Friday, July 24, 2009

Shocked by an Electrician

Yesterday was a busy day for John and I. We had a ton of things to do and nothing seemed to be going right. Even the computer was sluggish causing me great anguish. I think I had to re-boot it three times during the day which added to our stress.
It was at one of these moments where everything just seized. I had several customer emails to read and the compute froze again. While trying to unfreeze my page I glance down at the time on the screen. It read 12:34 pm. I hollered out to John, "It's 1,2,3,4. - which to me represents a time I have arranged with my deceased father that I would think about him. As I looked at the clock, I received a gentle reminder that today was the anniversary of my father's death, July 23..., 24 years ago. I conveyed that to John and he walked by me.
The computer was reset and John and I decided to take a lunch break. We were on the couch discussing our plans for the day when I asked John if he knew what that humming noise was. John said, " There's always noises in this house..., the fridge fan or the pool filter." I kept listening as we talked and thought, nawh, that's neither of them. It had a throatier sound. As we got up to continue working I suggested that if felt like the air conditioner was on because the room was cooler. Even with the windows open I could feel the coolness. John got up and went over to the vent under the window and stated, "the air conditioner is on." I asked him when he turned it on, since our summer thus far was cool and didn't require the A/C. John went to the thermostat on the wall and saw that it was completely off. Our A/C only works when the thermostat is set for cool and is actually on. John stated that he did not turn on the A/C and went downstairs. I looked out the back window at the A/C unit and saw that the fan was in fact on. I could hear John in the basement below me banging around. He returned to tell me that the fan on the furnace was on and the breaker for the A/C was not on. He stated that he turned it on only to hear a loud grumbling noise in the furnace. He turned everything off for about half an hour and turned it on. There was no banging noise nor did the A/C unit go on again. Everything was as it should be.
Later I conveyed this happening to my friends on "Plurk". It was John that suggest that maybe it was my dad manipulating the A/C as a reminder that he was around on this day. I thought it clever because my dad, in life, was a master electrician. Way to go dad..., you got my attention - Love you!!
Love and Light,
Anne ^i^

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Help from the Other Side

Some times we receive help from the other side in the most unique ways.

I have been experiencing terrible pain in one of my molars. It has been paining me for about two weeks now. I know I should have made an appointment with the dentist, but put it off. I haven't had the best of luck with my teeth and figured this wasn't going to be any different - root canals, heavy drilling - yuck, no thanks. I'll endure the pain for now.

Being the weekend no-one was going to be open and I wasn't going to spend 6 hours in the emergency department so that that the doctor can tell me that I need to see a dentist. Bullheaded comes to mind when it comes to my health. It can wait.

Last night I was in agony and by the time I went to bed my face was hot and throbbing with pain. John, my husband, was sympathetic but was helpless in trying to alleviate my discomfort. I watched the clock as each hour passed. If I could just fall asleep for a short time I wouldn't feel the pain. At about 3 a.m. I had taken as much pain as I could endure and went hunting for the Advil. I knew my oldest daughter had taken a couple the night before for a headache, so finding them was my challenge. Quietly, I crept around the house looking in all the usual and unusual places for the container. After an exhaustive search, to no avail, I returned to my bed.
John was struggling to find a comfortable position with his bad hip and I the same with my mouth. I laid there thinking that in the morning when I find the pills I will have relief and can take a nap to catch up on my lost sleep.

While I laid there in a twilight sleep a loud thump startled me into a full revive. John was not effected by this, but as I moved about John awoke.
He turned to me and said, " I just had a dream that you found the Advil. You said you found it on the floor beside your bed."
Always curious about dreams I asked for the details. "Who told you where the Advil is?" John sat up fully awake and pointed to the floor on my side of the bed saying, "You told me that you found the Advil and it was on the floor beside the bed." I turned on the light and leaned over the bed. There on the floor, exactly where John said it would be, were my Advil.
Totally floored by this revelation I took 3 of them and closed my eyes. I recall waking briefly after that and not feeling any pain. I thanked the spirits for delivering that message to John and went back to sleep.

Love and Light,

Anne ^i^

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Validating Lucid Dreams

Several years ago I had a recurring dream. It always carried out the same way. I'd be standing outside a huge barn looking up at the roof. It was unique in that half of the roof was covered with grass which seemed to be built into the hillside. (The picture shown is what one might imagine I saw in the dream.)

