God, Aliens, and Other Stuff

  Image by author using ChatGPT I was raised Catholic and attended Catholic schools from 3 rd through 6 th grade. Although committed to my faith, I had a tendency even before college to shake my fist at heaven and demand, “Why?” Why do women have to wear hats, veils, and scarves to church? Why can’t we go past the altar rail? How can you judge people when you are so distant? I just wasn’t impressed with the 200-year-old appearances of the Virgin Mary on a foreign hillside to shepherd children. People need God here and now. In High School, three of us gals would sit at lunch and discuss religion. One was a Unitarian, one a Mormon, and I was still a devout Catholic. We were all committed to the belief system in which we were raised, and we were all aware of that bias. When I had a question I couldn’t answer, I went to the priest, fetching that wisdom back to our philosophical coterie. College is usually where it all falls apart, and that happened to me. It dawned on me that all...

UPDATED April 21, 2017 I have been blogging about the dreams of other Christian ministers, and I've been pretty harsh about them. I also have prophetic dreams about presidents, but mine contain a very different message.  THE WEDDING DREAM – IT’S OVER   I had a dream on April 21, 2017 during a nap. I was on a campus similar to a school. I walked along an outside walkway, just outside the gymnasium, and noted debris here and there which included some picked flowers. Soon a woman came up to me and said, “The wedding is over.” I answered, “What wedding?” She said, “Look, the bouquet.” I looked down and realized that someone had stomped along this sidewalk and had thrown away wedding mementos. The wedding bouquet on the ground represented someone who had utterly called off a marriage. The remnants of the ceremony were in the school gym. One of the things on the ground was a long Halloween decoration. I said, “The wedding was to be in October.” It was a paper chain, like we us...

One month after Covid-19 quarantine Sometimes I have prescient dreams, and on occasion, they involve a U.S. president. On June 23, 2018 I had one of those. The mutual detention dream I had gone to bed way too late the night before and got up too early, so I was sleepy all morning. That called for a sofa nap in the afternoon (a frequent occurrence with me these days). Just before waking up, I dreamt these words, “Mr. President, your cot next to Michael (?)’s cot.” The cots were in the corner of a large, temporary tent like those set up to house immigrants applying for asylum. I don’t know why the last name was muddled, but I feel it was done deliberately. Then I was suddenly awake. There are only a few Michaels of import in the Trump story. One is Flynn and another is Cohen. So that aspect of the dream is a mystery for a future day. Cohen had not yet flipped at the time, and I wondered if it meant he would. If the dream is prophetic, and if Cohen is the Michael, it doesn’t ...