Category: Visionary Reports
Every Time We Say Goodbye
In a dream Hillary and I were sitting in a cafe when a song was heard in the room. It was so beautiful that we stopped talking and went into a complete state of awe. The song absorbed all our attention and time literally stopped. When I was able to speak again, I said to…
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Follow the Glowing Red Antlers:
Re-Encountering Shamanism
The gods have a sense of humor. Brad was taken last summer to a spiritual classroom in which he was unambiguously reintroduced to a word that we had just wiped clean from our website (due to its connotative baggage). Here is our report: I (Brad) dreamed of arriving at a gigantic hotel complex with multiple…
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Letting the Mangoes Roll Away
For anyone who has ever made a cringe-worthy mistake, committed a wrong, had an embarrassing misstep, or is haunted by something less than stellar about their past, we have a teaching for you. It has to do with mangoes. This lesson comes from the first vision fast taken by one of the holiest leaders of…
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Spiritual Traveling in a 1960 Chrysler Imperial
Last night I was taken in vision to my grandparent’s house, the place I recall visiting as a child. My grandmother, whom I called Doe, was waiting for me. We spent the evening talking about many things in her living room and I was both happy and sad because I knew I would likely never…
Read OnThere Will Never Be Another You
Not too long ago Brad had a dream of the jazz trumpeter, Chet Baker. The dream in Brad’s words: “He appeared as a thousand year old man. His face looked like it was made of stone. He was in his living room with a younger wife next to him and there were a handful of…
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A Vision and a Song from Doe’s Kitchen
Brad tells the story of one of his holiest dreams that gifted us all with a song My grandparents, Reverend W.L. and Virginia Keeney, taught me as a child that God is love. As children my sister and I nicknamed my grandmother “Doe” (a deer, a female deer) because she was so sweet and kind….
Read OnThe Hollywood Visions
In 2014 we moved to a tiny bungalow in Hollywood, California. Watched over by three giant ficus trees, it is a small brown 1912 cabin of sorts, leftover from when Hollywood was a giant lemon grove. The house has been opened up to form a single, open room and Brad’s Steinway grand piano is smack-dab…
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