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As a toddler, Sue Baumgardner made up stories for herself looking at books she could not read and later spun tales for her younger sisters. After she had her own children, she told them tales and eventually wove a new pattern into the fabric of their lives. As the three sat together, one would begin with a story idea of her own. She spoke perhaps a paragraph or two or three, then pointed to the next who would take up the thread and continue with her own evolution of the story line passed to her, until she pointed to the next. The third person wove her own ideas into the story progression. After the three each had a turn, anyone could end the story, in their turn, whenever it felt complete to them. After her children were adults, Sue studied writing, first poetry and then prose. After six semesters in adult education, she was thoroughly hooked on the story art form. Sue continued with dozens of classes, seminars and writing retreats. She studied writing and publishing under the likes of James Patterson, Peter Behrens, and Mark Dawson. As a contributor to the Discover Maine Magazine, Sue received her first check for her prose. Her poetry has been published in The Aurorian. She has six of her paperbacks along with four ebooks published. They include fiction and nonfiction for adults and fiction for Middle Readers. Her very first publishing though began with Greeting Card Universe, where Sue’s greeting cards with verse are sold across the world.

Remembered dream visit

My husband is eighty-two years old and his dream visits with his deceased loved ones are becoming more common now.

This last time, he had a visit from his mother. He said they talked and laughed uncontrollably. He mused, “I can’t remember the last time Ma and I had a good talk. It’s been years!” Simply put, they had a marvelous visit.

His dream visit that he enjoyed more than any other, is one that should be recorded (in a dream journal) so that he will more likely hang on to it and revel in it again in the future.

May I remind all my readers — journal all your dreams. If you wake and remember a dream visit in the middle of the night, grab your dream journal and pen from your nightstand and record it. You won’t be sorry you did!

…passed a couple of weeks ago

Wow!

My son-in-law passed a couple of weeks ago from covid-19.

After I awoke this morning, I lay in bed wondering if he had visited his wife (my daughter) yet and when he would come visit me in my dreams.

Then, I distinctly heard him in my head, “I’m not ready yet. I’m being vated.” And that’s all he said. Short and sweet. But what did it mean?

Vated? He hadn’t said ‘vetted.’ He had clearly said ‘vated.’ What does that mean? I wondered. Is it even a word?

So of course I had to roll over and retrieve my laptop from my bedside.

Imagine my utter amazement to find it is indeed a word and means, raised-up.

Yup, you read that right. The word elevated actually is derived from the word vated.

My recently deceased son-in-law is not ready to visit me yet, because he is being raised-up!

There are no words to describe how reassuring his short clipped message was to me!

May those who read this be reassured too. God bless you.

My most frequent visitor from beyond the veil

My dear little friend Naji, who is deceased, came to visit with me in dreamland again!

She has to be my most frequent visitor from beyond the veil. We visit more often now than we did the last decade of her life. The visits however, do seem to be getting a bit further apart.

We were just bubbling with joy at seeing each other again.

She said she had come to tell me that she was moving. We were sad that we would see even less of each other than we have since she moved last time. But we didn’t waste time wallowing in self-pity and sadness. We simply enjoyed the time we had together.

After I woke up, I pondered… it’s odd that the last few times Naji has visited me in dreams, it has been to tell me that she is moving. Now there has to be a reason for the moving theme, don’t you think?

I believe that there must truly be ‘levels’ of Heaven and Naji must be moving up! While she moves ‘further away’ from me, I can’t be sad because this means that my dear little friend is moving closer to the Throne of God.

I am truly happy for her and know that one day we will be together again. But as I told her husband in the dream, “I sure will miss those little cucumbers from Naji’s garden.”

When his time comes

My father-in-law came for a visit in dreamland. He died back about 35 years ago with black lung and cancer. But in the dreamland visit, he stood straight and vibrant, looking middle aged.

He came to visit my husband—his son.

My husband, Mike and I were seated on the couch, with Mike leaning back in his weakened condition.

