“The Fair”

     I have such a busy schedule this week so decided to write the blog today! The next few weeks and then some in June I will be sharing the dreams I have had either with Warrior in spirit or pertaining to him in some way. I have had several spirit visitation dreams involving others in the past and there are some myths. First, they can be about ANYONE that has passed who either you had a connection with or maybe they need to deliver a message. Second, they are very real and you will remember them even years later. I have had many vivid dreams over the years so this was not a new concept for me at all. Third, symbolism and metaphors can be huge so once you piece it all together, hopefully it will make sense. Again, I get symbolism~~~ a lot~~~so some stuff is kinda a no-brainer for me but you might have to dig deep.
           I have been making some YouTube videos about a few topics and here is the link to spirit visitation dreams: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CHTevla29kY&feature=share

One of these days, I will figure out how to embed them to the blog but if you are interested and have questions, please check it out and let me know your experiences! Or, look me up on my YouTube channel– Kathy Pickett. There is one about this blog and meditation also. Ok, well– deep breath— here goes…
     Most of my dreams have an element of humor to them and this one certainly did. I had finally watched Summerslam ’92 with Warrior and Randy at Wembley Stadium in London, England. I know what some of you die-hard fans are thinking but no, I never saw the whole thing so this was last year early winter. Needless to say, I loved it and possibly the dream came about as a result of the outdoor stadium or maybe the excitement of the match– who knows? 

     I dreamt it was 1992 and Summerslam was going on only at a fairgrounds! ( insert humor) I was a successful businesswoman who wore a power suit, heels, and carried a briefcase~~ all not me! I assumed we were a couple since I was so determined to get there despite running late. Hopped in a speeding cab and then it started to rain. I was getting closer and finally told the cabbie to stop so I could run thru the field until I reached the ring. I don’t enjoy running so another metaphor.

     By the time I got nearer there was mud, dirt, water, and muck all over me but I didn’t care or notice. I made my way thru the crowd and got to Warrior but the match had just ended. I can‘t even remember the outcome although we all know the real ending! All out of breath I kept apologizing for being late, missing the match, and just feeling horrible. He looked at me all spent himself and said: ” It doesn’t matter. You’re here now and that’s all that counts. ” He hugged me and I realized what he meant.

     I was suppressing all my emotions of not always following him for those years after wrestling and just letting it all out. The businesswoman represented power which I do have internally to lead everyone into this journey of mine despite never being in a career of that type. Being a fan meant I was always dedicated despite other “obstacles” that were represented by nature elements in the dream. He loved me for me and always knew I was there despite not always being physically around. He remained in the back corners of my mind under the cobwebs but I had to live my life and put him aside all those years just like he had to begin a new one outside of wrestling. 

     He seemed to understand and I know he does to fans everywhere. He appreciates our devotion thru all the mud, rain, and dirt of our lives. We don’t need to apologize. He knows we are there always in our OWN way. ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ‘ โ˜”

