Dreams, Memories or Messages?

    I could (and probably will) tell you story after story about my dreams.  Early in life I learned to pay attention to them because they DO mean something.

    When I was about eight years old I awoke from a bad dream (or so I thought).  “Mommy, Mommy!” I screamed crying from bed.  Mom came into the room and sat at the edge of my bed “What’s wrong honey?” Mom asked.  “I had a scary dream.” I replied.  Mom then hugged me and said “Tell me about it.”

    “I was very tiny and walking down a long dark hallway.  I was holding some ones hand, a very big person.  We came to a room and stood in the doorway.  There was a big bed I had to look up to see who was in it.  There was a light behind the bed and a window.  The room smelled funny.  There was an old lady with long white hair laying in it.  When we entered the room the old lady tried to touch me.  I think she was dead!” I told my Mother.  Mom just smiled and said, “You’re just remembering.”

    “Remembering what?” I asked her and she began to tell me a story which I will never forget.  “When you were around two years old your Great Grandmother got sick.  The doctors said she had something called Alzheimer’s and that because of her forgetfulness we had to put her in a home.” Mom began, “Your Great Grandma loved you very much, but she started losing memories of you and all of us.  She became very scared of everyone and we were afraid she would hurt herself or someone else, so we thought this would be the best for her.” Mom continued, “What you’re remembering is something that really happened to you when you were only two.  I took you to see your Great Grandma at that home.  We had to walk down a long hallway to her room, it was kinda dark and it did smell of cleansers and medicines.  When we got to the room we stood at the door and she DID reach out to you just before she passed away.  I wondered if you remembered seeing her.  I think she’s reaching out to you again, this time in your dreams.  She just wants to let you know she loves you.”  

    Mom always had a way to console me and make me feel better about the things that scared me.  The scary dream was not so scary anymore.  It was a message to me from Great Grandma that she saw me then and sees me now!

Aliens or Angels?

    One night my son, then 10 years old, came into my bedroom and woke me.  He was scared and said, “Mom, there’s something outside.  I keep seeing a blue light floating around outside my bedroom window.”  I got up and took him back to his bed.  We both looked out the window.  Nothing.  We watched for a short while but saw nothing more.  “Well honey, it’s gone now.  We’re safe.  You can go to sleep now.” I told him as I tucked him in “It may have been someone down at the creek.”.

    A few months later I helped get him ready for school then, as usual, I laid back down for a few minutes before I had to get ready.  He would always wait inside the house until he heard the bus coming and I would get up after I heard him go out the door.  On this day however, I didn’t hear the door, I heard him crying.  He hardly ever cried unless he was hurt!  I jumped up and ran into the living room where I found him standing in front of the door crying, “Something’s outside, mom.” “What’s outside?” I asked.  “I don’t know, but it scares me.” he said.  With that I made him go to his room and I looked out the window.  Not seeing anything, I opened the door and stepped out to see.  Nothing.  I then went back and consoled him until the bus came and we walked out to it together.  I told him we would say a prayer over the house and yard after school to keep anything scary away from us.  That seemed to do the trick.  That evening we did a prayer smudging together, we went throughout the house and then outside all around the house.  This made us both feel safe.

    All’s calm on the home front for several weeks.  Then one weekend, after picking James up from his dad’s house, we’re on our way home and we see something hovering over the car as we’re driving.  I slowed down to five or ten miles per hour and we’re both leaning forward looking up at this thing in the sky over the car.  “What the heck is that?  Is it a plane?” I asked.  It was so low and so huge.  It was completely silent, big and black and triangular in shape.  “I’m pulling over.” I told James “You stay in the car.”  I got out and it was gone...we both wondered if it was a Stealth Bomber or Alien Spacecraft.  We wouldn’t both have seen the same thing if it hadn’t been there.  The next morning the newspaper had an article about a reported unidentified object being seen over the city we lived!

    Now I’m not one to deny that other things exist, but I’m not sure I want to have a face to face either.  So we both just forgot about the incident and went about our daily lives.

