The Healing: artwork from Chapter Five

acrylic on canvas = 5.5’h x 3.5’w

Artwork 'The Healing' by Monica Holy, psychic, artist and author of the paranormal book 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'


Dream Journal entry:

Friday, November 1 2002

This is the first time I knowingly work with a team of energy healers.

I have been astrally ‘dropped’ into a something already in progress and I am not sure for a moment where I am or what is happening. As I try to orient myself, I notice a young man asleep and floating horizontally above a bed. We are not alone for long. Seven figures gather around him. They are intent, filled with purpose.

These figures are ethereal light beings. A brilliant glow emanates from their heart center and they glow. Even though I perceive them as light, I can vaguely see that they wear robes that fall to their feet as they float in the matrix.

We are surrounded by darkness. I have no sense of geometric boundary. There is no top or bottom, no constraining side walls in the space of our healing.

None of the figures speak to each other or touch as they line up on either side of the patient, four on his right side and three on his left. I move into the space remaining, bringing our number to eight.

I know what is going on and what to do. I’ve done this before. We have assembled here to heal this young man. There is no communication or instruction; we all know our parts. Together we proceed to work in a seamless choreography to cleanse, rid, eradicate, release and clear his physical body of disease. Our efforts are utterly synchronized in the knowing that only together is it possible for us to draw the diseased energy out.



Grey Wolf: artwork from Chapter Six

acrylic on canvas = 3’h x 4’w

Artwork 'Grey Wolf' by Monica Holy, psychic, artist and author of the paranormal book 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'


Dream Journal entry:

Saturday, December 27 2003

As I l lay down and ready my mind to enter the Night Shift world, I ask for an image that I can identify as a spirit guide.

The dreamtime opens, showing me earth’s moon, full and shining. As the full moon always does, its gentle brilliance draws me into a peaceful and thoughtless contemplation, and so I gaze at it without expectation, just waiting.

The image begins to shift as I watch. Feathers form over the round and placid face of the shining moon, transforming it into the visage of an owl. The feathers are as softly colored as moonlight—gentle earthy umbers, buttery ochers and misty greys tinged with blue. Layer upon circular layer appear until the luminous orb is completely masked by them.

I sense a presence forming behind the mask; his essence is Native. He is completely hidden except for his eyes, which glow with wisdom, kindness and understanding. They are the amber eyes of a wolf.

A spirit guide has come to my calling. His name is Grey Wolf.



Frog Medicine: artwork from Chapter Seven

acrylic on board = 4′ x 4′

Artwork 'Frog Medicine' by Monica Holy, psychic, artist and author of the paranormal book 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'


Dream Journal entry:

Friday, September 24 2004

All I see before me is darkness. An image begins to take form and along with it a stream of information infuses me. My mind can’t keep up but I know that my greater consciousness absorbs and understands it all.

The image begins as a square of green moss agate, stone of healing and balance. Broken green lines emanate from the corner of each side, forming a cross inside a circle. Frogs line the arms of the cross, squiggles coming outward from their feet. Frogs and squiggles vibrate at such an incredible speed that they glow a phosphorescent green, shimmering in the darkness.

I receive the overall message—’Frog Medicine’

The idea of frog medicine feels like something remembered, a retrieval of something long past.



Mars: artwork from Chapter Eight

acrylic on canvas = 3′ x 3′

Artwork 'Mars' by Monica Holy, psychic, artist and author of the paranormal book 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'


Dream Journal entry:

Wednesday, March 5 2003

I feel myself drifting high above a planet. I let the current of the planet’s orbit draw me closer in a sweeping arc until I am close enough to see what I can only describe as a wondrous city below me. I know that I am looking down on Mars.

The layout of the city is circular. The streets are curved and the buildings are shaped like wedges to fit the layout. Some of the buildings are topped with large domes and smaller silvery nodules. All the buildings emanate from the central space, which I sense was once a gathering place for the inhabitants, but there are no inhabitants visible, for this city has been empty of living creatures for years beyond counting.