Mike’s father, Ernest, stood with our step-son, Norbert, with the coffee table between us and them.

Ernest and Norbert were talking among themselves. Mike told me to get out the case with the two guns in it and take out the 22. Knowing what he was planning to do, I said, “The 22 is mine.” He ignored me and after a bit, I said, “Oh, I don’t care. Give it to him.”

Mike laid the 22 on the coffee table as Ernest and Norbert finished their conversation. “Dad, what do you think of that?”

“Nice little gun.” Ernest answered.

“Take it. It’s yours.” Mike told him.

A grinning Ernest was tickled to death! He picked up the pistol, looking it all over. He and Norbert were headed for the back deck to shoot a few rounds.

Now what did this visit mean?

Ernest is sure in a much better condition than he was when he passed away.
Mike is giving things away in his end times.
His Dad is there for him. He realizes Mike is failing and let us know he’s there. His life did not ‘end,’ and Mike’s life will not end either.
The visit was from Ernest who has passed away AND from Norbert who is very much alive. That showed me that they are both there for Mike and will help him from both ends (this dimension and the next) when his time comes.
It was my dream visit, so they were here to reassure me and I am grateful.

Close the drapes

My grandmother, who died twenty-five years ago, visited me in dreamland last night.

When I was a youngster, she spoke one day about when she and Grampy would grow old. She worried where they would go and how they would take care of themselves.

I told her, “Don’t worry Grammy. When you and Grampy get old, you can come live with me. I’ll take care of you.”

“That’s good to know,” she said.

The years passed. Grampy died and Grammy lived on for several more years. The day came when she had to go into a nursing home. I worked outside my home and could not take her in and take care of her, but I’ve always felt guilty for not keeping that promise I made as a child.

Last night, she showed me a lot. She lived with me (in my dream visit.) She and I shared a bedroom. She was in her bed resting. I showed her the scene outside the window, with our turkeys and other birds. There was even a black and white cow laying on the green grass. (The cow looked just like those on Grampy and Grammy’s farm when I was a child.)

Grammy and I were happy and loving. But she reached out beside her and closed the drapes. She said she had to rest. And there was darkness.

What did this visit show me?

Forgiveness. I believe she let me know that there were no hard feelings about my not taking her in. She also showed me that she is resting now.

She had to close the drapes and go back to her rest.

The love is no dream

It’s been a pretty dry spell lately with no (remembered) visits from my sainted loved ones who have passed.

Sometimes just a dream can refresh our memory of them and our love for each other. I had such a dream last night.

Two life long friends, parents of my dearest friend, passed away half my lifetime ago. While I think of them often and pray for them daily, I seldom see them in my dreams.

Last night was a night where we hugged, cried and felt the love. Indeed, as I slept, our souls seemed to touch again.

The situation in the dream was a bit bizarre and certainly not true in this life. But the message was love—given and received. And that is no dream. That is as real today as it was all those decades ago.

Crossing the veil

How many times have I said, “If I could go back for a day…”?

I did go back last night, in my dream state.

You see when I was a little girl, I had a crush on a little boy, I’ll call Tony, who was a grade ahead of me. He was a handsome specimen who loved the girls. Well, many girls—just not me.

I admired Tony from afar and feigned no interest.

My attraction waned as we aged and became adults. He was actually forgotten for decades. Then we were reacquainted on facebook. I was no longer in love with Tony but it was nice to reconnect with a childhood friend. It seems they are always like family to us in our senior years.

Then he died. I was absolutely shocked. Never expected that. I found myself wishing I had known he was ill. Perhaps I could have found ways to add to his life. Perhaps relived memories that we shared, memories that would have brought a smile to his face, that would have gladdened his heart.

Nevertheless, I was grateful for the little bit of time we two old friends were given before his demise.

Last night, we somehow met beyond the veil. We were young children again and getting to know each other better than we did the first time around. We became good friends. I was a runner. Living a couple of miles from the village, I ran to and from the village often. He lived there.