The Three Sobs

     ” Geez, can you keep it down to a dull roar? ”

~~~ Bruce Nolan in Bruce Almighty
     This is the perfect quote from yet another movie in which I can totally relate to Warrior. A few nights after his passing, I kinda felt like Bruce although instead of millions of prayers– I heard loud camera clicks, shutters, and movie reel tapes. I KNEW sleep would allude me in one way or another but never do I know how and  what my reaction could be.

     I had seen online how the WWE network would be showing some of Warrior’s greatest matches on “Warrior Week.” I looked at the many faces over the years of the Ultimate Warrior. I have read that sometimes grief can get played out in your brain as memories, pictures, etc. so guess this was my turn. No idea at the time but first came the photos with large bright white camera flashbulbs going off in every direction until my eyes opened. Second, came the deafening sound of an old time movie filmstrip reel reminiscent of my Grandpa’s he used for home videos. It was incredibly loud and very unbearable to my ears. I thought they’d explode.

     I opened my eyes again and felt helpless as eventually my mind drifted to sleep for what seemed like hours later. Flash forward ( no pun intended) to possibly about a week later when the three sobs came. ..
     I really thought other experiences were hard to write about but this one is by far the worst. It always was something I didn’t want to put on paper but once I think of everything about Warrior and my thoughts, I had to include this. Often I said to myself after he passed it was like mourning 500 people since he changed his look frequently. He needed variety to stimulate his career professionally. 

     Just when I thought all the emotions I could possibly hold were done for the day, the night crept forward. I don’t talk in my sleep thankfully but as with all of my “warrior-isms”, complete and total shock began to set in. Whatever my sleep processed it was obviously too much for me to handle internally. I compare this to being half awake and half asleep. You are partially aware of your surroundings and sounds but can’t open your eyes. I believe this is similar to what a comatose patient experiences.

     All of a sudden, I let out three huge sobs ( a three count maybe?) that reminded me of crying as a child and guess at times I still do. After the first one, I did realize what had happened and knew why. I couldn’t really shake the feeling or fully wake up. My husband nudged me several times which stirred me awake finally. He said I must’ve been having a bad dream or something. I immediately realized but never thought it would manifest in my bed with my husband next to me.

     After staring into the blackness of the night a few moments, sleep seemed scary and pointless. How could Warrior’s death affect me so much and make me feel so out of control which I hate? Even after some of my relatives passed, this hasn’t occurred. I KNEW I was a wreck and very crushed by this but several outbursts– unheard of. I never forgot that and how profound it made me feel. His life, death, and spirit have all influenced me and his strongness remains always ever present. 
     Guess my psychic “clairs” were really starting to develop right away. These will be discussed in a later post!

Clairvoyance= seeing flashbulbs๐Ÿ‘€

Clairaudience= hearing movie reel clicks๐Ÿ‘‚

Clairsentience= feelings and strong emotions๐Ÿ’—

Claircognizance= a knowing about something without logic. I KNEW this was something very real and the beginning of a new awareness. This became ” epical! ” ๐Ÿ’ช

The Jump Rope

I have been working out since the early 90’s and over time boredom sets in or muscles aren’t worked properly. If we always do the same thing or don’t mix it up some, we lose interest and aren’t energized enough to motivate our bodies.
My daughter joined the girls jump rope club for 6 weeks after school in 3rd grade. I used to love jumping rope as a kid but never seemed interested in making it part of my fitness routine. She bought a nice plastic one to use in class that was just the right size for me too. I did 60 jumps, a minute worth and boy that got me going! Started to rotate this with jumping jacks I also used to do and all was working well.
One day my husband decided to get me my own cord rope instead of using the plastic one. I told him that wasn’t necessary but I’d give it a try. When I looked at the handles it had “Gold’s Gym” written on the side. Totally reminded me of Warrior and Sting with their Gold’s Gym shirts on. I did use the rope but what a challenge! So wasn’t used to this much bigger rope that was hard to control.
Later on at dinner, my husband asked me if I’d used the rope. I said: “yes, but it was so much bigger and difficult at first to figure out. I just had to wrap my hands around it and go.” When those words came out of my mouth I realized what a metaphor the rope was to Warrior. His presence is big ( not just literally!) and can be a challenge at times. But, I have wrapped myself up in his Spirit and I just go…….
I still use the rope but not all the time and if I hadn’t noticed Gold’s Gym on the handles, might not had a story. I am a jumping, breathing, living metaphor everyday and I just go…….

The Slithering Snakes

     This is certainly not a topic I thought to write about at all but for some reason snakes have a way of slithering in my life. I have always disliked snakes or most reptiles really and find them very creepy. Sure, there are many positive aspects of snakes but they have always freaked me out and still do.
     My family always remembers when I had one around my neck at the age of 6! I think it was at a nature center but no real memory of volunteering for such an activity. This one story is brought up very frequently but instead of becoming defensive which I seemed to do, now I take a different approach. So glad many of my experiences have become very memorable, after all we all want to be unforgettable~~Warrior was the master of that!

     Of course I will never forget his storyline involving Damien~~Jake Roberts’s snake. My dislike for snakes turned to hate after seeing all that drama, fakeness or not made no difference. Not a memory I can even try to laugh about today. It was disturbing and playing with my emotions way too much. As Warrior’s fan, I had to watch and keep watching like it was addicting soap opera which it came to be.

     Snakes seem to be in our yard at times and I know they are harmless but I am always the one dealing with them. One actually was headless, think maybe dropped by a bird and I had to throw it over the fence. My kids laughed as it got hung up in a tree. What a never ending job! One slithered in front of me into a flower bed and then just last summer I saw two. Once at a park and another on a bike ride. Why does nobody see them but me? Bizarre indeed.

     Small though most are, they still bother me and probably always will. I actually don’t mind other creepy things like spiders but snakes seem to be the joke with me. Some attitudes we can change or move on from but sometimes we might never like some things. For me, my mind will never trust a snake whether it’s poisonous or not.   ๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ๐ŸŒฟ๐Ÿšต

