With all the tense and frustrating events lately filling the mind with earthly chaos demanding Justice and Truth, I thought it about time to take a break and get back to writing a bit on the more esoteric encounters in life as a reminder to us all that we are far more than we believe capable if we simply observe the road signs. Pay attention to roads that appear to tax your beliefs and dare to explore that which you think you do not know. It may be a path toward understanding Wholeness.
I have had some dreams that seemed more out-of-body in nature than the usual run-of-the-mill dreams, as many others have had to be sure.
A few years ago, I had a dream where:
“I’m watching from above as lines of beautiful Asian (or similar) people dressed in white garments are passing from a central garden or courtyard into an iron-wrought-gated breezeway. They all appear to have given up a battle or in some manner seem resigned to entering through that gate. I feel something is wrong. My ‘dream eyes’ turn around to see that below me in the opposite direction, two very politically powerful persons are talking together as they watch this ‘march of the white-garmented people’. As I hover above them, one turns, looks up at me, and says ‘I see we have a visitor.’ I immediately realize that they are nastily tricking these people to take a route that will be their demise. I quickly fly around as many people as I can huddle together at a time and scoot them gently away from that gate and through another gate—a ‘gate of promise.’ Although I am invisible to them, they appear to feel a nudge to put them on the other track.”
Okay. I’m sure a dream interpretor out there would tell me that this dream was about something going on in my personal environment. Perhaps about being more aware of a person around me who might be tricking me into something, that I need to change paths in my thinking about something, or that I should drive a different road to work the next day. Whatever.
However, without seeking out or even actively attempting to make Spiritual connections—I can’t even quiet my mind enough to meditate for 20 minutes!—Otherworldly experiences have just found their way to me, particularly since 1980. So, by the time I had the above dream (one of several with “visitor” overtones), it did not surprise me at all to consider that this was exactly what it was: The human 6th sense that reaches out and operates in Dreamtime or even in waking life. While the scene was a metaphoric stage, the “visitor” aspect was real for me. My view is that our brain waves in sleep sometimes simply coincide with waves in other worlds—usually just randomly caught but sometimes directed . We all have a 6th sense, no surprise there. It works in Spirit time, not earth time.
Just a few months after the UFO “Flying Strawberry” episode, the next strange occurrence for me (consciously) was with my dying Italian grandmother whose name was Orsolina, meaning “Little Bear”. As several relatives stood around her bed in the hospital with only a dim light over the headboard to illuminate the room, I was the one holding her hand. At the moment she died, an amazingly powerful shock went from her fingers into mine. It was so powerful, I was knocked backward and was caught by a relative standing behind me. At the same time, I saw a very thin wisp of “smoke” arise from the back of her head, up through the dim light and out the ceiling. I was so stunned from these two simultaneous events, I could not speak for quite a while.
When we returned to my childhood home (my parents held the funeral reception), I began to ask family members one by one if they had seen anything weird occur when grandma died. I just kept getting a blank stare. My parents were worried that I was suffering shock from her death, getting a little ditsy. Because most wondered why I fell back with such a jolt (they thought I had sort of fainted although I was alert through it all), none saw anything of any kind around grandma’s headboard, so I tucked it all away in the depths of the unconscious mind. But since then especially, episodes of otherworldly phenemona have just randomly dropped into view without notice. One of the more unforgettable and endearing recollections in this area surfaced in a conversation with my mother while we were celebrating a birthday at a Chuckee Cheese pizza parlor in 1987 for one of the foster children she and my father were caregiving.
For background, my mother was straight-laced in her thinking. Over the years, she would roll her eyes at me when I dipped into esoteric subjects such as Astrology. “You don’t believe that stuff, do you?” She refused to discuss anything of an esoteric nature with me. In fact, the family nickname for mom was “Puritan Pilgrim” because of her Quaker background and Pilgrim ancestry. Nuff said there.
In 1987, mom suffered a completely unexpected heart attack and was in the hospital. A pacemaker was placed during that hospitalization. One day after she was home and we were chatting together, she suddenly looked up from the knitting she was doing to see if anyone was around other than us. Then, she put down her knitting and stared at me for a moment over her eyeglasses. She said quietly, “I have something to tell you….I’m telling you because you seem to understand these things and won’t criticize.” WOW! I was all ears and opened a page in my ever-present journal. This is what she told me:
“I was lying in the recovery room after the pacemaker operation. I opened my eyes to see a beautiful lady floating, hovering over the foot of the bed. She was somewhat transparent but had on a beautiful lavender gown that flowed with the air as she hovered. She stretched her arms out to me and said ‘Do not worry. Everything will be okay and you will be home soon.’ Then she slowly disappeared. I closed my eyes and I must have fallen back to sleep. The next time I woke up, I saw a Pink Lady (hospital volunteer) in the room tidying up things and asked her who had been in the room earlier. She said that no one had been in the room since the time I was wheeled in there. She told me I had been in a ’ very deep sleep’ so they monitored me from the nurse’s station outside but that someone would be in soon since I was now awake.”
I remained riveted and silent as mom told me of this Spiritual experience. I knew it was very hard for her to comprehend and for my part, I simply suggested that she was being watched over and that it should come as a comfort to all of us. Since we seemed to be opening up to Spirit here, I told mom about the “electrical shock” from grandma’s fingers into mine at the moment she died. Mom simply said, “Grandma was right about alot of Spiritual things. I used to think that coming from the Old Country, she held strange ideas but you know, she was right on many things. I know that now.”
Okay, so grandma “Little Bear” had now brought mom and I together on what had been a long-time taboo to discuss. But she asked me to promise I would not tell anyone, and I never did—until now.
Now to the Chuckee Cheese pizza party in 1987. All the children were having fun playing games and were scattered throughout the parlor. After doing some supervision duties, I came back and sat with mom. No sooner did I sit down than she said without a blink or a blush:
“I came from Neptune honey.”
What could I do? What could I say? Oh, that’s cool…i have a mom from Neptune? Her matter-of-fact declaration floored me not only for the strangeness of it but because I knew my mom was a Pisces….and she did not as far as I knew! She had never wanted to know her Zodiacal ”sign”. I never had a chance to follow up with her on that revelation of hers, as the children all started piling back to the table for cake and ice cream. I had meant to ask her about it later that evening but it was not to be.
Mom died two days later from another heart attack. Just before her death, I was sitting at her bedside. She reached out her hands and the only words that I could hear were “take me home“. At first, I thought she was talking to me and asking me to take her home but she was looking at the ceiling. Then it hit me. The “lavender angel” was there. Then, mom was gone from this world.
She must have received alot of Spiritual training on the Other Side of the Veil (perhaps on Neptune!), as both Little Bear and my Mother The Neptunian were to play a major role in helping my father and I to facilitate his own transition 11 years later but that is another story.
And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
here are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Shakespeare’s Hamlet
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