Sunday, May 09, 2004

My friend in Texas told me he had a vision, he saw an angel... He had just woken up and looked out the kitchen window and saw someone standing at the bus stop with wings. He passed the window and said to himself, "that's an angel" and then kept walking and then went "oh! That's an angel!" He went back to look and the wings were huge like in Renaissance paintings. He told me he asked for a sign of an angel or a guide 2 or 3 weeks ago and then forgot about it. An angel at the bus stop. If you really really need a sign you will get one, I think. I had between 10 and 12 visions when I lived in Texas because I think I needed them to survive. Now I don't usually have visions. Maybe I have had three in SF. When I first moved here I saw St Francis, I think a welcoming vision from the patron saint of the City. Then I saw a vision of a bull and then an owl on top of a roof nearby, that had something to do with falling in love and having patience. Then I had a vision of a man who was really a hawk questioning my impeccability. That is all in 3 years. I don't know if the number has gone down because I don't need them or because I am putting so much intense energy into school that the energy for my spiritual life is in withdrawal, hibernating for a while until I come around to thinking about my spirituality more intensely. It comes in cycles perhaps, like my sex drive, like everything.