    Several more weeks go by and I’m at home alone.  James was at his fathers house for the weekend.  I have settled in for a good nights rest and just finished my evening meditation.  Suddenly I got a creepy feeling that something was watching me.  I asked for protection.  I then noticed a BLUE LIGHT through the blinds just outside my bedroom.  It was as if something was pacing back and forth in front of my window.  Now I’m really scared.  “Please, Lord God, protect me and keep me safe.” I prayed “If these are Your Angels I thank You.  But, if they are Aliens please send them away!”  They lights went out and there were never any more incidents like these.  THANK THE LORD!

Uninvited House Guests

    When I lived out in the country, years ago, there were many strange occurrences at my home.  One of which I will relay to you now.  Remember I was a single mother living with just my son and our pets.

    My son was around 16 at the time so he could drive.  On this particular occasion my son was spending the weekend with his father in town.  (These things always seem to happen when you’re alone.)

    Anyway, it was a nice evening in the summer.  I had the doors open early in the evening to enjoy the fresh night air.  Preparing for bed I went around the house and closed all the doors and windows, checking to make sure they were all locked up tight for the evening and then went to bed.

    I woke up around two in the morning, because I thought I heard the television or a radio on really low.  I listened quietly for a few minutes before I got up to check.  Thinking maybe my son had come home for some reason I checked his room first.  No one was there and nothing in the house was on.  I went back to bed.

    A few minutes later I woke again to hear the low sounds of people talking.  Was it the radio, I wondered, knowing I had just checked and nothing had been on.  I laid back down and about a half hour later I heard the front door open and close.  “James?” I asked.  No answer, I listened but heard nothing.  Now I was beginning to get scared.  What the heck is going on tonight?    The low mumblings continued and I finally got the nerve to get up and check it out.  I picked up my ball bat (I kept beside the bed) and quietly got up to check out what was going on.  The mumbling continued as I snuck around the corner from my bedroom to the living room.  To my amazement the whole living room was filled with a mist, it looked like a heavy fog.  Immediately the mumbling stopped, I interrupted something!  The mist, which had been swirling when I entered the room stopped and started to dissipate.  I flipped on the lights...NOTHING.  I checked the front door...LOCKED TIGHT.  What the heck is going on?  

    I then remembered something mom used to tell me.  She believed our Angels/Guides will periodically check up on us and if we were quiet we might just hear or see them but that they would try not to be seen.  I caught them in the act!

    “I don’t mind if you have a party in my living room, but could you at least INVITE ME NEXT TIME?” I said to the empty room.

Corner Grocery Store

    My family lived in a small city in Ohio until I was eleven.  At that time my Dad thought it would be a good idea to buy a grocery store in a neighboring town.  He wanted to be his own boss and I understood that, but a grocery store?  As it turned out it was quite an adventure for our family.

    Please remember that this was the early 60’s and quite an abrupt shift for us.  It was scary to me at first, just moving to a new area and having to make new friends.  This was an overload to a girl who was kind of introverted.

    Suddenly everyone knew our family.  Because we owned a business people thought we were rich and my introversion translated to my being a snob to the neighborhood kids.  The problem for me was, I didn’t realize then, I was very intuitive.  I felt how others thought about our family, outsiders.  That is hard for all children, but especially hard for extremely intuitive kids.

    Thankfully Mom was an outgoing and likeable lady.  Later on the kids in the neighborhood would literally call her “Lady”.  Dad on the other hand was a very stern, loud, and opinionated man, his moniker became “The Boss”.  Because Mom was so friendly and good with kids our store quickly became the “hang-out”.  That was good and bad, good because it helped me and my siblings begin to fit in.  Bad because no one ever had to call or ask to come over they could just come and hang out and eventually we’d be around. 

    Living in a grocery store is a very interesting way to grow up.  We had to learn how to wait on customers, how to handle money and make change.  We also learned how to do inventory and stock.  Our store had a small meat counter where we cut lunch meats for  people and had other things like pork chops, hamburger and the like.  Howard, the butcher, came as an employee with the store.  We also had a “pop shed” that Grandpa built for us, where we kept all the returned pop bottles.  It was an average corner grocery store and looking back an unusual type of childhood.  We learned a lot and most of it was fun but some of it was kinda scary.

    The building itself had been around for many years.  There was a coal shoot to the basement where coal was stored to heat the building in the old days.  All the heat came through the old fashioned iron radiators.  We all got a burn or two from those through the years.