The Tenacious Toads

This story doesn’t really connect with Warrior as much as it connects to starting my blog. Well, maybe it does…. As previously mentioned, animals can and will use a spirit’s energy to show you a message or sign but toads aren’t those winged creatures! I do believe in the power of nature and all animals but yet once again, repetition is the answer. When things have a certain pattern or it seems only for you at that moment, it is REAL…
Every summer for the past several years, toads frequent our backyard pond and we spot a few hopping around. My son found one in the crook of our big oak tree trying to be hidden, some would be in the driveway hanging out after dark under the garage light, and some just hop in the yard. This past summer of 2016 they just, well, seemed a bit different and of course I noticed- again.
When I had compiled several stories already, my mind wandered into thinking of what to do with them. I love writing and this one actually isn’t an original.
Were they just for me to read and enjoy forever? Would others love them like I do or even care? I felt like a new mother wanting to show off her “baby” and yet keep it close and protected. As thoughts raced thru my brain, a few toads did some pretty interesting things.
One was on my side of the garage after I returned from yoga like it was waiting for me. They are never in that spot and nowhere near the pond or even under the light. While waiting for my daughter’s school bus in the front one was just sitting under my favorite coral rose bush. Um– really? They are never in the front yard- never.
The most dramatic toad moment was seeing one on my patio under the motion light. Now, they love lights for the bugs or water but it seemed so odd. The next night he brought a friend or should I say it? I don’t know… I teased it thinking the next night there would be three. Nope, it just decided to move closer onto my welcome mat inches from the steps up the sliding door. I said to it:” you’re not coming in!” It was so funny and yet so peculiar to me.
One more toad story– yes there’s more! I went in the backyard by the pond trying to get our dog away from her “treed” squirrel and into the car for her walk. I looked at the pond and yes by the photo (although it shows 4), about 6 toads just hanging out. We usually have a few, not this many! I was stunned and thought maybe it’s a family. Later on they were gone and never returned.
You might be thinking:
“What in the world does this have to do with my blog?” Glad you asked. I did a little googling of course and most know how toads have a very negative image. They are often viewed badly in many cultures. Just like with anything, keep on looking until you find the right meaning for you and I did.
I finally found out what maybe all these toads were trying to tell me– thanks spirit team! They can be good luck or fortune, something you have been thinking about could come true.
They could be sent to examine yourself for answers within, don’t let opportunity pass you by. Do not doubt yourself or your ability, you can be successful. Take action and don’t sit idly by. Notice the little things. They are astral travelers which means the aquatic and physical (land). They are grounded and yet very stubborn. They can be your encouragement at a time in your life when you need assistance with a decision. They can guide you to the spirit world and help you with patience or perseverance. You might need clarity on an issue.
Well, there you have it. I often thought of all these tenacious toads and wondered if this could indeed become a post, guess it has! Warrior has always been one of my spirit guides throughout my writings. Without him, I wouldn’t have a blog. Could he have sent all those toads?
You can decide for yourself but this Warrior Woman believes in it all. Maybe he was saying while shaking those heavenly ropes:” Write the #%?! blog already!” He swore a lot for those who don’t know!!!
Reference: www.auntyflo.com-Toad

The Pink Geraniums

3 years, 3 things…
This post isn’t one of my original writings but decided to include it since I always seemed to notice them… Being close to 3 years since Warrior’s passing this story alludes to the color pink, the word SPLASH, and the number 6. I did “Do the Work” and still am. THANK YOU Warrior for always believing in me and that I could. ๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒบ

Last spring I decided to buy a few geraniums since I never had before and what treasures they have become. I still recall the sales lady informing me they were $6 a piece- a little pricey for annuals but oh so worth it. There’s that number 6– again… I of course loved them because they were pink and once potted in their spot, we had blooms all summer.
These two lovely pink geraniums grew together and looked like one giant flower. Once late fall arrived and before the first frost, I decided to bring them inside. This was November and they were still going strong! Never have I heard of such an annual flower blooming so long late in the season, it looked just as full as it did in May. I did look up some info and it stated how some can survive thru a winter indoors if properly cared for. I was fascinated, this was all new to me.
Once inside I continued caring for them and eventually some petals one by one fell off making it look quite dormant. I kept thinking that this was the end for our two lovely “girls” but then after a few days they literally transformed in front of me. I made sure they had plenty of sun, water, and also pruned them. Now, some people talk to plants but I never did.
I did notice one of the flower tags with their names listed said Splash so I laughed thinking of Warrior. Never noticed that when I bought it of course but now I never will forget. The reason I saw that tag in particular was when I glanced out the window one day seeing a white object on the ground. I finally went to find out what it was, turned it over, and saw the flower info with the words “Lilac Splash” written.
How did a huge gust of wind lift that out of the pot which sits up high several feet in the air and blow it on the ground? It was placed vertically in the soil but guess it could’ve blown down. I will never know really but considering signs I get, always leaves me in awe.
This takes us to the present time of a few months later. I was reading this beautiful book by a gifted spiritual medium and I came across the “signs” section of spirits. This was in chapter 6 ( of course!) called “Do the Work.” It describes how “house plants have a high vibrational energy that spirits are drawn to and can help them grow in extreme or unusual ways just to capture our attention.” I do know from having many plants over the years that they are beneficial to us for oxygen but this Spirit vibe– oh wow!!!
I knew these geraniums were pretty unique after watching them all summer. Guess it pays to try a new flower sometimes–literally! Kinda ironic with that number 6 again….. the price of each and a chapter in the book titled with an expression Warrior used often when speaking. I speak volumes to my pink girls everyday. Am thinking they will be staying inside this coming season with a new flower taking their place in the pot.

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By: Rebecca Rosen