President Nixon Helps Me! Other Issues

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10-6-25 Life with President Richard Milhous Nixon

 

          Several days ago had this dream but too tired to record it:

          I’m some place in a building like a plain hotel & I am in the doorway of a room & there in front of me I see Pres. Richard Nixon walking forward with a man to his left. Delighted, I cry out something, not sure what, move toward him & offer my hand – which he does not take.

          *{He does not take my hand because we are communicating Iinspirit, not flesh.}*

          But he did say something, -

          “If you need me, call me.”

          He looks sick – like his head is sort of yellowy or darkish, smaller than normal, his neck is also thin & he is slightly stooped forward.

          MEANING:

          *{This is Pres Nixon long ago when they were persecuting him with the Watergate scandal. His appearance is how he felt – dejected, stooped forward, sick with grief. But you stretched out your hand to him – which means you offered to hep. He could not physically touch you but he appreciated your empathy & told you to call him when you needed him – that would be the future - & so it happened.

His head & neck: He has been HUMBLED so his head is SMALL rather than a ‘BIG HEAD’ which would be PRIDE. The darkish or yellowy is a sense of sorrow & fear. The neck being thin is he CAN’T HOLD HIS HEAD UP HIGH. He’s being demoralized.}*

          Days go by. Little did I know I’d be calling for his help. I reached a state of near collapse – exhaustion - & I did ask for his help which he gave.

          Had this dream {regards the near collapse}:

          There’s a man I rely on to drive a truck, regularly, down this steep road which is near me. The truck is huge - metal painted a vanilla color, has thingies in the front sort of like part of the truck, like carved out, but don’t know what they are. With this truck he delivers good things, like charity to help others, & he does this every day. He works for me I guess.

          But suddenly this road changes, could have been a disaster. The road turns into a ‘drop off’ like suddenly just goes down. I see behind the truck a large evergreen. The truck almost went over this precipice but it stopped, & it did not crash. If it had crashed all the goods inside it could have got damaged & the man driving could have been hurt or killed.

          When the truck stops I call to him,

          “Get out!”

          And he does so, trotting in my direction, to the right of me.

          MEANING:

          I recalled about 35 year ago Pres. Nixon suddenly appeared to me & helped me interpret my dreams every night! This went on for two or three months, and then he disappeared.

          I had no idea why he helped me but I attributed it to karma. But could not figure out what I did for him. When he ran against Kennedy I rooted for Kennedy {I was just a dumb kid besotted with Kennedy’s looks & charm} & wrote a speech in his favor. I did not vote for Nixon as I’ve never voted.

          Therefore, recalling how helpful he was to me with my dreams I asked him to interpret this one – which I found baffling - & he did. Here’s his analysis:

          *{President Nixon:  The large truck is your work for God – it includes all you do - the Holy Mass, the writings & the prayers. You work for God every day – you’re dependable. The truck is vanilla as that’s the color of milk – the milk of human kindness.

          The man driving the truck is you – your flesh. God works through you.

          Now came a day when you ALMOST CRASHED. The road suddenly went down in front of you – but you & your work were saved. You simply stopped & heeded to the God within who told you to ‘get out’ of working – stop working. So you did & rested.

Me: the evergreen behind the man & truck represents eternal life – which I work for.}*

          Now that the president was with me again, I quizzed him about a few things. First, why did he help me before & now?

          And he told me I had helped him when he was ‘down & out’ being persecuted – as the initial dream explains.

          He said I gave him Love/comfort & strength. And so, this karma made him reach me at a time I needed help {I can’t recall why except the dreams were much harder for me to understand long ago} & now, it’s obvious I was exhausted.

          He said souls reach out to souls by karma – the Almighty puts them together. God knows all, sees all & does all things. He said the way souls in Purgatory appear to me, souls on earth can appear to people in Heaven  needing help – if their karma permits it. And my karma permitted it, so he heped me.

          He said he’ll always be around if & when I need him.

          I did ask him about my health & he said – like all the others – my heart will improve & I’ll be able to do what I have to do for my God work.

          I asked him about the Royals – why God gave them to me to help - & his take was:

          “Holy Mary knew you were dependable, that you would do what was necessary & so you were the right person for the job.”

          I said there aren’t many ministers to Purgatory one can call on & he said,

          “They are as rare as hen’s teeth.”

          {Every Saint has their own way of explaining things. When I asked Saint Faustina about Mary giving me the Royals, - & including  Dodi Fayed - her answer was,

“You must be a very great Saint.”

That’s kind of embarrassing so I never mentioned it until now. I might add here that Sainthood did concern Faustina & Jesus told her she would be a Saint, & she asked him,

“To the altar?”

And He said yes.

“To the altar” means officially canonized.

I asked Pres Nixon about suffering – how much did he suffer? Have I suffered as much as he?

He said his sufferings at the end were about what family & society did to me most of my life. He’d gotten great respect & adulation for many years – then when they went to defame & impeach him it was a great blow.

He said I’ve never gotten the respect he once had – the attention / adulation I did get was because of my looks & sex appeal – it was lust – which can be dangerous. It’s nothing like the respect a president gets.

 

Dream of the black man chasing me aggressively & the extreme effort I put into escaping him  {black man regards spirit, not race, a spirit of darkness, not of God, could be of the earth or flesh, lower nture}

 

A dark skinned man was trying to do something to me but I didn’t want him. I was trying, with some friends to hide inside my house but it was impossible. He also had confederates helping him.