    Howard Hoover, the butcher, taught mom and dad how to butcher meats and he was quite the character.  He was only around the first couple of years we owned the store before he passed.  Even though he was not there physically after that he did make his presence known to us several times through the years.  A few weeks after his demise, my father was watching TV in our upstairs apartment.  He reached for his glasses case on the coffee table only to find that the glasses belonged to Howard!  How in the world did those glasses turn up in our living room?  Mom called Howard’s widow and was told that those glasses couldn’t be his, he was buried with his only pair of glasses.  Mom insisted, “They have his name inside the case!”.  Mrs. Hoover decided to come over and get them just the same.  When she saw the case she broke down in tears, “These ARE his, I recognized his handwriting!”.  That was only one of the many times he presented himself to our family.

    I’m not sure what was happening in that building or why, but all kinds of unexplainable stuff seemed to keep happening there.  The toilet would occasionally flush when there was no one in the bathroom.  The chandelier in the living room would swing around when there was no wind or anyone near it.  The rocking chair would rock by itself.  The piano would play a few notes of ‘A Time for Us’ now and then with no one at the keyboard.  The lights would turn on and off without any physical help.  Although those things may sound scary there were many other things much more ominous that would happen over the years.

    My brother had more than a few scares while doing his daily chores.  He mopped the store at night after closing and would only screw in the light on the meat scales for light so as not to have the store appear to be open.  One night while mopping the light went out.  He thought he may not have screwed the light in tightly enough, so he re-screwed the light in.  It went out again, now he was getting ticked off.  He lit the light once more, the light went out again.  This time when he went to re-do the light to his surprise the bulb was gone, it was laying beside the scales!

    Another time he was doing his nightly chores around 2 AM.  This time a cereal box fell off the shelf onto his head.  He replaced it thinking he had bumped the shelf.  Then two boxes fell off onto his head.  Now he’s getting aggravated, he put them back cussing the boxes.  At that, it was as if someone ran their hand along behind the row of cereal boxes and they all fell!  Needless to say he ran out of the store without finishing the job.

    We all had chores to do because mom had to always work the store and dad worked another job to help support a family of six.  One of Jeane’s jobs was to do the dusting and vacuuming upstairs.  While doing the dusting on one occasion she had a very upsetting experience.  

    To understand why this was upsetting you have to know the layout of the upstairs apartment.  There was only one way upstairs and at the top of the stairs you would see the living room just past a short hallway that led to the bathroom.  Now and then mom would allow salesmen to use our bathroom so we really didn’t pay attention to strangers coming upstairs once in awhile.

    So anyway, Jeane is dusting, her back to the stairway.  When suddenly a man came out of our brothers bedroom directly in front of her.  He said “Hello.” and reached his hand out to her.  Startled, she wondered how he got past her in the first place.  She ran downstairs and asked mom, “Who is the man upstairs?”.  Mom said, “There’s no man upstairs, Jeane.”.  Mom sent one of the neighborhood boys back upstairs with Jeane to check on this and of course there was no one.  Jeane gave a very complete description of what she had seen but no one could ever explain who he was, where he came from, or went to!

    Occasionally I would hear or see things I couldn’t identify.  One time I had a girlfriend over and we were sitting around having a girl talk.  Suddenly I noticed a cloud forming above her head.  It seamed to be swirling over her and getting larger with sparkling lights in it.  I told her softly, “Look up.”  When she did it must have scared her pretty badly because she jumped up and ran out of the house.  She and I remained friends but she would never come back to the store.

    You must remember that mom, my sister Jeane and I were very intuitive.  My brother and youngest sister were also, although they weren’t as actively interested in the metaphysical as we were.  Because of our activities, I believe, we energized the building.  Mom especially liked things on the scary side and sometimes played with things that would have been better off left alone.

    Once mom decided to ‘cast a spell’ of prosperity for our business.  She concocted a mixture and mopped the store with it.  Later that day she and Jeane were sitting in the store alone talking, when the bells on the front door rang.  In came a many people in single file.  Young and old, tall and short, they just kept coming.  They kept filing in until the whole store was filled.  They were all making eye contact with mom and Jeane but no one spoke.  They milled around for a few seconds and then just as quickly as they came they turned and filed out of the store.  Both Jeane and mom were speechless.  When all of the people had gone Jeane asked mom, “Did you see that?” and mom replied, “Yea, what the Hell was that all about?”.  They both ran out the front door to see where the people had gone but there was no one in sight.  They told me if they hadn’t been together and both experienced this, they would not have believed it.  They have no explanation for it, just one more weird experience at Dungan’s Grocery Store!

