Mr. Natural Receives a Visitor

As I fiddled with its batteries and puzzled over why my digital voice recorder wasn't working, I walked from my garage, through my dining and living areas, toward my upstairs. From 40 feet away, I noticed what seemed to be a brown heap resembling bootlaces lying on the floor. Maybe from my dog's playtime? Grinning about our impish, 12 lb. Terrier-Chihuahua mix, thinking he was involved, I walked toward it to see what it was.

As I arrived, the pile of bootlaces resolved into this 2 1/2 inch spider. For my view when I first realized what she was, see my photo titled, "When I First Realized." Think I was surprised? I'd been up for around three hours; the house had been closed for the night with the AC on. The only door open was to the garage, 50 feet from where she sat. We regarded each other.

She waited patiently for me while I walked past her, upstairs, and got my camera. Then I walked past her again as she remained immobile and I snapped four flash shots. Still, unmoving and composed. When I nudged her gently with a paper plate into a deep, glass casserole dish so my son could later see her, she accepted suggestions easily.

As a kid I hosted all sorta wildling visitors, from snakes and field mice to a barn owl and kestrel. I've had the pleasure to hold Mojave Green sidewinders, reticulated pythons, red racer snakes, a Pickering's Garter Snake, boas and crayfish. I kept mallard ducks, doves, miniature poodles, moths, butterflies, beetles, wasps, honeybees, garden spiders, Black Widows, Alligator Lizards, Western Fence Lizards, a western grebe, horned toads, frogs, a Blue-Lined Skink, a guinea pig and tropical fish. Except for the domesticated animals, they all visited a while and then I'd release 'em.

But, this is my first tarantula visitor. I get the feeling it's a girl. But I'm so surprised at the moment I couldn't say for sure. She's very gentle, but of course I wouldn't put my hands near her fangs. I later released her into the ivy near our dry creekbed.

;)

A good shaman friend wrote this about my furry, fanged visitor:

"This is so wild! I also had a tarantula in my bedroom two weeks ago. He was crawling out of my closet... so beautiful and a wonderful listener. I told him he went in the wrong door, saying, 'Let me open the door for you.' He hesitated to go out, but did.

Tarantulas mean transformation through heightened psychism and feelings. Trust what you feel, not what you see, Mike. Your gut feeling/intuition is right on. Congrats! This is reaffirming my visitation; I've got to trust my feelings on some situations now.  Thanks for that, Mike.

I look forward to meeting you in person. It may be a long lunch; schedule for that. Take care. Hugs, Jen."

So, when I apply my intuition to what I've accepted into my life in this moment, there's clearly, for example, something special to my new two-legged friend's (RJ) request for help on his documentary about colony collapse disorder among bees. And the spectacular feelings of kinship I feel with Richard about his creative ideas and the stories in his life are actually leading to wildly-fruitful conclusions.

Or the amazingly-heartfelt, personal connections I felt with so many people at CEO Space, including Aura, Brandon, Gail L., Nicole, Kimberly, Ed M., Lisa and Douglas are among the highlights of my year. Indeed, all the warm, new friends from clan Dohrmann will be with me for the rest of my life, and beyond into Forever.

But, my absolute favorite nonlocal awareness (a.k.a remote viewing) in this beautiful Summer morning, is what I'm sensing about a petite, smiling road racer. Who also seems especially psychic. ;)

She has shoulder-length, wind-blown, sun-lightened hair and she's looks fast just while standing. She's wearing what seems to be a Nomex driving suit, with its shoulders pulled down to her waist to keep cool, like you do between runs. Sensing her field, it feels like she already knows about me, too. And it feels like she's looking for me. Just like I'd be 'calling' her.