I attribute my success to my Pop-Pop. His visitation was a true gift. I still have dreams of him to this day. I can feel his presence when I visit my relatives in New York. He was my angel, my guiding spirit who cleared all the fear out of my heart. Without that fear, I was able to accomplish miracles!
GRANDMA’S RED ROSE
by Susan E. Watters
It was 1972, the year I graduated from high school. My maternal grandmother had been ill for some time. She lived in another state and had wanted to see me for quite a while. We didn’t have much money, and not even my mother could go that distance to visit her. My aunt, who lived with her and took care of her, said she asked to see me all the time.
My mother had two jobs and was working her second one when I came home one night with Butch, my boyfriend at the time. We were sitting on the couch, and the strangest feeling came over me. I told him that my grandmother had just died. He laughed and told me I was crazy.
Just then the phone rang. I told Butch I didn’t want to answer because I knew it was my uncle saying that my grandmother was gone. Again, Butch just laughed.
I answered the phone, and it was, in fact, my uncle telling me that she had passed over. I called my mom at her job, and she came home. Mom went to my grandmother’s funeral, but when she came back, she never said anything at all about it.
The night after Mom came home, I dreamed that my grandmother was walking through my bedroom door. My first thought was: How can this be? She’s dead. She continued to walk toward me, and I was afraid. I thought that I shouldn’t be, because it was just Grandma. But then I would think, She’s dead!
She looked younger than I had ever seen her, wearing a navy blue dress with big white polka dots, and she was smiling. I sat up on the edge of my bed, and she sat beside me. It was if we were talking, but through our minds, not our mouths. She knew I was scared and was telling me that it was okay. Grandma had a red rose in her hand that she wanted to give me, and I was afraid to take it. Again, she told me (with her mind, it seemed) that it was okay. I took the rose, she smiled, and I woke up. Or was I asleep, really? I don’t think so. I believe that she visited me because she had wanted to see me. I woke up screaming, and my Mom came into my room.
When I told her about the dream, she said that I was weird, and walked out crying. Then she came back into my room and told me that Grandma had indeed looked a lot younger and been buried in that very dress, and that she (my mom) had placed a red rose in her hands before they closed the casket.
Yes, I believe in the spirit world that is beyond “life.” No doubt about that.
ALL IS FORGIVEN
by Jacki Whitford
My father passed away in January of 1981 at the age of 56 from alcohol abuse. We stayed with him over the weekend, but on the day of his death, he told us all to go to work. It was a Monday, and he didn’t want us to miss work on his account. I called frequently that day, up until about 8 P.M. He passed away at 10 P.M. I was devastated that I didn’t have a chance to say good-bye and a final “I love you.”
Ten years later, I dreamed that I was standing on the street of my childhood home, next to the mailbox. I turned and looked through the night mist, waiting to see who was coming toward me. It was my father, looking like a healthy 30-something man.
He said nothing, but just pulled me into his arms and held me. I felt an intense rush of bliss. Every fight we’d ever had, every negative thought and emotion, every trauma that had ever occurred between us … disintegrated into pure love. I heard someone sobbing, and realized I had awoken with a start. I felt as if I had been shoved back into my body. I no longer had issues with my father; I had a sense of closure. I also had a sense of what it’s like in heaven: pure bliss, pure love, pure rapture.
A DIVINE MESSAGE FROM DAD
by Judith Waite
My father, Colin, died in 1987 from a heart attack and also hardening of the arteries. This condition was caused by his two vices: drinking beer and smoking. He would say these two habits “never hurt anyone” but himself … how untrue. When someone dies unexpectedly, the family is devastated.
My father was not a religious or spiritual man, and I only knew of him going to church at funerals, weddings, and baptisms. But he came to me in dream form several times and was much more spiritually knowledgeable than he had appeared when in earthly form. He spoke to me about his being there to help Mom and also to help me with personal problems. When I woke up, I could still feel the warmth of his hand holding mine.
Sometime later, I heard my father speak to me. I was astounded by how spiritually wise he was. He said, “There is no ‘early,’ mistimed death. It is all worked to plan—not God’s plan, as such—but each individual as they come to earthly life also chooses their time of departure. No baby is born without this understanding.
“We come to give; then we leave. I have helped out many since I have been in this state, and I continue because I love this work. I have never been at my grave site for very long. The grave is a repository for bones and ashes, but not spirit. We ‘honor the dead’ by ‘visiting’ them at a grave … hogwash! I am more alive than I ever was in body. If you believe death to be a sentence with a full stop at the end, that’s okay, but the pain is in the suffering of those left behind. If we can move on, however, the suffering will ease, and many more can learn that Spirit is always there to help.”
WARM, LOVING ENERGY
by Laura Riffel
I had been very close to a lady for quite some time. One day my daughter was babysitting her children and had some problems with one of her sons. I happened to be next door, so I stopped by to say hello. While I was there, I talked to the boy who was misbehaving. Later, when my friend heard that I’d talked to her son about his behavior, she became very angry. She thought my daughter had specifically called me over to lecture him. My friend then yelled at my daughter, which led to an argument between the two of us. After that, we stopped talking to each other.