There are many other stories about our grocery store and I may in the future write more.

Some Things You Just Can’t Change!

    Several years ago I used to go to Native American Pow Wow’s.  I loved the spiritual ‘feel’ of them, I loved the people I met and the things I learned.

    On one occasion I decided to go to a Michigan Pow Wow.  It was late September and I was excited to go and revisit a friend I had met before at this same gathering a couple of years prior.  Most often I went with a friend of mine, a Cherokee girlfriend, but this time she couldn’t attend because of work.  Being a rather stubborn individual I wasn’t going to let that stop me, “I’ll go alone.” I thought.

    Before going my sister Jeane and I got together to do a reading about the trip, just to be prepared.  She told me some disturbing news.  She said I was going to be in a car accident, but that I would be ok.  She continued by saying it was around 5:30 in the afternoon, the sun was setting and that someone would run a red light or something, that the accident was not my fault and that no one would be hurt.  She also said she could see that my car was badly damaged in the front and on the passenger side.

    Not wanting to have that experience I decided to leave at a time that would get me to my destination much earlier in the afternoon.  I got to the Pow Wow around 3:00 on Friday afternoon.  “All is good,” I thought, “by changing my arrival time I may have avoided the accident.”

    I had a wonderful time there and thought no more about the reading my sister had given me.  When I returned home I let her know that things went well.  We were both relieved and hoped the situation she had seen had been escaped.

    The following September Jeane asked me to come over for dinner after work.  We did this often on Friday’s and I love to go, her husband is quite the cook!  At the end of the work day I jumped in my car and headed to her house.  Taking my usual route out of town my mind was on a great evening with family.   I was going about 35 or 40 mph and there were cars beside and behind me.  Suddenly, just ahead, a woman ran a stop sign crossing directly in front of all the oncoming traffic!  I could not get out of the way without hitting someone else or them hitting me.  “Oh, crap!” I hit my brake but could not avoid T-Boneing the woman.  Her car spun around and hit the passenger side of my car.  Thankfully no one was badly hurt and the guy behind me saw it coming and stopped in time.  It was 5:30!  I called Jeane, she and my son came out to get me.

    Now I know why she saw the incident so clearly, she would be there to see it first hand.  I think we were being told that I would be protected, not to worry.  I guess some things are just unavoidable!

The Flow...

    I believe, and remember this is just my belief not a religion, that all of us are part of The Creator.  When I say all of us I mean EVERY living thing!  Because of that we, those of us known as Psychics or Mystics, can tap into the Universal flow of energy of human, animal and even plant life.  The thing is, we all can tap into that energy if we just try to be open.  We have all known the phone was going to ring and who was calling before it did.  We all have had the ‘feeling’ that something may be wrong with our pet and even our favorite plant.  There is a vibration that we all put out and that is what we ‘feel’.  

    I compare God, The Creator, The Divine Source, The All or whatever you may call It, to the human body.  That Body of God Energy has many different parts that make up the Whole Being.  Every one of those parts are as important as the other.  The health of the Whole is dependent on every other part of the Being.  Even the things we see as bad are important.  They are how the Body learns healing.

    There is a flow of energy, as in the body, a circulation.  Sometimes within that circulation there are obstructions.  That is when our God given right to make the determination how to get around that obstruction, our FREE WILL, kicks in.  That decision to go left instead of right causes other things to happen.  It affects the rest of the Body.  Everything we do, say and feel affects the Whole.  Our decisions will never kill the Whole, but can determine how the Whole will react.

    When a Psychic or Mystic does a reading for someone they are tapping into your energy flow within the Whole.  They ‘see’ the current direction you are heading BEFORE any Free Will choices.  A good reader will NEVER tell you which way you must go, that is your Free Will Choice.  They will tell you the way things may go for you IF you remain on the current course.

    We cannot EVER stray far from God’s intended destination for us.  It can, however, take us longer to get there!  Choose your course wisely.

