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^

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^

He Waved Goodbye

It is through lucid dreams that I receive the most vivid spiritual messages.

The day I moved out of my parents home and into my first apartment, my dad had a heart attack. He recovered from it but the doctors told him that his heart was damaged. A large part of it was damaged and not functioning at all.

During that year I had a dream. My dad was standing shoulder-to-shoulder in a crowd of people. He was waving at me as if trying to get my attention. I was elevated so I could see him clearly. The first thought that came to me was,"you're not dead". I consciously found it odd that I would even entertain the idea that he was dead. With that thought he waved at me as if to say, Goodbye." Not thinking to much about it I locked it away in my brain.

I was at work looking forward to my summer vacation but I was in turmoil over this guy I was seeing. He was distancing himself from me, so I felt, because his step-father was in the final stages of cancer. His death was eminent. Not one to be overly attached to anyone I kept thinking to myself, he's not the only one who's dad's going to die. I caught myself processing the idea and became confused. What was I thinking? Was this wishful thinking? No!! So why was I thinking it? My dad had lost a ton of weight, walked every day and was in great shape. Crazy thinking I suppose.

When I arrived at my parents cottage for our family weekend my dad appeared as though he had the flu. Trying to keep a positive attitude he took short walks with my mother's childhood best friend. After one of his walks he appeared ashen in color and exhausted. He laid down to recouperate but as the day progressed his condition worsened. Knowing my dad as well as I did when he asked to go to the hospital I knew something was terribly wrong.

He spent the troublesome night in the village medical center. By morning it was decided he had to go to the city. He was transported by helicopter as we looked on.

In the city we sat quietly in the waiting room for several hours in anticipation. The doctors wouldn't allow us seen him because they thought it might have upset him. He might have suspected by the look on our faces that he was going to die and they wanted to keep him as comfortable as possible. The doctor told us that his heart was three times the size of a normal heart and he was going to die.

They sent us home for a short break but as we walk in the door the phone rang. It was the hospital. My father passed away at 4:20 am.

Everyone around me was crying - some hysterically. But I was calm. I felt a strange peace. I attribute my acceptance of his death to the dream. In that dream he was contented and smiling.

To this day I still miss him. But I feel comforted in knowing that he is home and happy.

Love and Light,

Anne ^i^