Bugs and Beautiful Purple Mountains

[Guest guest]

I was at this place where I was having something done to me hair. I

won these little small rollers that were then used. When the rollers

were were removed from my hair it was a deep violet. I then was to

see this doctor for some reason, but then the appointment was

postponed because he had to leave.

 

Then I was at my dad's beach house with my children and hubby. Josh,

my youngest one, went outside and was being attacked by these round

nickel-size shiny black bugs. He began briskly batting them from his

head; with every attempt they would come quicker. I went out to help

him and they began attacking me as well, yet when they would land on

me they would fall off. I could feel a very strong vibration coming

from every part of me. I took Joshua and embraced him in my arms

cupping his head with my hands. The bugs began to fall from him as we

raced back to the house.

 

Then I was in a car riding on this narrow road with some friends of

mine from church. I look over to my right and all I see are these

beautiful mountains in different shades of pink and purple mountains

so luminous it was breath taking. Then I saw them on our left. The

sky was pitch black and the road ahead was pitch black and you

couldn't see more than a couple of inches in front. The first thing I

thought of this morning when I woke up is the song " America the

Beautiful " . Anyway the mountains were so beautiful they took into

there beauty absorbing you. WE were in total awe. On each side of the

narrow road were steep cliffs that seemed never ending. Ahead of us

the road remain dark suddenly turning from pavement into gravel. You

couldn't see the direction the road was leading. We found ourselves

creeping up to the top of a hill and on the other side we could see

roads that were cut out but unfinished. We were suddenly on the

downside of the hill with nowhere to go. Our car was facing downward

barely hanging on just above a concrete wall that dropped several

hundred feet to the unfinished roads that lay below. Behind us came

another car, and another, and another. We had nowhere to go. the

steepness of the hill was too grand to go backwards. We were trapped.

The cut dirt roads below us were dry and dusty; you could tell no one

had worked on them in what looked like years. The scenery had changed

from the beautiful Purple mountains into dry dusty land and beyond

the roads were dark dusty dry mountains that looked abandoned like

the roads that lay below. We managed to escape our car and climb back

up the steep graveled hill to safety.

 

I am sure this has to do with K, but I wanted your opinions if there

are any! Thanks for your assistance and I looke forward in what one's

interpretation might be.

 

Love,

Katherine