In a heart beat I was in the barn walking around. There was a vintage car and a wall of boxes obscuring it from the open barn doors. On the other side of the boxes was a wood burning stove. I recall the floor being dirty with grease spots. From there I was on the roof with my family doctor - Rx, I will call him. He and I were looking down a large hole in the roof and were holding onto a short rope. At the end of the rope was my son, Chris, and he was only about 10 years old, suspended high above the ground. Chris was able to climb up to the opening and just as we were about to pull him out, he dropped to his death. I knew he was dead and looked at him motionless on the ground.

From there we, Rx and I, were sitting outside a bistro enjoying the company of another couple. We were celebrating some sort of graduation and Rx was laughing and talking very loudly which was visibly disturbing a blonde woman at the next table. In this part of the dream I was Rx's wife and the woman at the other table, his real wife, was the stranger. They bickered back and forth for a short time and then the scenario changed.

From there I wandered away into a beautiful lush field of grass. I walked for some time until I arrived at a white garden gazebo that stood alone in the middle of nowhere. I instinctively knew it to be located on the grounds of a seniors' residence.

These scenarios repeated night after night with the same clarity as they did the first night I dreamt them.

In reality it was about this time that my family experienced frequent illnesses that required a visit to our doctor's office. It was my turn to visit Rx for some unknown reason. Before getting up to leave his office, I wanted to tell him of the recurring dream and that he was in it. Curious, he prompted me to elaborate on the details. I told him about the barn with the grass on the roof and described the interior. With a look of surprise. He said, "you have just described my barn and there is grass on half of the roof." Rx confirmed every detail from the vintage vehicle and wall of boxes to the wood burning stove. He didn't connect with the hole in the roof other than the stove pipe.

As for the bistro, Rx told me that his wife's hair was blonde and she was upset with him. I didn't know the connection with the seniors' residence until I had subsequent dreams that took me there. It was as if I were receiving the foundation of something epic to come.

These dreams always seemed to fall on the night before a doctor's appointment, as if deliberately arranged by some unseen force. The following short scenarios, all recalled from memory, were conveyed to Rx and each one was validated by him to be true.

I told him I dreamt of a woman by the name, Shirley. I was shown that she had cancer and she was connected to a female by the named of Sharon. Rx suspected that I did some research before coming to seeing him. But I insisted I did not. Shirley is his aunt and she had a relapse in her cancer. Sharon is Shirley's daughter, his cousin, who is going through a rough time with her boyfriend. Although the information was not earth shattering it was the stepping stone for bigger things to come.

At another visit I recited a list of names, apparently patients of his, that were dying of cancer. He concurred that the list of names I gave him was, in fact, correct.

On a subsequent visit I told Rx that I had a dream of a man that look like Andy Warhol, with white unkempt hair and an ashen complexion by the name, George. I recall seeing the man in a seniors home and the nurse saying, "The room is available now." I told Rx I didn't know what to make of that dream. Rx confirmed first by saying, "Your freaking me out! I did have a patient by a name close to that and the reason he look ashen was because he died last night in a seniors' residence and the nurse did say the room was available."

This went on for months and months. To the point where one day, I was walking down the street with my husband and I said, "We're going to run into Rx today." Just around the corner as we approached the bakery, Rx exited it and jokingly raised a paper bag to me and asked, "OK, what do I have in the bag?" I chuckled and said, "I don't know what's in the bag but I did have a dream of you in the hospital standing near a low wall where you placed a stack of papers and a note addressed to you that read, "Thanks Rx from Jackie." I asked him what the fluorescent stickers were. Rx, seemingly amused by the details, nervously chuckled and added, "I find this all so entertaining because I was given bio hazardous material stickers from a woman by the name, Jackie, to put on the metal supply shelves." I was on a natural high every time he validated my dreams. I wish I could say the same for my poor doctor. After a while I could see that he was physically shaken by my visions.

My dreams span over many years involving Rx. I think in some obtuse way he had an important role to play in my past and now my present because he is a rational man of science and his validations are an integral part of my spiritual growth. I will reveal further dreams in subsequent postings, but for now I will leave you with these.

