Spiritual Medium

Dreams.  

Real or just a mind release?

Some dreams are just that. Dreams. A release of the mind. Some dreams have meaning. Not all dreams have a secret deep meaning. Some are not meant to be directed but are the mind unwinding. Some hold meaning for someone else and not ourselves. I’ve had horrific nightmares (that later came back as happening to someone somewhere else and I later heard about it the news days later)

But some dreams are pretty damn straight forward. Especially when they are in fact an astral trip or a visit.

What is an astral trip? It is the most of vivid dreams you can have. Good trips leave you feeling quite content, and at times well rested even though you were out gallivanting all night.

I didn’t know it till I was much older, but I’ve had a couple astral trips since I was little. The one I remember best, like it was yesterday, is a more recent one from 1994.

My grandfather was a man anyone would be happy to call Grandpa. He was strong and very wise. He was proud of each and every child in his family no matter how much of a screw up we might have become. His home was always open. In fact, when any of his own children or grand children felt it necessary to “leave home” or needed a place to stay, we knew we could stay at his house. His heart was huge and his arms were open. Always. And we all took our turns living there briefly. He was the glue that held our extended family together. Sure, he’d yell at ya if your shoes got too close to the couch to get them off the damn couch. But he also welcomed us kids by tossing us up in the air toward the ceiling. He always caught us. I grew up in his house from the time I was a year old till my mother re-married and I was 7. I was back again when I left the house of my unbearably abusive step father at 17. You could talk to this man about anything. Love, life, religion (his faith was strong), ghosts, anything. Some times his humor would take us by surprise. Like the time he made fun of my mom going for a manicure. He came running out of his bedroom with his nails painted fire engine red and said “See? I did that for .50 cents!”

He was the most important male figure in my life. So it was no surprise that he would walk me down the isle when I got married in May of ’93. I was actually the first one he had walked down the isle. You could see on his face how honored he was to do this important job. His daughters didn’t get married with the typical conventional church ceremony. I was the first grand child. And his first (and only) marriage give away.

We danced what is normally the Father Daughter dance at my reception. I picked “Grandpa” by The Judds. Our entire family formed a chained circle around us. There wasn’t a dry eye in the place. Everyone there loved him so. He did other things behind the scenes to make my wedding special. a few months later, he passed suddenly on New Year’s Eve of a heart attack at 73. I was overwhelmed with great loss. Everyone in our family and extended family was devastated. He helped every single one in our family in some way or another. Whether it be deep conversation, a pat on the back or a ride somewhere. He held great pride for everyone in his family. He was in excellent health (just like Mr. Clean all the way. White T-shirt, bald & muscles, he exercised and pumped iron daily.) Yet he was a very humble man as well.

He always fed his mind and “Never Stop Learning” is just one thing I learned from him along with unconditional love and devotion.

We all felt a great loss. But we never really lost him.

Shortly after his death (a couple months), he came to me in a dream. It wasn’t just any dream. Beyond profound. He took me on an astral trip and showed me heaven. Showed me how to get there, and where I may live one day. It was more vivid and clear then any “real” feelings or things we experience here on earth.

He shared his love and wisdom when he was in his earthly body, and even after his death, he shared his compassion and knowledge.

I woke with so many emotions, sad, happy, content, confused, knowledge, and an understanding like I’ve never had before. Mostly honored he shared this with me.

The journey with Grandpa is in the next post.

Share your vivid astral/dreams with me.

With an ear toward those that have moved on before us….

My faith is strengthened through each meditation and sitting because I know without a doubt there is a heaven.  A glorious higher place we graduate to where we continue to learn and grow.

Which recently, means even more to me then it has in the past. Ever since I was diagnosed with an aggressive Advanced Invasive Breast Cancer (which I continue to cronical here…) Some sittings bring on silly surprises.  But EVERY sitting leaves me feeling whole with validation.

I’m a regular woman, with a somewhat normal family & life. Yes, we argue.  No my house isn’t always clean.  I believe in honesty, although I don’t always offer information to my husband about every little item I’ve purchased on a shopping trip.  I’ve had experiences that some people consider extraordinary.  The only thing UN regular about me is the fact that I do sittings for others.

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There is music out there to accommodate every mood I have.  When I’m going on a long drive in the beautiful country, Sweet Melissa and Jessica from The Allman Brothers Band starts out the trip nicely.  Sometimes Sweet Baby James, Shower The People or Mexico from James Taylor is a nice enhancer to a happy feeling of wanting to run through a field of daisies in the breeze of a warm summer day.   On rare occasions when I feel lonely, I’ll play “Man In the Wilderness” by Styx, shed my tears of woe and move on because I know Tommy Shaw certainly understands how I feel.  After all, he wrote the song.  It’s like crying to someone in your beer.  When I play the soundtrack to the movie “Practical Magic” I think about my soul sister and the strong bond we share.  She is always there for me.

The first time I heard “Never Again” by Nickelback I actually had a hard time with it.  Because it brought back floods of memories of my abusive childhood. I could completely identify with him. After listening to the entire album, sorry, compact disk,  I thought ‘damn that Chad Kroger had a really rough child hood.  I hope writing these songs was therapeutic for him.  It must have been.  The following CD’s had very different themes. 

