Spiritual Medium

I was back at my childhood home where my mother and I lead a mostly unhappy existence of physical and mental abuse from my stepfather. I didn’t understand why I’d be here of all places I could be, but I was sitting outside with my dog Pepper, by his dog house, who had passed at the age of 18 four years earlier. I felt guilt that maybe I didn’t treat my dog right as a teenager in my own apartment. I could have been a better pet owner. I did carry this 90 lbs. dog up and down 2 flights of stairs when he couldn’t walk, and held him steady as he tried to do his business. Maybe I could have taken him more places during his life. Maybe I could have let him out more often. Yet here he was with me seemingly happy to see me, tail wagging. I was cheerful as well. Then slowly, like a movie fading in to a new scene, my Grandfather appeared to my right. Slightly surprised to see him I said, “you can’t be here, you’re dead.” Very sure of himself, he matter of factly shook his head “no” he was not dead. He sat beside me, then fell back as if he was dying all over again right in front of me. Of course, I was overcome with devastation and sadness once more. Then he sat up, smiled, and took me by the hand. He looked up and I looked where he was looking. Above us was pitch black sky with brilliantly colored stars and planets. What appeared to be a green laser like grid became visible. Was this some sort of “map” he was showing me? Ahhh, yes. It was. He took my hand and I became weightless, soaring into the cosmos, faster then anything I’d ever seen even on SciFi TV. We traveled at such a speed the stars became blurred streams of light and gave the impression of changing into tunnels. He slowed down slightly a couple of times glimpsing at various spectacular clusters of colors and light, as if showing me points on the map. Well, I’ll be… He was giving directions. Ultimately we seemingly arrived at our destination. It was filled with fields of tall green grasses, trees, bright aromatic flowers, and small fresh lakes. I drank it all in. The smells of brisk clean water. The true scent of what fresh “green” genuinely smells like. The way the warmth of the light penetrated to my core. The instant feeling of complete comfort and total bliss. No hustle and bustle. Just being. Grandpa showed me there were separate houses, though so far apart you couldn’t see more then one at a time no matter how high up you were viewing from. Each had it’s own driveway but there were no roads. I had instant knowledge souls easily traveled between locations by mere thought. He looked at me and smiled. In that instant, I knew where we were. I knew what this was. This was it. This was a piece of Heaven. The real deal. He IS alive, and this is where he is.

The trip there was time consuming, and one of which the sharp details I will never forget. I stayed for what seemed like an entire day but receiving a great deal information, instantaneously. Complete harmony. Almost paradise.

Just when I felt comfortable here, it was quite evident it was time to leave as I was whisked away swiftly. The return voyage was more rapid. Everything flew past me in a rewind of sorts. I woke abruptly, almost breathless, slamming back into my body. I possessed conflicting emotions all at once, sad to leave, happy to see him, content knowing it’s fantastic there, confusion, a knowledge and an understanding like I’ve never had before. I was honored he shared this with me. The exciting feelings still linger in me today. It was the most vivid experience I’d ever have. More vivid then me sitting here now.

This was such an intense, insightful, profound experience, it motivated me to continue my journey, learn about spirits, guides, grow my faith and ultimately the desire to share with others that the buck doesn’t stop here, through proof of their own loved ones that have passed on through mediumship.

I knew there were different levels of Heaven, but I never understood quite how it all worked, until recently. Which I will share soon.

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.

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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