Then at the age of 29, my friend died very suddenly. I felt horrible about our unresolved fight. I fretted about it frequently. About two weeks after she passed on, I had a very vivid dream “encounter” with my friend.
In the dream, we were talking face-to-face in a very sunny and beautiful place. We discussed our fight and agreed that it was silly, and that we were both just protecting our children. She said it didn’t matter, that everything was beautiful, and that I should forget about it, as she was not upset and I shouldn’t be either. Then she giggled, and I felt fluttering wings all over my back and saw a brilliant light.
At that moment, I awoke and was burning up with heat. My husband woke up at that exact moment for the same reason. We checked the thermostat, and it was turned down. I feel that the heat came from the extreme energy of my angelic visit. I truly believe that my friend visited me to ease my suffering over our fight.
“EAT FISH!”
by Lynn Geosits
In 1987, my favorite uncle, Lou Garrett, passed away. About six months later, Uncle Lou appeared to me in the dream state. He stood next to a woman who was dressed as a nurse. “Eat fish!” he told me. Then he disappeared.
I felt energized by his visit, yet I had so many things I wanted to talk to him about that I was disappointed he was gone and had only told me to eat fish! I had been a vegetarian for almost 20 years, and his message was difficult for me to hear. It took me a year to add fish to my diet, but eventually I did so. I was living on the West Coast at the time, and I came to enjoy the fresh fish. Then I moved inland and disregarded his message again.
Soon afterward, I developed a tremor in my nervous system and head. The neurologist said I would have it the rest of my life and that there was no cure. Frustrated with her dismal diagnosis, I contacted a medical intuitive. She said I was suffering from malnutrition and needed more protein. She explained that I had overdone the soy and beans, and my body needed other sources of protein and iodine.
I immediately remembered the visitation by my uncle and reali
zed that he was guiding me about this even before I had gotten sick. I followed the intuitive’s advice and added fish back into my diet. Now, the tremor is totally gone! If I had been more diligent in following my uncle’s guidance, I probably wouldn’t have gotten the condition in the first place. I know that Uncle Lou was my angel that day and saw what I needed! Incidentally, in real life he had been a chiropractor and had been very interested in new healing techniques.
SHE TOUCHED US
by Jennifer Aldrich
My mother passed away about three years ago. She was a huge believer in angels. I did not start to believe in them until she got cancer and was dying. A few months after she passed on, I began having dreams with her in them, and each time my sister would have a similar dream within a couple of days, before or after mine.
One dream in particular touched both my husband and me. I had this dream right after we bought our first house and moved in. In the dream, we were settling into bed, and across from us was a piano. I had just fallen asleep and was awakened by the piano playing music, and a white foggy light.
The light “stood up” and came over the bed. I saw my mom’s face, and she just smiled very big at me. Then she reached out and touched my hand and my husband’s. I woke up right after that. I had really felt her touch, and I was crying. When I told my husband about the dream, he said that he, too, had felt my mother touch his hand.
She has not been back since. I do miss her greatly, but I know she is home in heaven where she wanted to be.
EXTRA TIME WITH DAD
by Tatia Manahan-Heine
In January of 2001, I was married for the first time. Eleven days later, my father was found dead. I was horrified to hear the news, since Dad had seemed fine at the wedding. I later found out that when I had walked down the aisle, he turned to friends in the audience and said, “My job is now done here.” It was as if he knew he was going to die less than two weeks later.
Traveling to my parents’ home, I cried the whole way on the plane. I cried so hard that my body shook. Since my dad didn’t talk much about religion or spirituality, I was unsure how he was doing in heaven. I asked God three specific questions:
1. “Is Dad with You?”
2. “What time did he die?” (The coroner determined that he died sometime on Tuesday, but he wasn’t discovered until Wednesday.)
3. “Is he happy where he is?”
I received my answer in Dad’s poignant way when I arrived at my parents’ house.
My dad had worked for Columbia Gas in Ohio, and had known a lot about heating systems. So I could tell that Dad was making his presence known when the heat went out in the house. A repair technician said that a heating switch had been turned off, yet nobody had been in the house, and it’s unlikely that anyone but Dad would have known about this particular switch.
I wanted to feel close to Dad, so I took some blankets and told my mother that I was going to sleep in Dad’s bedroom while she and my sister slept downstairs. But as soon as I said that, the lights blew out. I guess Dad didn’t want me to sleep there for some reason!
So, I went to bed in another room, and Dad came to me in an extremely vivid dream. I just knew that it was him—I saw him! He was glowing. Dad told me that he was okay and not to worry anymore. He said that he was with my mom’s side of the family. Her two deceased brothers then greeted him, and he repeated that I shouldn’t worry. And then, as if in answer to my question to God about the time of his death, I saw Dad walking; he looked at a clock and started to fall, and the clock said 8:42 P.M. After that everything went black, so I took this to mean that this was the time he’d made his transition to the Other Side.
