Sheila and the Mummy and Plastic Pollution

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     I heard from Sheila about two weeks ago when the top of the glass bottle of Scotch broke off and the sink drained twice when it was properly closed. Then, earlier today, I read about how a 2500-year-old mummy was found in a sarcophagus that had been in storage somewhere for 150 years. Through current technology, "experts" can tell the person was over 30 and had some degenerative changes to bone. The feet and ankle bones were almost completely intact and wrapped in mummy cloth. One of the researchers is hoping that a toenail or toenails will still be available and viable for more accurate carbon dating. It got me to thinking about what my 2500-year-old mummy might tell researchers someday. But, the way we're going with all this plastic pollution, the life will be choked out of this planet long before another 2500 years go by. Maybe, Sheila was trying to tell me Jon isn't feeling well. I can feel weird, murky energy coming from him and her sense of urgent fear and helplessness. She must have loved him deeply which I totally understand and, perhaps, that is why she reaches out across time and space. She must hope I can try to help him but we live in this world and it is slowly being suffocated by plastic that never goes away completely.

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