Speaking With the Dead Through Dreaming

Holding a seance is a hit or miss proposition, with a miss being the more likely outcome. Ouija Boards should be avoided and can be dangerous because of how the process works. Ouija boards are generally thought to channel only low level energy, and are not suitable to contact anyone who has passed on.

Asking out loud for a sign from someone who passed on is common, and is a good option for many. People find coins in unusual places taking them as a sign their passed love one is around. Other people find things missing, only to turn up in unusual places, somewhere the object would not usually be placed. For example a ring is missing from the jewelry box, is found a few days later in a cereal bowl. Generally any object being moved has some connection to the person passed on or a close connection to only one person.

Other people say they are touched, or woken. People who experience this are not comfortable being touched by something or someone they can not see. After they become used to it many people say are comforted by the touch. A few people who claim to be touched by loved ones, say it happens when it is important they wake up because something is wrong. I know one woman who claimed her mother who passed on has woken her daily since she was sixteen, about thirty years at the time.

The easiest and thought to be the safest way to contact someone who has passed is in a dream state. Dreaming and meditation have a lot in common, but we all dream. Many of us do not have the time, patience, or make up to meditate and reach a state where we are open to other realms.

There are some steps that need to be done if dreaming is to be effective. Remembering your dreams is vital. We are so used to dreaming we never think about what we dreamt when we wake. Within a minute or two of waking our dreams have for the most part vanished from our memory.

To help remember your dreams there is no fancy tool, or technique. The only tool I know of is a notebook and something to write with. It does not matter how the notebook is made, and whether a pencil or pen is used. Only that the notebook is next to your bed, and easy to write in.

If you wish to keep a fancy dream diary, I suggest you keep a separate notebook. One for when you first wake up and write down your dreams, and the second where you can write down your dream from the notes you initially wrote. This way your notebook will always be next to where you sleep, and your diary will be neat and complete.

Make a habit of writing down your dreams within the first minute or two of waking. More than one dream may be remembered. Write them down quickly. Wait until later, and there may be a blank spot where the dreams should be. Once writing down dreams becomes a habit it is time for the next step. The next step is to take an active approach to sleep and your dream state.

Before getting ready for bed, determine a dream purpose. Let that purpose be as simple as possible until it too becomes second nature. Decide what your dreams should be about. Some of the simple ideas may be: conflict resolution, how to see something in a different perspective, problem solving, flying, or something that happens in dreams that is fun to remember.

It is important not to make your dreaming stressful. Simply let your thoughts flow, reviewing and comparing dream possibilities as they happen. Once a decision is made about your  dream, let the idea go. Once in bed, and starting to fall asleep, think briefly about your dream purpose in the same way of remembering something is needed from the grocery store in the morning.

Within a short period, your dream notebook will start have dreams that are focused on the previous nights dream purpose. When this starts happening the time has some to start making a dream purpose of seeing and talking with a passed loved one.

The reason this works, I think is because the process becomes a shared venture. Being open and receptive to the idea of meeting and talking with someone passed, makes actual contact more likely. Both parties are taking an active role in the process which means less energy is expended by only one which makes contact easier to accomplish.

Some people have frequent dreams of family members and friends. Others dream of who they wanted to see, but they won’t communicate, and stay distant. For a few people, in one nights sleep, they get what they need, and find peace.

I hope you are one of the fortunate people and this method works for you if you choose to try dreaming someone into your dream. If after giving it a fair try and you do not seem to be making progress, I suggest you try learning to meditate. It may be you are not able relaxed enough to be able to be receptive as  your mind is too busy on other matters.

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Where We Go and Speaking With the Dead

There is a resurgence of people who want to contact loved ones who have passed on. I think it may be one of those aspects of our culture that comes and goes over the generations. If so, it too will fade away again only to be rediscovered again years from now.

Contacting the dead is not as simple as holding a séance, and the person you want to contact showing up and having a chat about old times. Then after too short a visit, off they go to wherever they were before they arrived to speak with you. Nor is it as television would have you believe.

While no one can prove what really happens once we leave our bodies, there is a lot of evidence in the form of stories and documents which cross cultures and deserve the merit of consideration.

When some of us die, we hang around for a few days and something draws us away from this world. The time we hang around our family and friends is thought to be as short as a few hours to as long as a few weeks. We always leave to somewhere else.

When some of us die, our emotional state from our trials and tribulations leaves us needing attention and healing. When we pass on, someone is there to usher us into a sort of hospital stay, where we heal. During this time we are unable to communicate with anyone as we are in a spiritual coma of sorts.

When we die, we go to wherever we thought we were going from when we were alive. Some of us we rise into Heaven, others we are pulled into Hell. Others go to somewhere we created in our mind of where we would go. A few of us go into a realm of complete isolation where we reflect on our life and how we chose to live it.

Others cross a rainbow bridge which separates flesh and blood from spirit. Some of us go on to live a life we never knew, living around people and places we never lived. Living in remote canyons, jungles, forest lands, or places that are not physically possible in this world.

Some of us go to large city like places where the buildings are made of grayish white marble, and we live in great family units of generations living together. Some of us, cross a river, bridge, or other structure where previously passed family and friends are waiting for us to join them.

Some of us, either upon exhaustive reflection before or after our passing, due to the nature of our end, wander the earth without going anywhere in particular. We are spiritual nomads, either not knowing how, or not wanting to leave this world behind.

