Dream-visit

We’ve been off the grid with no electricity for two days. I could hardly wait to get the power back. Yes the dirty dishes were stacking up, but that was not the reason I so anticipated having power again. I needed to share a dream- visit with you all.

Two night ago, my Dad and I met in the astral. (Dad passed away in 2013.) Daddy asked me to meet him at a certain destination, not specified in the dream, just understood by both of us. I met him there.

The two of us were at times almost as one. But each had our own consciousness. The closest I can come to explain it is: Imagine two people’s shadows. Now change them from black to translucent white and round them out more like Weebles than people.

Our white shadows overlapped at times. But as I said, we each held on to our own consciousness throughout the dream-visit.

At one point we settled on a bench. We looked over the landscape. I said, “Look Daddy! Aren’t the colors magnificent!”

“Yes,” he said, “and look at the dimensions.”

If you have ever seen a greeting card that opens up and up pops a middle section with a cut-out showing a third dimension than you understand what we saw. However, it did not give the impression of a paper trick. It was not fake. It was real and the most glorious landscape. A tall tree to our left might have been an elm in all its glory. Then shorter hardwoods to our left. In front of us was water. Perhaps a river. And beyond that an inclining forest.

The view was more magnificent than anything you can imagine. And the melding of spirits with my Dad was pure love.

My only regret is that, I don’t have the words to share the magnitude of the scene’s beauty and of the all encompassing love.

Sweet dreams, my friends.

Dream visits from beyond the veil

Night after night, I keep having dream visits with random old friends who have passed on (died.) I haven’t reported on any of them here because they appear to be of little importance. We simply visit and speak of nothing that leaves an impact with me.

I’ve been wondering why all these dream visits. I believe I’ve come up with an answer.

We’ve been hived up in our home for weeks now amid this covid-19 pandemic. Absolutely no visiting for us.

Perhaps those old friends are kindly taking up the slack with visits from beyond the veil. They are blessing me with their friendship when I am most need of it. Lovely visits with mundane talk where we’re just relaxed and enjoying jawing with each other. How perfect is that?

Daddy’s special visit from beyond the veil

Last night held a visit from the other side of the veil that touched my heart deeply.

My Dad came and visited me again. In the {dream} visit, I attended a writers’ convention. It was held on some campus. As I walked along a road between buildings, I came across my Dad.

He was headed toward a carnival/fair of some sort with my mother and one of my siblings. He didn’t speak these words. He just somehow transmitted the info to me, as he usually does in our visits in the astral.

So he went on his way, and I went on mine.

Next thing I remember, I came into a crowded lobby where I was to ascend the stairs to another meeting. There stood Daddy in the middle of the crowd. He smiled so beautifully at me.

“Daddy, What are you doing here?” I asked him.

Still smiling, he let me know that he was there to see me in my element. He is happy with what I’m doing and he is happy ‘for’ me. As it turns out, the real reason he had come, to begin with, was not the carnival, but to be with me at this convention.

The joy that filled my heart overflowed.

If that wasn’t enough, I received news today, from my publisher, that my novel, WHERE SIN INCREASED, will be published on the 27th of March, 2020 and is now available for preorder at: http://encirclepub.com/product/wheresinincreased/

Now the light really shines! My Dad came from the other side of the veil, ahead of my news, to show me his delight at my news. I’m sure of it. How special is that?

His advice from beyond the veil

As I slept peacefully, I found my old 1967 Mustang. This car had been the pride of my young life. I had paid $2800. for her with a mere 500 miles on her 287 engine. Her two-tone blue leather seats and automatic stick shift kept a smile on my face as I rode along in that flashy new sports car painted an exciting metallic blue. The new leather smell was absolutely intoxicating.

I traded her in in 1973 for a family car, a Plymouth Satellite. But it was the ’67 Ford Mustang that stole my 18 year-old heart and never really released it.

So there I was with my found jewel. My ’67 Mustang. I took my younger sister for a ride. We were both very excited, though my Mustang was in sad shape. She was rusted all around the edges. The engine ran, but roughly. The blue carpet was in good shape, though dusty and faded.

I drove to where my Dad was. He had loved the car, too. I couldn’t wait to show him my find.

He sat beneath the wheel and took a spin with us. Though I must admit, it was not the ride he had taken fifty-two years ago when he took her up to 120 mph on I-95 before I, clutching my throat, begged him, “Slow down, Daddy, please!”

