our front windshield but it’s covered with a light brown cloth or paper; I keep trying to roll it up but it goes down again so I can’t see anything at all. The pilot is enthusiastic & eager for this flight & she’s looking at the controls, especially one round meter in the middle of her sight. She tells me,

“You mustn’t drive this plane by what you see in physical senses but by what the controls say.”

MEANING:

This is obvious; one must navigate their life not by physical senses, logic but by FAITH in God.