These are a few of the possibilities of what awaits us when our bodies wear out and we find ourselves clothed in our spiritual bodies. Some people believe in our spiritual bodies we do a lot of what we do here, and life on one side of this life is a lot like life on the other side. We create, study, teach, and confer with one another, and solve problems.

Some of us believe that when we wake with a unique idea that solves a tough problem or enhances our life, those on the other side were working the same problem and they found a solution first, managing to transfer it to us in our sleep. The answer came from a parent or relative on the other side.

With all these possibilities, if any or all are true, it is easy to understand the difficulty in making meaningful contact with loved ones who have shed their bodies and moved on. Most contact with the spiritual world are said to be positive. Brief meetings full of love, happiness, and feelings of contentment are common outcomes. Laughing and happiness are common traits of those on the other side when the other side for those who choose to contact us.

It may simply be be the process of communication between the physical and spiritual realms is very difficult. Perhaps few choose to spend their time trying to contact us. We are likely to become frightened and not open to this type of communication.

Perhaps learning from people who meditate deeply, almost everyone can learn to communicate with those passed on. Perhaps almost everyone can, but few willingly choose to seriously try to communicate with the departed. Perhaps the communication arrives and we do not hear it, or we are not aware of it. If you seriously wish to try to contact a departed Parent or other family member, I have a few ideas that may help you in the next post.

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Dreams and Bad Physics

I enjoy it when I remember my dreams. We all dream though not all of us remember our dreams. Some of us prefer not to remember our dreams because they are violent or unsettling in some way. When I was a child my dreams were scary and unsettling, but as an adult most of the dreams I remember are good dreams.

I have three main categories of dreams. My first type is normal dreams where everything is somewhat mundane, or normal. I am doing something, talking with someone I know, or on some sort of quest, usually of undetermined origin and outcome. These dreams are straightforward, and in most instances not too much different than normal waking life.

A second type of dream I have takes on a different aspect. Usually these are teaching or learning dreams. I meet with an individual or group of individuals. These meetings are generally one time occurrences, though I have had them as long as almost six months, and every night. I have a suspicion that these dreams are not dreams at all, but some part of me in a different dimension or reality.

A third and most interesting type of dream I have is a very rare dream, and involves close family members, usually dead. What I find unique about these dreams is the family member I meet with is somewhere that almost mimics our world perfectly. ‘Almost’, being a keyword.

It is almost as if wherever they are, or wherever it is I go to meet them, the same rules of physics apply, but not quite. The differences are subtle. What I find unique about these dreams is I am both a participant and a thinking observer. The thinking observer part of me notices subtle and not so subtle differences in physics between normal awake time and wherever this type of dream takes place.

Movement is a good starting point. If I am moving a short distance, say across a room, or across a grassy area, I am walking. If I am going farther, I may go sit in a car, but travel is instantaneous. Yet in the dream does not outwardly odd that we traveled anywhere from a few minutes to many hours in the blink of an eye to anyone but in my observational self.

Everything they want to show me is across the street or down the block when the dead person is speaking of it. Uniquely, it happens to be. Buildings must shift and morph, and businesses come and go with the situation. We step outside the front door and whatever was there before is replaced by something else.

Situations are also unique. Examples that tie this all in, are in a dream where I was visiting a family member. When I arrived they were not there, but someone was there who explained to me that the house had been built with a lot of planning and foresight to ensure everything as convenient as possible. The house at first was a pretty normal home, but its floor plan and contents changed as events changed.

Going outside is no different. The home when I arrived, was in a rural area with no close neighbors, or other buildings. Yet when we left the house to go eat, there was the main street of a small town right outside across the street with a buffet across the street and over one business.

We went to the buffet and they had their steam table set up with most of my favorite foods on it. When I filled my plate and walked to our table, other diners were eating foods that were not on the steam table. Empty tables were bussed and clean, though there was no sign of anyone picking up dishes and wiping tables, as people came and went.

There was a trip to an ‘okay’ donut shop ‘close by’. It was right there the next to the buffet. We walked past it without seeing it?  There was a counter and with about eight seats. We all asked for coffee and the people with me asked for their favorite donuts.

The women serving asked me what I wanted. I said nothing except coffee because I am a celiac and can not eat donuts. The woman said they keep some special pastries ‘on hand’ for their celiac customers (who were nowhere in sight). She reached into the corner of the pie case and took out a familiar pastry that looked like it was filled with jelly.

I said I did not think I could eat it because it would make me ill. The woman said smiling, “Why don’t you go ahead and try it, you may be surprised?” I was skeptical, but I took a bite anyway. It tasted like a fresh baked sweet crescent roll, with some vanilla type pudding inside. She smiled and asked what I thought. Of course it was the best pastry I ever had and I told her so. She said it was gluten free, and it was fine for me to eat.

When it was time to leave for home I wanted to take a shower. The shower was right where the closet I put my suitcase in two days before. I reached between the shower curtain and wall, and turned on the hot water. When I started to get in the shower I saw my dirty clothes were in a bag on the closet/shower floor getting wet. I reached to take them out when the person I was visiting saw them and picked them off the shower floor.  After a minute or so of water raining down on them, when I touched them they were almost completely dry.

Before leaving I needed to put some items in a plastic bag so I could take them with me. The family member I was visiting said there was a plastic bag on the shelf to my right. Ok, a few seconds ago there was a door to another room on my right. I took the bag, put my stuff in it and brought it to the car.

I said my goodbye’s, got in my car, and started the engine. It was early in the morning and the sun was about to rise. In an instant I was in bed waking up enough to look at the alarm to see it was about one minute until my alarm would go off.

These are always the most interesting of dreams.

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