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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.

Beyond the veil

So my husband, my sister and I were saying our nightly Rosary. We sat in our usual positions: I sat in my recliner with the ice machine on my shoulder (healing from rotator cuff surgery) with my husband on the love seat to my left and my sister on the couch to my right.

We sit in a triangle, to say our prayers every night.

In the middle of the Rosary, my husband stopped us by speaking up, “My father. I just saw my father. I opened up my eyes and looked at Sue (that’s me.) He stood beside her chair and was looking down at her. No particular expression on his face, no smile or anything. He was just watching her. He just disappeared as I looked at him.”

I have observed that as many people age, (my husband is 81) they begin to see into the next dimension much more often.

The medical profession often says they are hallucinating, seeing things that are not really there. I beg to differ. I believe they actually see into the next dimension, into which most of us do not ordinarily see.

I was happy to know that his deceased father’s spirit looked over us as we prayed. And it made me wonder if our prayers don’t help open that window between us and beyond the veil.

They took me on a trip

My old friend Naji, the Lebanese American lady, one of the best friends I’ve ever had, came to visit me in my dream state last night. She comes fairly often from beyond the veil.

She usually comes alone. But last night she had her husband, whom she used to call, ‘Buddie,’ with her.

They had an RV and were going to take me on a trip with them. Bud and I were talking while we all packed up the RV. Bud, as I called him, asked me if I’d like to hear about their courting and their younger years together.

I sensed that he was going to confess some things about himself which he was ashamed of, or perhaps sorry for is more correct. However, he had been able to move past them and could freely admit to his shortcomings now.

Before I could answer him yes or no, Naji spoke up and said, “Oh Pa, nooo…”

Why in the world is she calling him Pa? I wondered.

But one thing I did understand was that she did not want to hear him speak of his past faults. She loves and respects him very much as he is now and it pains her to speak of his human faults. They are in the past; they are gone.

Life after death, shown to me once again, in my dream state.

They were my friends in this life. They were not perfect human beings, any more than I am. But they have entered a realm of learning and purification, I do believe. And they are together. And they are happy.

In this dream, I was vaguely aware that they had died many years past. However, I knew they still lived (though not in the physical body) and had come to share some time with me. Perhaps even share some lessons with me. I don’t remember if they did share any lessons. But I’m grateful for another visit and whatever they left with me.

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Getting back to my normal state of visiting with my deceased loved ones

Yesterday, I checked in to report that I hadn’t had any dream visits with my sainted loved ones in three weeks. That’s three weeks since my surgery and associated drugged distortion of my vibrations.

I did report however, that the nightmares had ceased and regular dreams had returned.

I am happy to report that last night, two of my deceased loved ones appeared in a dream along with four of us who are yet alive in the flesh and blood. So, looks like I’m slowly getting back to my normal state of visiting with my deceased loved ones who live in the spirit yet.

Last night’s visit was a bit confusing. I had one of my loved ones, who died from suicide, appear again, but as a baby. Does that signify he is born again? Reincarnated? Probably more likely that he is like a baby in the hereafter, learning some very important lessons about life. But he was a happy baby. And that makes me happy!

My Mom, who passed four years ago, also joined us in the dream. She talked with the baby’s Mom the whole time and I felt that their conversation was very healing for the Mom of the baby. I do hope so.

One more thing, I ‘flew’ in the dream. I love to fly!

I flew often in my childhood. But in adulthood, I most often levitate. So wonderful to fly free again!

Spirit’s vibrations

No new visits beyond the veil. I had rotator cuff surgery and bicep repair three weeks ago. The anesthesia and post-operative drugs did a number on my brain function I am afraid. I believe it also altered my spirit’s vibration.

My thinking has cleared considerably in the past week or two. I’m hoping my spirit’s vibrations will return to normal and I will once again commune with my sainted loved ones who have passed on.

Regular dreams have returned, which is comforting. Those post-surgery dreams were something else. Part of the time I was in a matrix. At times I saw through a pixelized framework while at other times I felt like everything around me was like hanging, floating spaghetti in the darkness. No color just a very uncomfortable state in the darkness.

So here’s hoping for a return to my normal. I will drop in and report again, soon.