So in this dream of mine, my night-time visit with Dad, coasted to a stop as I asked him, “So what do you think, Dad? Do you think she would be worth investing some money into fixing her up?” When he didn’t answer right away, I prodded him. “Should I look into having her restored?”

“It depends on how much you want it,” he looked at me seriously.

So this was his advice.

I woke up realizing, as much as the car used to please me. It would not be the same today. I would not invest a lot of time and money attempting to make something old new. Something which even if it were right off the assembly line would not thrill me as it did back in the day.

But Dad’s advice keeps rolling around in my head. “It depends on how much you want it.” That was his advice from his side of the veil to my side here among the living on planet Earth. Even though he passed-on nearly seven years ago, my Dad’s advice is still spot-on and I would do well to heed it.

What do I want enough to put my all into it, at this stage of the game?

My writing career! So, here I am Dad, giving it my all…

Life after death

My deceased friend Naji visited me in my sleep again last night! I am always so happy to see her again. This was a dream-like visit where there were several messages only realized upon awakening.

Naji and I were in her old house in Waterville. I was painting the woodwork inside a window frame for her, while she was readying for a trip.

Her husband and her son had both already died. Naji was about to take a trip where she would recover from her loss.

She walked into the bathroom, where I stood painting. “Oh Naji,” I said, “you look beautiful!” And she surely did. I’d never seen her look better.

I was not finished with my painting when Naji’s ride arrived. I remember her house was empty of all furniture and belongings. I did not think anything of that until I woke up from my sleep.

We decided that I would finish the painting after Naji was gone. I kissed her good-bye and told her, “I will be here when you get back.” She didn’t answer, she just looked me in the eye. That gave me an uneasy feeling like perhaps she knew something that I did not; perhaps she would not be coming back.

We decided I would ride with her for her departure (from the airport?) As we rode in the car, I reassured her several times that I would be there when she returned. (Even as I reassured her that I would be there, I knew I would not be there for long, because I was moving on too.) She never answered that. I began to fear how I would get back from this ‘ride.’ We hugged and I kissed her on the cheek. I expressed my concern about how I would return. I snapped awake!

I had returned.

As I’ve written before, Naji is probably my most frequent night-time visitor.

So what were the messages in this visit from beyond the veil? First, she did indeed recover from the loss of her husband and son beyond the veil!

Secondly —Probably the fact that Naji’s house was empty of all furniture and belongings was an attempt to show me that she no longer lived there.

Thirdly— the fact that she never responded to my telling her I would be there when she returned should have clued me in that she would not be returning to her house. Well, it did after I awoke (or returned to my body.) As so often happens, many of the ‘clues’ only make sense upon awakening.

Fourth—that feeling that I would soon be moving? Perhaps I will join Naji beyond the veil, soon? But what is ‘soon’ in God’s time?

It just occurred to me, perhaps painting that window frame was a clue too. I painted it a nice bright white. Perhaps that represented the window opened (which it was) between Naji and I—the opening in the veil. It was after all, where Naji appeared to me and looked SO beautiful.

I love my little friend and I am ever so grateful for each and every visit from her. I am also grateful for the reassurance she has given me concerning life-after-death. Until next time, thank you, Naji!

My parish priest—in the light

I haven’t seen him in thirty years, however he was a big part of my life for twenty-five years. Revered George Goudreau died nearly seven years ago.

He was the parish priest where I grew up for eleven of my years there and then for fourteen years in the parish where I raised my children. Did we know each other well? Better probably than the average of such relationships. After all, he heard my confessions for a quarter of a century! Of course, I never heard his confessions.

My opinion of Father Goudreau was formed as one forms their opinion of a book on the shelf—by the cover, first and foremost. Then as time allows, one opens the book and reads a paragraph here and there.

Always meticulously dressed in black, this priest appeared to hobnob with the upper echelon in his parish. His parish and rectory were run efficiently and were always in better than good repair. I often wondered if he had not missed his calling.

He took a rather seedy, rat-infested, broken down old home and turned it into something worthy of a glossy-pages spread in Down East. Every nook and corner was perfectly decorated, every seating lovely and perfectly comfortable, every glass gleaming and with every surface dust-free.

His people skills? He knew how to empty the pocket of his parishioners when needed. He organized the best Catechism classes around, probably had one of the highest conversion rates under his tutelage of those interested in the Roman Catholic religion. He had a heart of gold for those in need.

