dreams – Dying To Talk With You

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!

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.

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…

Talking With the Dead!

Well, don’t go to sleep with your door open to just any spirits who might wander in.

One of my favorite prophets is Edgar Caycee. Although he died before I was born, his readings have been of great benefit to me. From Castrol oil packs (for certain health problems) to dream interpretations, I find his insights invaluable.

Edgar believed that we can communicate with incarnate souls and so do I! (I really don’t like to call them the ‘dead,’ as they are more alive than ever.) I have communicated with them for as far back as I can remember.

You can too, if you desire to. We will talk about the possible methods to encourage this in later blogs.

However, I feel the need to warn the reader; this is not always a good experience. Sometimes unknown spirits from the dark side will attempt to contact us. This is why I warn you, never use an Ougi Board! Neither do I believe in hiring mediums.

Rather, if you are a believer, ask the Lord to wrap you in his Holy White Light and fill you with the same. Ask him to only allow those of His Holy White Light to come near you, touch you or communicate with you. I never attempt communication with my passed loved ones, without praying this first.

You wouldn’t open your front door, in the middle of NY City, leave it open and go to bed, would you? Well, don’t go to sleep with your door open to just any spirits who might wander in.

Now, if I have not frightened you away, perhaps we can soon reminisce about some great communications and talk about encouraging such encounters in the near future.

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