A Psychic's Dream
(Spiritual Meaning of Ghostly Visits)

by Calleen Wilder
 

I am a lucky woman.  Oh I sometimes complain about being so sensitive to food, herbs, medicines, energies and just about everything else, but in truth I’ve learned over the years that it goes with the territory.  Not that all psychic/mediums have these same sensitivities, but several do.  When someone or something is slightly off, according to my physical body then I’m off; but the goodness of it all so outweighs the bad with such magnitude, that I really should never complain.

I would like to share one of the greatest treats of being so sensitive, and that is quite often in the course of my living I get to see and interact with people who have departed this world.  It happens not only during a reading when I’m actually looking for them, but quite often very vividly in my sleep.  It may be a visit from someone I have known quite well and other times someone I knew only casually. 

Even in my dreams they never appear to be dead, nor do I really comprehend at the time that indeed they have passed.  Of course I know that we are never really dead, but they don’t even allude to their passing.  Instead they come to share information with me in the most pleasant of circumstances.  And yes, quite often if I look at the clues they are giving me during the dream, later on I realize they are letting me know that they have passed over.  But it’s a dream, so I don’t usually recognize these clues until upon awakening. 

Instead they usually appear to be young, healthy and very much alive.  Our meetings are usually quite pleasant, some might even say peaceful.  I awoke one morning not long ago from a dream that greatly illustrated what it is like for me.  I share this with you not just for fun, but for food for thought—if I can do this, I believe everyone else can to.

Pay attention to your dreams, ask that you make contact with those that you would like to contact; whether it be a person, a guide, a loved one, an angel, whoever you choose.  Then before you go to sleep ask that you be able to remember the dreams and remember everything that happened in them. 

I have recently, within the last few months, heard of the passing of an old high school teacher of mine.  He was always the cool, young, good looking teacher who was very natural, sort of the hippy type, yet while remaining extremely well groomed.  Most every high school girl had experienced a crush on him at one time or another during their high school years, me being no exception. 

He was also a photographer for much of the time that I knew him.  He photographed unusual, yet ordinary things that he would encounter while out on walks or explorations.  His pictures were unique and beautiful, usually framed in old wooden frames that he made himself.  They were exquisite. 

Looking back I now realize that in the 1970’s and 1980’s he was quite an eccentric sort for our small town, but he possessed such a gift for capturing the extraordinary in the ordinary.

I had owned a picture of his at one time and it had been one of my most prized possessions--so clear and precise.  It’s been years since I’ve seen it, I’m sure it simply wore out after all of my moves and all of these years later.

From what I understand, at the time of his passing he had been living in Oregon for quite some time.  Still taking his pictures and living a simple kind of life.  He had apparently passed over while jogging one day.  I can’t think of a more appropriate way for this man to pass than to do so while in his beloved outdoors. 

In the dream he came to me and I was again purchasing one of his pictures.  It was a beautiful picture of leafless trees in a forest, but there was something unique in the way that the branches intertwined that made them appear misty, almost like a vortex of energy of some kind, high up amongst the branches--definitely otherworldly.  It obviously was a clue as to where he was now, but again not registered at the time.  It was such a beautiful gift just to be able to view this picture, again his unique view of his new world. 

I then became aware that we had changed scenery and he was now cradling my hand between his, very gently and telling me that there was a female in his life that is very sad that he’s gone.  Not just your normal sad, but more that she was really not functioning well at all.  He wasn’t upset, instead he just wanted me know about it and was telling me this in a very soft, but matter-of-fact kind of way.  I believe that I had heard that he had been married for quite sometime and had fathered a daughter and a son.  One of the females, and I felt strongly that it was his wife that he was referring to in the dream, must be suffering a horrible type of grief due to the loss of him.  But he didn’t say he was dead, just that he was gone.

He then led me to a very large church that was filled with people.  I didn’t recognize any of them, but I noticed that one girl sitting directly behind me was holding a small opened umbrella as she sat in her pew.  I became aware that my father had now accompanied us in this church; he was now on one side of me while my father was on the other.  He said they, meaning my father and him, had only been coming here for a short time.  In real life, my father has recently become very ill with the same problem this man passed from, heart problems.  I don’t recall feeling bad at all, but I do recall that my dad was upset that I was here with them instead of at home with my husband. 

When I awoke the next morning I wondered what all of this had meant.  What was I to do with this information?  I’m still not sure if they were telling me that my father will soon pass or that this was a symbol for my verification that indeed it was him due to the similarities in their illnesses.  This is something I’m not sure that I want to know, so I’ll assume it simply meant that he was helping my father, who was also a teacher at the same school as he and they knew each other well.

But I wondered what I was to do with this woman and her grief.  I don’t know his wife or even where exactly it is that she lives.  And even if I did, many people aren’t comfortable with a call from a stranger who claims to be a medium who just recently spoke with their recently departed husband in a dream.  And I know that from all of the years of working with spirit, that if that needs to happen, she will somehow find her way to me.

But for now, what did he want me to do about this?  And then it hit me, as it so often does, out of the blue I thought of that huge church.  He took me to this church, he wants me to pray for her and send her healing and love.  And the girl holding the umbrella right behind me was quite probably his daughter.  An umbrella shielding her from the possible emotions (water, in whatever form is always my symbol for emotion), as she was trying to protect herself from the emotional storm that is around her.   So of course I decided to immediately sit down and pray for his wife and his entire family.  Not only pray but send healing energy and surround them with light. 

Prayer is energy, just as words, actions, thoughts, emotions and everything else is made up of energy.  Energy makes up every atom of everything that resides here on this earth.  Wind can be very energetic but you can’t see it, yet you can surely feel it and see the effect it has on everything it touches.  So when I say I send healing energy by praying, it simply means my intent for this energy is voiced through words, as my heart becomes as open as it can to her pain so that I can feel her wounded-ness and pain intently, but only for a few seconds, so as I am sure the energy is pure and sent from the bottom of my heart to her for her healing and recovery. 

We don’t always have to be face to face to make a difference.  Sometimes, as in this case, it simply is not possible.  Sometimes the thoughts and feelings behind the energy sent can do more than simple words could ever do.  That is why there is such power in prayer.  If a person or people want only the best for you, and they release those thoughts (energies) out into the universe (energy) in a sacred and loving way (prayer) then you have just been blessed and you will receive it, you can’t stop the flow of energy.  Even though you may not understand why all of sudden you feel better, it doesn’t change the fact that you do. 

It’s funny how spirit has proven this to me so many times in my life that I truly no longer question its effects, but I understand why other people do.  Just know though, that when you truly wish the best for someone, from the bottom of your heart, even if you don’t know them, yet you still take your time and energy to ask God, the angels or whomever you talk to, to send them help, he does, purely and simply he does.

So no matter how often I find myself complaining about my body’s idiosyncrasies, I wouldn’t give up the magic of living in my world for anything.  I’m blessed.

Pay attention to your dreams too, they just might be telling you something of great importance.  Sometimes it doesn’t take much effort to send help.

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