I am filled with admiration by the simple functional geometry of the city. It looks as if it has been designed ergonomically: The patterns of streets and structures are meant to encourage the easy flow of movement. I get a sense that the inhabitants moved in a choreography of awareness of each other so serene that they strode without hesitation through these streets.

Nor does the city fight with its surroundings. It fits into the rust-colored landscape with ease and grace. There are no walls at the perimeter. Instead, the city sits in a crater,

which acts as a natural retaining wall. The land at the edge curves upward and flows out into the environment without barriers.

The expanses surrounding the city are barren and empty. Everything is utterly still and silent. I am looking at a ghost town, but there is no sense of abandonment or loss in that understanding. The feelings that are lodged in the architecture of the individual buildings and the city as a whole are of love, peace, knowledge and understanding.



Synchronicity: artwork from Chapter Nine

acrylic phospherous on board = 4’h x 5’w

Artwork 'Synchronicity' by Monica Holy, psychic, artist and author of the paranormal book 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'


Dream Journal entry:

Wednesday, November 20 2002

Crack! I’m awakened from a deep sleep by the sound of what seems like someone quickly and forcefully smacking their hand down on the armrest to the left of me. Okay! They have my attention. Adrenaline racing, I’m not sure yet what to expect.

Time passes.

Nothing happens.

I’m half-awake now, noting the room around me. Quite frankly, I’m not used to wakeful interaction while on the Night Shift. I close my eyes hoping for either communication or a return to sleep. In complete contrast to my feelings earlier, an overwhelming sense of trust descends upon me. I feel totally safe.

My eyes are closed, but I can see through my eyelids as if they are open. Uncertain if this is just an image made up in my mind, or if it is really happening, I open my eyes for a moment. Yup. It’s out there. I close my eyes again and begin to scan the room. An intense, phosphorescent glow begins to shape itself into a web of cells, each filled with multiple hieroglyphs. I feel as if I’m seeing a plane of existence sandwiched between realities.

The web grows until it completely surrounds me. I see it as if from the inside of a filmy bubble. I ask if I might get a closer look and immediately it moves closer as though responding to my request, allowing me to get a clearer view of the symbols held within the cells of the web.

Each cell contains multiple linear stick figures that remind me of petroglyphs—simple eye, human, and animal forms. The human figures are all turned right, and always face the animals. The eyes number between two and six for each cell. I know that each cell represents a community of interplanetary species and the notion of universal co-existence.

I hear a very loud and persistent message: “We’re here, everywhere, all the time.” And the name of the experience comes to me also, like a passing sigh: “Synchronicity.”



The Grid: artwork from Chapter Ten

acrylic on canvas= 5.5’h x 3.5’w

Artwork 'The Grid' by Monica Holy, psychic, artist and author of the paranormal book 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'


Dream Journal entry:

Wednesday, June 24 2004

I’m immersed in darkness. My body is vibrating at a particular frequency—a constant droning hummmmmmmmmmmm. Shapes and symbols hover before me, grouped in series of threes.

As I study the symbols, I notice that my body is vibrating at one rate and my feet at another. The soles of my feet feel like they are on fire. What begins as a localized intense hurt soon grows into excruciating pain. Unable to bear it any longer, I take a step forward.

With one simple step I find myself in a wondrous, intricate, grid-like web of interwoven silver light strands. The shimmering grid extends beyond my view, stretching off into the receding darkness. Close by, I can see that where the strands intersect, lights glint and sparkle.

I freeze! I dare not come into contact with this network; I haven’t a clue where I am nor what the potential hazards could be. I decide it’s best to just hold space, stay in the moment, and take in every detail I can.

I see that each strand is slightly different from its mates in both thickness and luminosity. Their intersecting points vary in degrees of glint and sparkle. Each emits its own sound like a tuning fork—a note so clear and pure you can feel it vibrating through your being.

I was completely surrounded by these strands of silver frequencies when the message came: “The soul crossover is shifting and it can be disorienting, not just for the ghosts, but for the guides too.”



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