Two days ago when I was meditating, I saw an image of a woman in a long black dress. I could see the neckline of the dress but even though I couldn’t see her head, I knew it wasn’t human but a raven’s head.
The words Maria Conchita Continaro came to me and I knew it was her name.
I never heard the word Continaro before, so I broke my meditation to write it down. I didn’t want to forget it.
When my timer went off I looked up the word. It is a name meaning Leader, Sensitivity, Compassion. I also looked up Conchita which means seashell or conception.
It’s like a dream I can’t translate, I’m going to have to think about it.