My dead Uncle Dave’s face popped right in front of me

My Aunt Carolyn often visits me in my dreams. I have often pondered that while she is not a ‘blood relative,’ we remain so close after her passing. She was married to my maternal uncle who passed away many years before my aunt.

Though my aunt visits me often, in spirit, I don’t remember my Uncle Dave ever coming to visit me since he passed away. Not until this morning, that is.

I had awoken and lie in bed on my back with my eyes closed. Suddenly my dead Uncle Dave’s face popped right in front of me. Close up! My mouth dropped open and I looked at him in surprise. As soon as he recognized that I saw him, he smiled at me.

That’s all… But I did see him. He did come visit me. And I assure you, he is not dead. He is very much alive. I am very happy about that.

Perhaps we will visit again and perhaps he will communicate with me next time.

But that smile. That was precious to me.

Forewarning in my dream

To say I am flabbergasted is to say the least.

Sifting through the last twelve years of journals today, I read of many Dream-Visits that I’ve had through the years. Many of these dreams foretold of the coming deaths of my loved ones.

In reviewing these journals, I was surprised by how many times the heavens prepared me for the coming demise of my father and mother.

The one that shook me to the core today, however, had faded from my memory. In reading the entry, I was once again convinced of the authenticity of the presentations I am often given in my dream state.

You see, I dreamed that my mother would die and before she died, she would put one of my younger sisters in charge of all her funeral planning. I further dreamed that this would cause a huge schism in our family. I saw and felt the anger and righteous indignation that would completely alienate factions of our family. My soul was filled with sadness.

A few years later, this came to pass. I never would have believed that anything could come between my sisters and me. The three of us were tight. Always.

Mom has been gone for nearly four years now. All is yet to be healed. Even with the forewarning in my dream, I was not prepared. The pain goes deep. The loss of mother was accompanied by the loss of the family circle. By and by, Lord?

Memorial Day

Earlier this morning, I was lost in thought about my son-in-law, Michael, who passed-away six years ago.

Like living film clips, similar to the windows in my last post, I remembered Michael’s conversations with me in the hospital. He apologized for his life coming to an end. He spoke of innocent mistakes he had made. He spoke with pride of his wife, her accomplishments and strength. And his two sons, his concern for them and his aspirations for them. He thanked me for nurturing their musicality.

From out of no where, he shouted, “HEY!” He was right next to me, but sounding a bit like he shouted through a tunnel. I smiled, “I hear you honey. I know you’re here and I thank you. Mom loves you.”

Then I remembered him telling me more than once, “Sometimes you have to get a little crazy to get their attention.”

It is comforting to know that Michael is not dead, but lives. On the other side of the veil, yes. But he lives. He visits, he watches over us, and he loves us still and eternally, as we do him.

I am grateful that our dear Michael got my attention today, on Memorial Day.

Nine windows

Strangest entrance. A bit humorous, actually.

Mom & Dad came to visit me, in my dream state last night. (Both have passed-on. ) It’s not unusual for them to visit me. But their entrance was certainly unusual.

I saw three rows of three windows. That’s nine all together. Dad was in the first top left (open) window. Mom was next to him. The other windows were all open, but had no one in them.

In thinking about this after I awoke, I surmised that there was a total of nine windows open, where nine individuals could have come in to visit with me, but didn’t.

I’m happy to have had another visit with Mom & Dad. I couldn’t remember much of it, other than it was happy.

Now I’m wondering who those other seven windows belong to. Will they remain open and will those seven individuals come visit with me eventually?

Rest in Peace

My grandmother, who passed away nearly thirty years ago, is one of my ‘most frequent fliers.’ That is to say, she often visits me in the astral, in night time dreams. She often gives me significant messages.

We sometimes just enjoy a pleasant visit.

But last night was the most strange visit I’ve ever had from beyond the veil. It was clear that my grandmother had come to live with me (even though she had passed.)

Rather than visit or transmit some important message to me, all she appeared to want was to rest. She kept crawling back into her bed. I’ve asked myself over and over, what does this mean?

Perhaps, it was the simplest of all messages I have received from my deceased loved ones. Could it be she was simply letting me know that she is Resting in Peace?

I am happy with that. Thanking the good Lord, I am grateful for every communication I receive from the saints.