Finally I told my friends, better to escape the house & run into the wilderness – they can get us even if we go to the attic & lock ourselves in.

Then when he isn’t looking I run outside into the highway & find a convertible going by. It’s raining; a woman on top a leopard skin coat is lying there in water while the rain comes down. I jump into their car & ask them to drive me away.

But that dayum evil back man has found me out & has got a large back vehicle, which I see close ahead of me to the right & he continues to pursue me.

My escape has been taking great effort.

Finall there is a short lull in the chase. We are facing one another & there’s an audience. People are all around, I know he can’t hurt me in front of witnesses.

He takes out 3 images, the one in the middle is the smallest – it’s kind of brown tones with a brown frame. The others, one on each side, are both larger but I can’t see them too well.

It seems the chase had to do with this image in the middle, & the man says to me,

“I want to give you this image of you.”

And I say,

“But I don’t like that image of myself.”

He is CRUSHED, the wind taken out of his sails, & his face is now covered with all bumps – no space in between.

          MEANING:

          *{After some thought I realized this is the idea or concept of myself being recognized for the lower nature – not the higher things I represent.

And after this ‘chasing’ me relentlessly we finally come to a show down, & this idea says I should be known for my flesh {dancing, beauty, body building etc} I declare I DO NOT WANT THIS & then I stop it.

The BUMPS on his FACE are like SPEED BUMPS. These are there to STOP YOU from speeding. On his face are solid bumps – no space in between, so that would portray no movement at all. The thought is defeated.

The pictures being presented are various images of how I could appear, to the left & right of this middle one are other concepts – probably the more spiritual aspects of my identity, belief & accomplishments.}*

       Another dream:

          There was a young, handsome delinquent, looking something like Douglas Fairbanks Jr, that I was following around. This place is like an outdoor mall, all kinds of spots. He’s constantly doing things that are wrong.

After a while I see myself with this lady who has on a ‘hoodie’ similar to the hoodie of an ancient painting of Holy Mary – hers is white & covers a lot of her face {“Virgin Mary in Prayer-Sassoferrato”}. This covers ALL her face & has so many layers, can’t even count – of cotton. You know how cotton wrinkles so in this wrinkled state layers upon layers make this hoodie very thick & it covers her face, both sides her head. You can’t see her face at all. And the color of it is medium blue – looks like someone dyed it at home, not store bought.

She & I now embark upon a walk in this mall. We come upon this delinquent boy who is now a performer & he’s on stage with a small band – I guess two other guys. He’s the vocalist.

Now they are doing a song & coming to the crescendo or climax of it & I do something with a ‘wand’ or ‘remote’ like you clic on it. Do I accidentally clic on it? Not sure, wasn’t aware, but I did clic & when I did it STOPS their performance as if the remote stopped the TV set & I hear them moan,

“Oh, we’ll have to start all over again!”

And that was just before they hit their crescendo, now must start from the beginning. I seem to be sort of apologizing, but this is vague.

It’s also like you were in a car & you clic the window & it automatically comes up – by itself - & I see it as if this window has closed on these guy – not all the way but like 5/8 or so – a few inches like 5 or 6 are still open.   {End}

MEANING:

*{This is my unfortunate relationship with the young man I was in love with – Nick - & how it came to an end.

          He’s the handsome, dashing delinquent – but his downfall was drug addiction, & he almost took me down with him. {After one year ‘going steady’ I got high blood pressure, another year & 3 heart attacks!}

          The ‘outdoor mall’ is the site downtown with all the bars that we jostled through.

          The two main scenes are the lady with the hoodie – myself - & the performance scene at the end.

          The person dreaming is my Mother God – she is in charge, leading me, she concludes this affair. The layers of cotton shrouding my face, dyed in blue, wrinkled, are the layers of pain & sadness this boy inflicted on me. Our relationship consisted of occasional trysts of love surrounded by umpteen cases of hurt from him to me.

          In the end I have so many layers of pain, that these cover my entire face – from top down to sides, all of it. This means what? I have no more ‘face.’ We say,

          He did this to save face,’

          Means a person did something to keep their PRIDE. Your face is who you are- your identity. You want to maintain it; you don’t want to lose all your respectability, sense of ‘self reality’.

          But by the time he got through with me, this shows I had nothing left – no pride, dignity or self respect. It’s all been consumed by sorrow & pain.

          And then what?

          I go see his performance & I CLIC without meaning to which ENDS his performance.

          This encapsulates when he CALLED ME BY PHONE to secure a meeting – I’d not gone downtown for a while - & he had someone to drive him to me {I’m 30 miles away} but I – my God Self – said NO.

          This NO represents the CLIC like when you hear a clic of someone putting down the phone or hanging up.

          But it wasn’t a TOTAL ‘clic’ or rejection. My God Self – now in charge – told him I was not obsessed with him any more but it could not be the way it was – {I knew I’d been addicted to him}. I still loved him & always would but I would not see him unless he left his druggie gf – partner in crime – & got clean in rehab. That is represented by the    WINDOW in the vehicle that closed but NOT all the way.

          And that was it. My God Self ended it – he could have complied but he didn’t – didn’t have the strength. And two months later he was dead of an overdose. ‘Starting over’ again probably means dying & being reincarnated. The dream does not explain if he did it on purpose. But I suspect he lost the will to live. He didn’t want to say it publicly – but I was the only woman he loved. The rest were either drugs or toys.   {End}