Love and Light,

Anne ^i^

Saturday, July 4, 2009

A Message through the Phone Lines

My sister was two years older than I and probably my biggest supporter when I began to read for people outside my friend and family circle. She was quite proud of me and because of this gave out my phone number to complete strangers.
I recall this incident with agonizing clarity. I, in the midst of doing laundry, when Mary called me up giggling in her usual mischievous tone. "What did you do this time, Mar?" I asked her. A guy that she was seeing had a father that wanted a reading and Mary gave him my home number. She told me he was going to call in a short while and his name was "M". Reticent about the whole thing I expressed my reservations, but agreed none-the-less.
Image me knee deep in dirty laundry and alone in the basement praying out loud. I asked God to send me a spirit guide that would talk loudly and slowly to me. And if I couldn't hear them to repeat things that were important three times as an indicator that whatever it was I would take notice of it and convey to the receiver.
The phone was propped on top of the dryer and with each armful of laundry I continued to pray. There was no time to meditate because I had young children upstairs that would want my attention the minute I returned to them. My dear husband watched them as I readied myself downstairs.
When the phone rang, I jumped. A foreign speaking man introduced himself to me and said my sister advised to call. It was if I was listening in on a party line. Although I didn't audibly hear his wife, I could see her in my mind's eye. As he spoke, she began to show me the interior of his small apartment. The dingy tweed couch, the kitchen and a piano. I asked him if his wife, "V" was played the piano. He chucked and said,"Yes. She loved to play." She took me to the kitchen and showed me a hard pastry in her hands, "Yes," he confirmed, "She was a wonderful cook and loved to bake. No-one could bake as well as she could."
I could hear his wife laughing and wondered why. Then she focused on his feet. She showed me big holes in his socks. Not sure what to make of it I just gave the information to him. Surprisingly enough and he agreed, "Yes I have holes in my sock because he used to buy all my socks. I haven't bought any since." I chuckled, along with her, in my head. "M" accepted the informatin rather nonchalantly and permitted me to carry on. His wife conveyed the name, Maria and I asked him he if he recognized it. He acknowledged Maria to be his recently deceased sister. As he acknowledged her, she came through in my thoughts. A very lovely lady with dark hair and eyes. She wanted to talk "M" to a room where there was a dresser and in the dresser in a top draw under some white lacy garment was a card with a rose on it. He knew about the dresser but was unsure about the card. I also showed him a thick gold necklace that she wanted him to have.
During the reading I kept hearing the name DeSilva. "Does that mean anything to you?"
"No," he replied repeatedly, "Nothing." I could sense frustration on the other side that he did not accept the information but continued.
I saw a wallet full of money and conveyed it to him. At first I thought it was my wishful thinking that he might offer to pay me for my time. But that was not the case. He advised me that he was designing some sort of palm electronic device that was going to revolutionize the computer industry. He talk about stocks options and money investments coming his way. Maria practically yelled DeSilva at me, to repeat to him, and I did. Again, a very emphatic, "No."
My husband came down an hour later and gestured to me that it was time to stop. I had to agree with him. I was going in circles with this man and nothing more was being said.
About two days later I received an unexpected call from "M". I was busy with my children and somewhat perturbed that he would assume I would take another call from him without first agreeing to it. I found it very inconsiderate and rude. But as the powers that be, I started receiving messages for him anyway.
He told me he found the necklace and the birthday card he had received from his sister, prior to her passing, and wanted me to give him more.
His wife "V" came through and was laughing again. She presented to me a pair of black shoes that were actually painted brown. I started to chuckle and gave the information to him anyway. What did I have to lose. He paused for a second and confessed, "Yes, I painted my shoes because I needed a pair of brown shoes and I didn't want to buy new ones." I couldn't believe my ears. I could hear her laughing on the other side again and told him she was laughing. I guess he didn't take kindly to her laughing because he sounded annoyed.
I was interrupted and heard the name of DeSilva again and at this point in time I wasn't to worried about what he thought. He wasn't too worried that I had children and life also. So as a last attempt I asked him. "Who is DeSilva?" Sounding irritated at me, he replied, "I don't know any DeSilva's" He paused briefly to add. The only DeSilva I know of is my sister, Maria. Her last name was DeSilva. I though I wanted to drop the guy. I could hear a cheer on the other side and I dropped my head in disbelief. "You have got to be kidding me?" I said to him. I have been asking several times about DeSivlva and only know you can associate it to your sister?" I guess my aggravation was coming through in my tone because he quietened up. My husband came in the room very aggitated and shook his head. John whispered, "this is my day off and my time with you and the kids." I totally understood Johns frustration and said goodbye to "M".
There was only one other time "M" called me and my husband intercepted the call. He told him I was out. What I would like to impart is here is that even psychics deserve consideration for scheduling and person time.

I have only read over the phone twice and both times were very successful, which I am pleased to report.
Love and Light

Anne ^i^