I’ve had psychic dreams since I was a teenager. In the beginning they were simply prophetic in nature, showing me things yet to happen. Then they became a communication channel for those who had passed on.
I think they came to me in dreams because my paranormal abilities were not yet developed.
In my early adult years, my maternal grandparents began to appear, providing valuable information and plenty of support during a very difficult time in my life.
My grandfather took me to my office – I was in my pajamas! – and proceeded to point out individuals he warned were not my friends. He advised me to steer clear of them and assured me he would help me in my career goals.
He did – by returning to my dreams periodically to provide valuable information, including that my grandmother was also there to help me.
At first, when she spoke, I couldn’t understand it. It sounded so garbled. She sighed and promised me she would return when I was ready. After my grandfather was finished.
Years later my grandmother showed up and boy was she mad! “You’re husband is coming and you are nowhere near ready! You’re wasting your time dating that – that (jerk?) … we have so much work to do!”
That dream really shook me up. My grandmother had never been that angry with me in my life. Shortly after, my life turned inside out and yep, I broke up with the … um … jerk.
The chaos forced me to reevaluate my life and what I was letting go on. I made healthy changes and cleaned up my act.
This included recognizing that I deserved better in a relationship. All of my relationships, not just romantic ones.
I met my husband soon after. Thankfully, I was ready.
Not long after I was married my grandmother told me they had to be going. There were other family members to help. I was very saddened, disappointed, but I understood.
Just before publishing Angels and Engineers, I learned who they’d moved to help. It made me very happy on many levels. I included the story in that book.
Recently, I became aware of subtle signs that my grandmother was once again around me. I didn’t recognize them at first so this delayed the recognition quite a bit.
Not in Dreams. I have a set of Doreen Virtue’s Messages From Your Angels Oracle Cards. I kept pulling Sonya which read
I bring you a message from your deceased loved one. I am happy, at peace, and I love you very much. Please don’t worry about me.”
I was baffled by this card even though it showed up several times. I basically blew it off because it didn’t mean anything to me.
I even said “If you think I’m going to make a living as a medium, forget it.”
Yes, I can talk to the dead…or rather – they talk to me. But I wasn’t going to make a living like that. That is a total minefield as far as I’m concerned. I don’t mind passing messages along when I get them but I don’t get paid for that.
I was also confused because normally when my deceased relatives…or anyone deceased for that matter…wants to talk to me they just show up and start talking.
Then, for some reason, I wondered if it was my maternal grandmother. I don’t know why – maybe she was finally getting through on a more subtle level?
This also confused me because for years she had appeared to me in dreams. If it was my maternal grandmother, why didn’t she just show up at night?
The smell of perfume. Yesterday afternoon, I was at the table working on my computer. I suddenly smelled a very distinctive, very familiar smell. It was the perfume my maternal grandmother had worn!
I hadn’t smelled that smell in years!
She loved the Estee Lauder perfume so much that in addition to wearing it, she bought candles in the same scent.
I don’t know why my maternal grandmother is coming to me in this way, as opposed to a dream. Maybe she is teaching me that celestial communication can change over time.
It did show me that she’s still with me, in spirit, and that gladdened my heart.
