Between Dimensions/ Between the Living and the Dead

As I walked into Mom’s room, she greeted me with a happy face, “Nan came and visited with me this morning.”

“That’s wonderful, Mom. Did she stay long?”

We quickly moved on to other matters of the day. Mom’s eyes lit up seeing I had brought her some macaroni and cheese. She was more than ready for lunch. As I spooned it into her mouth, she looked at me and said, “I thought Nan died.”

“That’s right; she did, Mom.”

“You lied to me!” She spat at me.

“No, Mom. I didn’t lie to you.”

“You told me she came to visit me this morning.”

“Mom, you told me that she came to visit. And I believed you. You know I believe the spirits from the other side can come visit us. You and I have talked about it before. I do believe you that she came and visited you this morning.”

Mom lost her steam at that point. She had no more desire for her food or for figuring out my grandmother’s visit.

I’m sure that she was confused as she found herself in and out of this dimension and the next. My mother did not have a habit of talking with the dead like I do, so it must have been especially confusing for her.

For me, it was a red flag. Mom was passing from this dimension to the next. She would soon take her last breath.

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She Used to Live Next-door. After Death, She Lives Even Closer!

No one answered the door, so I left her Christmas present between the storm door and inside door.

She did not call right away to say thank you. Unlike her. I called her several times. No answer. I began to worry. We had been neighbors and best friends for fourteen years, before I moved away. We kept in touch. Just not like her to ignore me.

I contacted her daughter-in-law, who had been widowed a couple of years prior. “Sue, she passed away about a year ago. I’m sorry you didn’t know.”

I had worried that she might be in the hospital, or perhaps even a nursing home, but died? It was very hard to accept. I tried to find comfort that she must be with her son and husband, who had both passed away.

Then came the night where she came to visit me in my sleep.

I was in a large, luxurious bath. It was steamy, or foggy. I sat in one end of this large, marble-like, oval tub that appeared to have no borders. The bath was relaxing. I noticed a figure through the mist. Like me, she sat in the water with suds surrounding her shoulders. “Naji!” I cried as she came closer.

“Oh, Sue, I knew you would see me! The others can’t. But I knew you would!”

“Are you okay? Are you happy?” I questioned her.

“Oh yes! It’s wonderful here. But Sue, you can’t imagine how close we are. I mean we are right here, right beside you! But you can’t see us. Do you believe me?”

“Oh yes, I believe, Naji. And I am so happy to hear that you are happy.”

“I knew you would believe. I knew you would see me. Not the others. But you. I knew you would.”

Naji and I had a brief but glorious visit that night. She, more than anyone else in my life, showed me that not only do our loved ones continue ‘living’ after they pass on, but they are very close to us and can see us. They watch over us. And the love continues.

Last night, Naji came back in a dream. It had been a long time since the last dream. It was a dream I saw little significance in. But it reminded me of my love for her, and her love for me. And that is huge. I look forward to the day when having finished my work here, I will join her.


Where Sin Increased

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Best of Friends

Have you ever lost someone who had been one of your best friends for your whole life, until that last chapter? I did and the pain was deeper than I could ever convey to you. When she died, I barely grieved. I had already grieved my loss of her for over a year.

Another close friend had turned her against me, during what was an unstable time in our lives. I believe I was seen as the one who held things together, the strong one, and that somehow made me the common enemy. Though I only see this in hindsight.

The betrayal from both of them was painful, but the betrayal of the one who had been there by my side for my whole life ~ that betrayal was shattering. I had watched her strike out at others whenever she somehow felt threatened, but I loved her without judgment and that was a thread that held us together, until one dreadful day, in the final chapter of our life together.

As I sat by her bedside, in the last week of her life, she attempted to explain and apologize. I comforted her the best I could and prayed for her salvation. But it was only last night, nearly three years since her death, that we bridged the gap. She came to me in my sleep. It was intense. Explaining how she had hurt me, I watched her stiffen and set her jaw, but she listened. I explained that the worst part was when she refused to hug me, to give me her love.

She replied, “You mean if I just admit I hurt you and tell you I love you, I can still win?”

What in the world is she talking about? I wondered. Like this has all just been a game?

I merely answered her, “Yes. I don’t care anything about winning. I just need your love. That is all I have ever needed.”

“I did hurt you. That’s what I do,” she answered. “But of course I love you,” she said, weeping from where she lay on the couch. She held out her arms to me. From my place, sitting next to her, I fell into her arms. We wept together and loved each other well.

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Where Sin Increased

Am very excited! My novel WHERE SIN INCREASED, will soon be available on Amazon.

This story deals with life here and in the hereafter, so it will likely appeal to many of my readers. The passages where one passes from this life to eternal life beyond the veil, are eye opening.

I will be sure to post here once the book goes live. Stay tuned!

Just a Dream?

Usually I know when it’s just a dream or a ‘real visit’ from the other side. But not always. Last night is one of those times where I’m not sure if it was a real visit. Still, I’m ever so grateful to have had the experience.

As I recollect, I stood talking with a small group of friends, relaying some happening that I had experienced. They all seemed doubtful. I said, “Ask Aunty Cal. She was with me and she saw it, too.” As I spoke, I raised my arm and gestered toward a garden bench on the sidelines, where Aunty Cal sat and smiled. (Note: Aunty Cal passed on several years past.)