Sometimes I use music to bring on a mood that I want to have.  There’s music that can bring you up or down, make you feel sexy or downright raunchy like a dog in heat.

When I have a call for energy because I feel like dancing around while doing the dishes, Cinderella, Tesla or Skid Row gives me that kick and does the trick quite nicely.

I use a nice guitar instrumental enhanced with pan flutes to assist in inducing relaxation before and during a meditation.  (I do meditative sittings.  See what I do here)  enter mediumintraining.com….

You’ve seen the commercial where the pretty brunette says “When you turn your car on, does it return the favor?”

Music is part of my soul.  It gets me going.  Enhances my moods.  It turns-me-on.

What music turns you on?

I do believe we get signs or messages in our dreams.  See why here…

There are those that can take ANY situation that occurs or any billboard and translate it into a booming message.  But there are times when you REALLY DO get a message.  You know when you can FEEL it is REALLY a sign from higher powers that be from above.  You “just know”. 

I’d like to share some of my stories, and I’d love to hear some of YOURS! 

Send me your story. 

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Shortly after I received what I feel to be a confirmation sign I asked for, I went to the grocery store.

I was feeling somewhat confident about my subtle sign, yet in my own little world & not feeling particularly pretty. I haven’t been out in public much since I started cancer treatments and lost my hair and my confidence has gone down. 

There was a man.  In the store.  I’d seen him before, but today he looked different.  A different air about him. His face seemed different.  Almost glowing.  I moved my cart in case I was in his way….He seemed almost angelic like. He approached a conversation by asking if he could complement me.  Taken off guard, I said “Ok, I’ll take a complement” waiting to hear what he would say about my undoubtedly messy wig (I am not brave enough to be ‘bald and beautiful’) or big ass because I really don’t consider myself a looker by any stretch of the imagination….  “You have beautiful eyes”.  I thanked him.  He said “you have REALLY beautiful eyes”  taken aback, not really knowing what to say to that a second time, I said “wow, thanks.  You should be around more often giving complements.”  And I immediately though, duh, that’s’ the best line I got? Then he asked if I was married.

All in the same one second while I answered Yes to the question if I was married, I had an apprehensive feeling.  Does he believe me that I’m married?  Because I was not wearing any jewelry or my wedding ring today (I take it off for radiation)  If he didn’t believe me, would he meet me in the parking lot, do unspeakable things before murdering me and stuffing me in a dumpster out back?  It’s really sad that people think this way.  But in this day and age, we hear daily of missing women and children, later found in horrible places, or never found at all.  I thought I’m using my credit card, at least they will have a way to trace where I was last and at what time.

He then said “tell your husband how truly lucky he is to have you.” (which has a special meaning to me considering the last couple conversations I’ve had with my husband).

Obviously I didn’t get stuffed into a dumpster, so I cling to my first initial feeling. 

I believe that man was inspired by something angelic, or his own beautiful inner spirit, to approach me and say something nice. 

It made my day.

How easy it is to say something nice to another.

It makes their day and costs us nothing.

You know how you out of the blue start humming a tune even though you haven’t heard it in ages… but then…..  that same day you hear that song on the radio, maybe even on a station you never listened to before?  Were you mentally asking a question before you were humming that tune?  Simply hearing that song, could quite possibly be your answer from the “cosmos”.

I’ve heard, as an aid to be successful in getting what you want, is to make a list of your desires/needs and post them on the fridge or another spot where you will see it every day.  Eventually it will come true.  I imagine just by seeing it daily, it becomes imprinted into your brain like, a washing, that you are more open to opportunity when it knocks or begin seeking out ways to make it happen without really realizing you are doing it.

Yesterday I thought I might try that.  I was making mental notes of hopes of what I want to be or improve about myself or my life.

A short time later I was praying and asked if what I want to do is the right thing to do, because I want to help.  I I asked for a sign to tell me “this is right” or it is “ok to do it”.

While jotting down ideas for a job, the song “Fight The Good Fight” by Triumph came into my mind.  Playing over in my head about 5 times or so.  I went on with the rest of my morning and headed off to radiation.

I normally listen to one of 2 radio stations or my own cd… today I was flipping through stations & just stopped on one.  Not paying attention to what was on I just stopped changing stations.  I was in the middle of deep thought.  After a brief moment I took note of what was on the radio…

“Fight the good fight”.  My mouth dropped and I thought to myself.  Is this my sign I asked for?  Could it really be?  Then on the radio I heard came “Dream Weaver”   - “fly me high above the starry sky, lead me to an astral plain” (which ties directly into an astral dream I had with my deceased grandfather).  I got goose bumps.  Hmmmm. I think this IS my sign.

The mental notes I was asking for were:

1. be a more loving & supportive wife (like I used to be)
2. spend more quality time with my daughter
3. to be a better medium helping people connect to loved ones & begin their healing process and prove there is a god & a great place we all go to on a larger scale.  See what I do here… mediumintraining.com

I’d love to hear your story.