I think I had a visitation from an angel on St. Patricks Day a couple of weeks ago. I was on the train going to work, and I was reading a book on Remote Viewing (Mind to Mind by Rene Warcollier). I had closed my eyes to nap, and when I opened them this man sitting on the side of me asked me if I liked the book. We started conversing and he said something about synchronocities and then he got off at the next stop. When I meditated on the experience a few days later, I got the feeling that he was an angel reminding to pay attention to synchronicities.

The guy looked kind of strange as well. He kind of reminded me of this Amish guy I saw at Chicago Greyhound station. He had kind of odd haircut, like really old fashioned and cropped, and his features were ancient, like he could have a monk in the movie "The Name of the Rose". If you've ever sent that movie, you'll know what I'm talking about. Some of the guys they had in that movie looked they were from another century and it wasn't just their costumes, it was their facial features. You just don't see men with those kinds of features walking down the street of a modern city. I'm not quite sure how to explain it either, but again if you've seen the movie you'll know exactly what I'm talking about.

If he was an angel, this was my second angel visitation. My first one was in 1990's sometime. I was walking home from church and it was raining and I had forgotten to bring my umbrella. I was really depressed that day too. I was dating someone at the time whom I really liked, but he was your classic "bad frat boy". I knew it was not a good relationship for me, but the guy was so much fun, really really smart, so charming and really, really cute. I spent all service telling JC I needed a sign that every was going to be okay.

A woman asked me if I wanted to share her umbrella with her as she was going in the same direction I was. I looked at her and was shocked because no one had ever asked me that before. She has a nice smile and friendly face and kind of reminded me of a nun, although she wasn't wearing a nun's outfit. So we walked up the hill to my apartment together, didn't actually chat at all, and then at top we said our goodbyes. I turned around a minute later to check her out again, but she was gone.

I don't know who that woman was, but her gesture of generosity really, really touched me deeply. I don't know. Maybe I looked so incredibly depressed and pitiable that when the woman saw me, she felt she had to do something. I don't know. In a big city like San Francisco, her gesture was just so unbelievable. This experience hasn't happened to any of my friends who've lived here all their lives. And I've yet to repeat the experience.

The woman had to be an angel. She looked so otherworldly too, like familiar and yet not familiar. Totally nunlike, but she definitely wasn't in the outfit.

So now I'm into angels and am attending an angel seminar this Sunday being given by Doreen Virtue, who's written all these books on angels. I found out about the seminar by accident, by sychronicity, and I'm going and I'm excited. Maybe my muni angel boy will be there, or others angel boys like him.

I moved my desk yesterday in my bedroom, in preparation for my lapptop. I'm moving my computer to where my work computer used to be and my laptop will be in my bedroom so I can still listen to internet radio in bed or other internet programs.

My desk is now facing west and when I'm typing at my computer I can look out the windows and watch birds fly across the sky or the clouds move or the stars twinkling in the night sky. I really, really like it. I wished I thought about moving my desk earlier. Speaking of birds, I always see two crows flying across my windows. Crows and raves are my animal spirit totems, and I love to see them.

How weird! I just realized I dreamt around March 7 that I had a desk facing a window in a two story house and I didn't know what it meant at the time, and now my desk is facing the window. I just came up with moving the desk on Friday, but perhaps my dream inspired me. In my dream I had a home office with a desk facing the window on the bottom floor of a two story house, and I was sharing the home office desk space with my husband and we were living out in the suburbs. Like what a nightmare! In the dream I was living in the house but I didn't feel very comfortable there and I wasn't sure why. The house was nice and big, with four bedrooms upstairs, but it didn't feel like my house. It was "his house" (meaning my husband's) and not mine, which I think means he was already living in it and then I moved in. It was such an odd dream.

I finally ordered and received my copy of "Harry Potter and The Order of Phoenix." I wanted to read it before the new book comes out. I only read the British version, and my copy from amazon.co.uk cost me $30. Gotta love that falling US dollar.

While driving around today I saw a gas station with gas at $2.57. I'm so glad I don't drive to work anymore. One journalist I read today said that they didn't know why people were moaning and groanig over the price of gas, when they willing to play the same amount of money for daily designer coffee.

Speaking of designer coffee, are times getting desperate for Starfbombs? They were giving away freebies the other day. They never do stuff like that. A favorite jewelry store closed their branch in Pacific Heights. I was surprised because the store was always so packed, but I guess there were not enough people buying.

We went out to brunch today in Pacific Heights and it wasn't even crowded. No place looked crowded actually which was shocking because usually Easter Sunday is a big brunch out day. Either people aren't eating out as much or they're eating at home.

My family always had a huge feast on Easter. We'd be doing the not eating meat thing every Friday, so on Easter Sunday we pigged out and ate tons of ham. Some childhood traditions never die. I still buy myself a new easter outfit to wear to church, the way my mother did in my childhood. But I had a filet mignon steak and swiss chard yesterday instead of ham for my pre-easter meal. But I did have an omelette with ham, goat cheese, bacon and avocado this morning. Goat cheese in a omelette is divine by the way!

I was talking to a friend of mine about Terri Schiavo today, and seh reminded me that Terri was a bulemic, which caused her present condition. All that barfing up of hydrochloric acid rotted away her stomach and other body parts. She was only 26 when her brain damage happened. How ironic for a bulemic to be forced to eat food ... talk about karma.

On my favourite radio station, Live 105, they're having a "What would Jesus play (WWJP) weekend". How funny! Would Jesus listen to alternative rock music for the Gen-Y generation? They play the music of the band in three, like the trinity, cute huh?

From the Live 105 website: "All this weekend we give up the wheels of steel to the one man who we're sure could do justice to our crack weekend team... The Man himself... JESUS H. CHRIST. And because of His Lord's fondness for the number 3, he'll be playing sets of 3 song from his favorite Alternative Artists... U2, Queens of the Stoneage, Green Day, and many more."

I went to two office supply stores to buy some office supplies, and they were both cloese for Easter. I didn't know stores closed for Easter anymore.

Church was crowded, but uplifting. The pastor preached from 2 Timothy on Christian values, but thankfully did not get maudlin about Terri Schiavo. I missed going to this church as I haven't gone in awhile.

So scary, I thought I saw my old ex-Steve as I was coming through the door. I'm like what the heck would he be doing there? He's a Peninsula boy. It must have been a Steve haunting or something. The Steve-lookalike was so cute too!

I went to Easter service with a friend of mine, and she told me that she had just auditioned for a play, got cast and was about to start rehearsal when the 25 year-old director was killed in a car accident in the East Bay last week. Shocking, huh? The guy was driving on a rainy day, got hit by another car and ran into a tree going 60 mph and was killed instantly. I'm like where were his airbags? My friend didn't know any more details other than the guy was killed. So sad and right before Easter too.