I love her very much and feel I had an extra special gift on the day when we celebrate the resurrection!

Happy Easter, Aunty Cal!

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Grief Dreams?

I found a very interesting write today, by Dr. Joshua Black. He spoke of dreams very similar to those I have been writing about. However, he does not take the plunge like many of us do, and actually call them ‘visits’ from the other side. Personally, I can not see them as anything else. Why don’t you read his article, Grief Dreams: The Power of Love, and then you decide.

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Read and/or Meditate Before Sleep

Many nights, before I sleep, (and after I’ve said my prayers for God’s protection with his Holy White Light) I often read something having to do with death and as I  contemplate the crossing over, I believe it opens a window in my consciousness, making it easier for me to attain a connection. Sometimes, I listen to music on youtube for meditation purposes. I find whole-tone music works well.

You might enjoy my latest book found on Amazon. LANGUID LILIES ~ The Language of Loss. Much of this poetry was written as I worked my way through several deaths close to me. 

While I have previously mentioned the importance of writing your dreams in a dream journal, we have not mentioned another journal. I do believe it is very beneficial to keep a daily journal, especially when going through difficult times. My LANGUID LILIES came from my own daily journal. In hindsight, I can see how helpful this outlet was. A journal can be the next best thing to having your own personal ‘shrink,’ or perhaps even as good as.

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Two Visitors From the Other Side, Last Night

For about a week now, I have been attempting to have a visit with Brad (not real name) who was a piano student of mine when he was a young boy. I recently learned that Brad passed away from suicide over a decade ago. I loved that child and was overcome with feelings of remorse. Could I have done something, something more, when the child sat on my piano bench? Could I have made a difference that would have saved his life later, when he was a young man with a little boy of his own?

Knowing his family has suffered horrendously from this loss, I asked God and I asked Brad, if they were willing, for a visit. Could I help Brad? Did he have any message he would like passed on to his loved ones? I apologized to Brad, for asking this of him, if he had no desire for contact with me. Then I prayed, “God you know I only desire contact with those of your light and those who also desire contact with me. If Brad does not desire this, then okay. But please send someone else who does. You know my list of people I love to visit with.” My Dad always tops this list.

Daddy is usually a man of few words. He seldom speaks. But last night he came for a visit and talked with me! “Now, that you’re divorced, you will have to support yourself. With all that education, what kind of job do you think you will do?”

At this I thought, What? I don’t have a lot of big, fancy degrees. I guess I have taken a lot of classes, though. But, I didn’t say this to Dad. I just said, “I’ve been thinking about that. Perhaps I could be like an advisor in a high school.”

Next thing I remember from the dream, I was working in a high school and Brad had just transferred to that high school. I was surprised to see how he had grown and changed. He had grown his hair to below the shoulder. It was straight and had darkened to a dirty blonde color. Skipping his classes, he sat outside the school, in a snowbank. I went out to him, hugged him several times and told him, “I love you, dear boy.” While inviting him back inside where we could talk in a private office, I fully expected his resistance. However, with an expressionless face, he agreed.

This dream visit ended before we ever discussed his problem. But I am so grateful for this first visit! Perhaps next time we will get into his problems.

After waking from this visit, I had a realization: God only allows spirits of his Holy White Light to visit with me. Brad is in his Holy White Light! Brad has been healed! And I praise a merciful God for this.

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Remembered Nocturnal Visit ~ Write it down! Immediately!

You wake up. Perhaps you remember a visitation? If so, quick, grab your journal and pen. Write it down. Go back through what you wrote and see if it jogs your memory and you remember even more. If you do, record that too.

If you wake without a recollection of dream visits. Then lie perfectly still. Don’t stretch. Don’t roll over. Lying still, reexamine your mind. Ask yourself, Did I have any dreams? Did I dream of anyone who is dead? If so, it was probably a nocturnal visit. Whether just a crazy dream or a for real visit, record it in your journal. Often, things connect and make more sense upon reading the entries at a later date. The practice of recording with immediacy is vitally important. Why? 

The primary reason is, if you wait, you will most likely forget it, or at least forget fragments of the experience.

This practice of recording with immediacy is also important because:

If you review your writing down the road, you will often see things that you did not see initially.

ie: A few years ago, I dreamed of my cousin Bobby (who died of a heart attack at 42.) The dream place where we met was a lovely wooded spot. On a shaded side hill, we sat on pine needles and talked. I knew he had died.

Bobby said he had come to tell me that my youngest daughter was in danger of being hurt badly. Then he talked about a bad tire on her car and said not to worry because he would get a new tire for her.

There was more to the visit, but this is enough for you to see that when I later went back and read this entry, I was astounded. My daughter’s husband died of pancreatic cancer, very quickly and soon after my dream. Widowed with two young boys, she was hurt badly, indeed.

Did Bobby get her a new tire? You tell me. She remarried four years later and they are very happy.

The act of recording that dream resulted in my finding courage upon reading it after my daughter was widowed. I knew Bobby was looking out for her. Again, I advise, as soon as you recall a dream, record it in your journal.

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