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^

A Hand From Above

I don't recall the year exactly but I know my husband was working the midnight shift and the kids were just toddlers fast asleep in their beds.

It was one of those nights that my mind was restless and wide awake. A thousand things were bouncing around in my head from the day and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't fall asleep.

I thanked God, out loud, for His blessings of the day and lay flat, in the dark, looking up at the stucco ceiling.

Directly above my head I noticed a flicker of light and searched the room for the cause. It was entirely dark and the tree on the front lawn blocked the light from the street lamp. I stared at it for a short time and it started to grow. I figured that it was my eyes playing tricks on me, like an experiment we did in my college psychology class. If you stare at a light in the dark long enough it will appear to be moving. I blinked and looked away. When I looked back with fresh eye it was still there.

Intrigued, I continued to watch it. It appeared not as a irritating light that would make your eyes water but it was a brilliant light and easy to look at.

I had only stared at it for maybe 30 seconds when it began to swirl and grow into a vortex over my head. I remember thinking I should been apprehensive at this thing over my head but wasn't. I fixed my eyes on it hoping it wouldn't disappear and I would eventually find it's source.

The vortex slowly calmed and a seemingly solid object emerged from it. At first I couldn't make out what it was then I could see it with great clarity. My mouth dropped and I could not believe my eyes. It was a large hand about the size of half of my bed.

Something inside compelled me to remain calm. As I looked up, a brighter light illuminated from behind it as the sun does when it breaks through the clouds in an evening sky.

Still not afraid I reached up and tried to touch it. My hands went through it and I felt contented. Not wanting to let this feeling pass I left my hands in the air. It was a wonderful feeling - one of peace. In an instant it faded away and the room grew dark again.

I was not on medication nor was I sick. I was as awake then as I am now typing this and the memory of it stays with me today.

Some might call it a hallucination or wishful thinking, but I know in my heart that that night I had received a gift from Heaven.

I would love to hear of any similar experiences that you would like to share with me.

Love and Light,

Anne ^i^