Messages From The Other Side

    I get a new car every three or four years.  Once, several years ago, I was at home and the phone rang.  It was my car dealership.  “Colleen?” he asked, “Yea, Colleen here.” I replied.  “Your lease is about up and I have a great car here I think you’ll like.” he said.  I immediately envisioned a Burgundy four door sedan and asked him, “Is it Burgundy?”  He laughed and said “How’d you know that?  Yes, it is!”  I thought it must be some sort of sign that I was supposed to get THAT car, so I did.

    Excited, as we all are with a new vehicle, I went to my Mom’s house to take her for a drive.  She loved that car!  Later on I would find out why we both had a connection to it.

    About a week or so later I had a couple of telling dreams, although at the time I didn’t understand what they were telling.  In the first one Mom and my sister Jeane were in a car driving up a hill and me and Brenda, my other sister, were running behind the car trying to catch up.  The second dream was more self explanatory.  In it I was in a library looking up information on some of my clients.  I couldn’t find anything and I asked myself where all the information had gone when a voice from above said, “You have to go to the next level.”  Stubbornly I said that I didn’t want to, but the voice insisted, so I began to climb the stairs.  At the top of the staircase was a long hall lined with doors.  I knew that behind every door there were Angels, I also knew that my Mom was in one of the rooms with an Angel!  These are just worry dreams, I tried to tell myself.  But as it turned out they were telling me something much more.  I believe I was being prepared for things to come.

    Several months later I was at my shop to do readings.  It was Saturday the seventeenth of April 2004 to be exact.  (in Numerology that was a 9 day, COMPLETION)  All morning I had a horrible feeling that something was wrong with Mom.  I kept telling everyone that something felt wrong with Mom and I thought she was ‘leaving’ today (she had been ill for years).  Finally around noon, I called her, my youngest sister answered the phone, “Mom is fine she’s just really tired and keeps dosing off” Brenda said.  I couldn’t shake the feeling so I left early and called Mom again to tell her I was coming over and I’d pick up a slushy from Ice Castle, she loved those!

    When I got to Mom’s place she was asleep in her recliner.  As expected, she didn’t look good and kept falling off to sleep during our conversation.  “Mom, I’m taking you to the hospital, your color is bad and I think we need to get you checked.” I told her.  She reluctantly said she would go but only if I didn’t call an ambulance or my sister Jeane (Jeane was in Florida on vacation at the time and was/is a worry wort.)  I got Mom dressed and into my new car.   About a block from her house she turned to me and said, “I think you’d better hurry!”  With that her head dropped and I FREAKED!

    I kept trying to get her to wake up, she lifted her head three times, briefly.  But on the third time her head dropped she started drooling and I knew she was gone.  I called my sister Brenda from the car to let her know what was happening, she then called to alert the hospital that we were on our way.  Every light on the way to the hospital was green and I got there in record time.  The hospital staff were waiting in the emergency parking lot to rush her inside.  “It’s too late,” I thought, “I waited too long, it’s ALL my fault, I knew something was wrong and I waited too long!”

    The doctor came to me and told me she was gonna be fine.  I didn’t believe him and as he was trying to reassure me the nurse popped her head in the room and told him he’d better hurry to her.  I knew she wouldn’t come back, if she had she would have been a vegetable and she’d always told me she wouldn’t want to live like that.

    A couple of weeks later my sister Jeane and I were sitting at the dining room table talking about different things, not about Mom so much, just about family stuff.  Suddenly Jeane started staring at me and the color of her skin changed she reached forward and grabbed my hands.  Her breathing was labored, her hands were like ice and she said to me... “IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT!”  “What’s not my fault?” I asked.  She repeated several times, “IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT!”  Now I’m getting scared, it wasn’t Jeane who was talking to me, it was Mom!  When I realized this I told her “Thank you Mom, but now you have to go, you’re hurting Jeane!”  With that Jeane seemed to come back around, although it took several minutes for her to get her color back.  Jeane had no idea what had just happened, I had to recount the whole situation, it was as if Jeane had left the room for those few minutes.  I will never forget that and I know that everything was, and is, as it should be.

    THANK YOU MOM, for letting me see that you are fine and I believe, happy to be out of that painful old body!