However, he was a bit reserved with folks in general and was not a ‘touchy-feely’ man. I never saw a smiling child run to him with their arms open. He appeared more comfortable with adults, but last night…

Last night Father Goudrean visited with me in my dream-state. He was relaxed and open. No more of the reserved priest. Children flocked around him. He and the children were dressed with beautiful smiles, one and all.

He walked hand in hand with children. He sat on a rock and the children gathered in around him, sat on him, stood between his legs. It was as if it was a whole ‘Sunday School’ in a perfect garden with him teaching and enjoying the ‘perfect-love’ with the children (of God.)

Though I was not part of the circle there, he and I did communicate. I don’t remember exactly what was said between us, but I feel we talked about his mission with the children and his joy in his mission.

I am happy for him…for the children…and for me. Reserved or not, he was one of my oldest friends and I am happy to see him in the light.

Together after death

Last night in dreamland, an old and close friend came to me.

Before her death, we had a falling out. She had betrayed me. I forgave her and we worked on regaining our close relationship.

However, since she passed she has visited me many nights and we have worked more on our relationship.

Last night was such a good night. We worked on a project together and marveled that we had worked through the dark period in our relationship and now lived in the full beauty of it.

We were together in spirit and in sheer joy.

A heart warming visit

After a bit of a dry spell, I had a dream visit from an old family friend last night.

June and Alfred were friends with my mother and father. I remember many evenings spent at their home on a dirt road in Frankfort. We kids played outside, summer and winter. We played hide and seek in summer and sledded by moonlight in winter. Crushing tin cans, by stepping on them, we clomped up and down the hill pretending to be horses.

Mom and Dad played cards with June and Al. June made glazed donuts and Dad and Al did a lot of laughing. Great times.

Last night, June visited me in my ‘sleep,’ and we walked up and down her road, where she once lived in Frankfort.

I believe that we visited her road in her current dimension because while it was the same in many respects as the road in Frankfort, it was also different in some aspects. Several houses were as they are today. However, there were also houses which I have never known to be on that road.

We walked past the lot where my great grandparents once lived. The house burned back in the 1960s I believe. But you could still recognize the depression where the driveway had been.

June’s inlaws lived across the meadow. The house still stands in good repair.

It was a pleasant, sentimental walk.

Most of all, it was heartwarming to walk with a lady I’ve always loved. I feel privileged that she chose to come to visit with me.

Don’t sweep your differences under the rug.

My latest visit beyond the veil is very different from any other that I remember.

I witnessed two friends who passed-on, separately, a few years ago. They were having a fairly calm conversation trying to iron out a strong disagreement they had several years before they passed-away. It had been a strong and very emotional disagreement. However, they found a way to move beyond the disagreement and continue their friendship.

Now, however, they are attempting to iron out their differences.

I am left wondering why I was given an audience for this scene. I can only think that perhaps my friends wanted to make sure that I realized that problems in a relationship must be resolved.

It is our choice when and where ~ Here or on the other side of the veil. We can choose to work things out here. Or, we can sweep it under the rug. But we must realize that these differences will remain and they will cross over to the other side with us, where we must ultimately work through them.

So, be aware my friends. Don’t sweep your differences under the rug.

Considerations in your safety

My deceased loved ones have not visited me in dreamland much lately.

So, I thought this would be a good time to remind my God-fearing and Christian friends, of some important considerations in your safety. If you desire to talk with the dead and ask them to come visit with you.

Note: We speak of those who have passed on as ‘dead.’ But if they are saints, they are not ‘dead’ on the other side. And if they are not saints and ARE DEAD in the beyond, DO NOT ATTEMPT TO RAISE THEM.

Remember:

Before you sleep, if you ask the Lord, our God, to wrap you in His Holy White Light and fill you with His Holy White Light and protect you from all the evil ones ~ He will!

Ask him to allow only visits from those of His Holy White Light. Those are our saints who we commune with. They are not dead. Their spirits live!

These communion dreams will be much more vivid and valuable than other dreams.

In Joel 2:28, we read “And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my Spirit on all flesh; your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, and your young men shall see visions.”

We must not attempt to raise the dead. Rather, endeavor to dream visit, have a communion, with the Saints who live!

May our Lord pour out His Spirit on you and may you dream visit with Saints and Angels.