He began to run with me. I slowed for him and explained it was okay that he could not keep up with me, “You’ll get there. You’ve just not had all the practice I have. I’ve been running for years.”

When we ran uphill, it was a ladder and when you reached the top, you had to lift a little trap-door to proceed on the level ground.

Tony never went through the trap-door with me. I believe that was where the crossing of the veil was…

But as we ran, we communicated. Getting to know each other more intimately than we ever had in our past life (which we were aware of.) We became closer. We sometimes sat and held hands. At one point, before the dream visit ended, we kissed. Not a passionate kiss, but the closed-mouth kiss of childhood. The innocent and pure kiss of a kindred love.

One little peck on the lips, looking into each other’s eyes. Then I ran for home. Tony climbed the ladder with me, but I stepped up through the trap-door alone.

Without the distorting cloud of dementia

My Mom has been gone for four years now. When she passed, there was still some stress between us.

Last night she blessed me with a visit from beyond the veil. While we have worked on our problems in past dream visits, this one was different.

We worked together around the house and discussed the bedroom situation. Together, we decided what the new arrangement should be. It was all very loving and amicable. Absolutely no strain between us. We saw the situation in the same light and solved it together.

I have my old Mom back, without the distorting cloud of dementia influencing her understanding.

What a great night!

They will watch over us

My husband and I will be moving to Florida for four months this winter. This has thrilled me and worried me, relieved me and concerned me.

You see, we both fell on the ice last winter. I was hurt badly resulting in rotator cuff surgery for one shoulder. The other shoulder still needs surgery, to say nothing of the injury to both knees. I have been worried sick about the coming winter and what another fall on the ice could do.

Still, a move from Maine to Florida (even for just four months) is a big undertaking. We will have someone stay in our Maine home and take care of it. We will need to have medical records transferred down there, and arrange for my husband’s oxygen machine down there. Just the thought of packing up clothes and medications overwhelms me. Etcetera, etcetera.

Then there are the folks in our support system. We will leave them behind in Maine!

And the covid-19 problem. It’s much worse in Florida than Maine…

Are we doing the right thing? Or am I letting my fright of winter-falls push me into something we will be sorry for? Will there be anyone in Florida who cares whether or not we are well and happy? Will anyone give a rat’s ass?

Well, I was reassured last night. I ‘dreamed’ that we were in the new home in Florida. It was a mess. But who should show up, but two of my deceased sisters-in-law and my deceased mother-in-law!

I have been greatly relieved today. I understand their message. No matter where we are housed, we will have loved ones, saints, and angels, watching over us. This is something I had not even considered before the ‘dream.’

My heart is much lighter now and I am thankful for last night’s visit. I am thankful for the communications from beyond the veil. I am thankful for their continued love.

END TIMES and the RAPTURE

It’s been nearly two months since I last posted about spirit visits, dreams, and their messages. A real dry spell for me and my contact with sainted loved ones who have passed.

I know we all have dry spells in most aspects of our life.

But why, I ask myself. Is it because my mind has been so taken up with something else? It has indeed.

End Times. I feel we are in the End Times. There, I’ve said it. I believe we are in End Times. Now that’s important! I trust my gut. And I beg all my readers, friends, family, and loved ones—I beg you to get it right with God. Be ready!

Twice in my life (twice that I remember) I have dreamed of the Rapture and I rose up to meet Jesus, my Lord and Savior. It was beautiful, glorious, and so joyful!

I had to leave some family and loved ones behind. YOU do not want to be left behind!

I’ve long written about listening to sainted spirits. But now I have a much more important message.

Listen to the Holy Spirit! Get right with God! Be ready!

I don’t know when the Rapture will come—today, tomorrow or in a year or ten. But I do believe it will be ‘soon.’ I fell it like a powerful magnet pulling on my spirit. I feel it so strongly that I feel I must pass the word.

Be ready!