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Sunflower Sign

I didn’t sleep at all that night, probably due to Starbucks Coffee again. I decided to take a quick stab at practicing the tarot cards – with some help from my cat whom was VERY curious about what I was doing. LOL! At first I tried just a general reading on Patrick. (No question really).

The first card was Knight of Swords (which Mom gets for me all the time), and that card had a WHITE HORSE on it, just like Patrick's horse.
(My aunt pulled the sun card when she did her reading that time, and it had a white horse on it as well).

So later I asked about Patrick NOW, in present day:
I pulled the Queen of Wands first. I decided to study the symbols on the card before looking up the translation. Imagine my surprise when I saw the Queen holding A SUNFLOWER! Just like the sign you told Patrick to send me!

Is this overanalyzing?

- Even though I NEVER read for pleasure all through school, I was CONSTANTLY wondering how on earth people write books, much less just ONE novel. LOL! I mean, it was ALWAYS in my head even though I loathed reading with a passion back then. I’m starting to wonder if it was him who planted the idea of writing into my head in the first place. It’s just like with the paperweight doggie lying on A BOOK that Mom named “Patrick.” When she was given that paperweight, I wasn’t even writing stories yet. (By the way, when Mom was in the dressing room yesterday at Kohl’s, the lady in the next stall was asking someone if the outfit she was trying on would be good enough to wear at HER BOOK SIGNING. Lol!)

- And this is nothing at all, but I think it’s a funny thought. When listening to the POTO soundtrack in the car the other day, The Phantom sang “Look at your face in the mirror, I am there INSIDE.” Immediately, I remembered those orb pictures in front of my armoire. Mom is always laughing at that b/c in one picture it looks like the orb is traveling straight through the keyhole. She’s always joking to me that it looks like the ghost is living INSIDE my mirror/armoire. LOL! Like when the Phantom showed himself to Christine through her dressing room mirror. I would never have thought of that if not for Patrick telling you that I’d like being called “Christine.” Not to mention ever since Mom found that long-awaited-for armoire, it has always reminded me of something that would be in Christine’s fancy dressing room. I’ve always thought that. Lol!

The Ancient Celts

And isn’t this funny…. Remember how you said Patrick was “A BIG GUY?” Well, it looks like the Celts were pretty well-known for that. (Also their love for fighting. Remember how TERRIFIED I was in that tent dream? Lol!) Also, I have always said that Patrick’s hair wasn’t really blonde, but YELLOW. Lookie what Mom found on the internet about The Ancient Celts. His hair looked YELLOW b/c not only was he a natural blonde, but he probably chemically treated it; probably with something like horse urine b/c it has ammonia in it – BLECH! Here’s what Mom found out.

- The ancient writers dwelt upon the terrifying effect an army of Celts had on their opponents; their great stature, their wild cries, their gesticulations and prancings, the clashing of arms and blowing of trumpets - all combined to terrify and confuse the enemy. As long as these demonstrations of enthusiasm and bravado struck terror into the foe, the Celts would drive all before them. 'For they were always most formidable while they were fresh.' The whole race is war-mad, says Strabo, high-spirited and quick to fight, but otherwise straightforward and not at all of evil character. (And remember how in my tent dream I was convinced he was EVIL, even though in real life I know he isn't that way AT ALL).

- To the Romans the Celts presented a terrifying sight because of their tall stature and their strange appearance. They were in many respects different from Mediterranean peoples. The Celts were by far the tallest race in the world, noticeable also for their white skin and fair hair. Although the Romans had heard about the barbarian Celts, they first encountered them as warriors, and it was in battle that their enormous size and strange appearance first struck them. The Celtic chiefs who advanced to challenge their opposing Roman leader to single combat were men of great physique, 'of stature greater than human'; the story of the fight between Britomartus and Marcellus can be compared to that between Goliath and David. The triumphal procession awarded to Marcellus was said to be most remarkable for the riches of the spoils and the gigantic size of the prisoners. Diodorus Siculus describes the Celts at some length: 'the Gauls are tall of body, with skin moist and white; their hair is blond not only by nature but also because they practise to increase artificially the peculiar nature of their colouring.