The next day, I was able to tell the funeral director what my father had been wearing. And when he handed us Dad’s clothing and belongings, I wasn’t surprised to find the exact outfit I had seen Dad wearing in my dream visitation.
Dad must have been visiting the whole family and neighbors, too, because nobody knew of my dreams, yet they started mentioning that they’d seen him the night before in their dreams. At first, my mom—who hadn’t seen Dad in a dream—didn’t believe me, until I described her two brothers whom I saw with him in the afterlife plane. There was no other way I could have known that information.
I feel so blessed to have had the opportunity to spend a little extra time with my dad. When I miss him, I ask for a sign; and within minutes, Dad’s favorite song plays on the radio to let me know he’s with me.
HE HELD ON TO MY SISTER
by Teresa
My sister was struck by a car on December 1, 1999. She was hit from behind and flew up on the driver’s car before landing on the ground. After extensive testing, the doctor informed us that she was physically okay but had sustained a traumatic brain injury. She was thought to be in danger of losing her life, and he was unable to provide us with any answers regarding her prognosis or the effects of the injury. He said that this type of injury was usually “lethal.”
Everyone we knew began praying for her recovery, which I know helped her get through the ordeal. She was taken off the ventilator the next day and was able to speak to and recognize everyone. She remained in the hospital for one week and was sent to a rehab facility to work on the few deficits (left-side weakness and difficulty concentrating) she had remaining. She was released from the rehab hospital on December 30, 1999, three weeks earlier than originally planned.
One other miracle occurred, besides the fact that everyone’s prayers assisted her in healing. The weekend before the accident, my sister had told me about a dream she’d had about our brother, who’d passed away in December of 1998. She said that the dream upset her to the point that she woke up crying. In it, my brother was in an airplane, which was odd because he never flew. He was also holding an infant.
Suddenly, the airplane started to crash. Throughout, my brother continued to hold the infant tight to him. In the end, everyone in the airplane died, except for my brother and the infant.
At the time, we did not understand what this meant, but I believe we do now. My sister is 12 years younger than my brother (he was 40 when he passed away). She is the baby of the family, and to him, she was still his baby sister. I truly do believe that my brother was her guardian angel the day she was hit by the car, and he was protecting her from as much bodily injury as possible by holding her in his arms. I have always believed that we all have guardian angels who help protect us, but I feel that my sister is a living testament to the fact that they do exist.
THE END OF THE NIGHTMARES
by Charlton Archard
It was August 1978, just before school was about to start. My three brothers, my two sisters, and I had all received new bicycles that summer. We’d all ridden our bikes to our annual dentist appointment. My sister Elizabeth was first to be in and out of the dreaded chair. She rode up the street to my stepfather’s law firm to see him, but he was busy with a client, so she decided to head home alone. That was the last time we would see her alive.
Elizabeth was accosted one mile from home, driven to a dump in the woods, raped, and murdered. The man responsible for her death was tracked down, tried, and sentenced to 18 years to life in prison. Needless to say, my family struggled with the devastation of this crisis. I was 12 at the time, and the youngest in the family.
I began having recurring nightmares, but one night, Elizabeth visited me in my dreams. At first, the dream started out like so many others: I was alone at home, it was dark, and I was terrified. I was sitting on my bed when I heard footsteps in the house. I immediately went to the closet, got in, and closed the door. I could hear the footsteps growing louder and closer. I could see this person coming to kill me. The person entered my room and walked right up to the closet door. After what seemed like an eternity, the door slid slowly open. Elizabeth stood in front of me, hands held out. She said, “It’s okay, Charlton, you can come out now.”
The nightmares ended after that. I have kept my sister Elizabeth close to me all these years,
and I’ve just named my baby girl after her.
A MESSAGE FROM THE OTHER SIDE
by Christine Lamberth
My husband and I were going through a very trying time in our relationship, so on one particular night, I prayed like never before for help.
When I fell asleep, I dreamed that I was on a beach with a man in a wetsuit. I wanted to talk with him, but there was a fence separating us. I told him that I wanted to cross over and did not know how. He said that all I had to do was put out the thought, and trust. So I did, and I was lifted to the other side. Once I was standing before him, I proceeded to explain who I was. He patiently listened to me, before telling me he knew who I was and that I was pregnant.
While on the other side of the fence, I requested that he help my husband; however, he told me he could not interfere. He said that my husband was learning lessons and was on his own path. With that final message, I woke up, and shared this dream with my husband, who informed me that his father had died 15 years ago while diving with him in the ocean.
It turned out I really was pregnant at the time—just like my husband’s father had told me in the dream. I had a little boy, and we named him Christopher. This dream has given me faith in angels as our guardians.
“DON’T TRY TO EXPLAIN IT”
by Tracy Cockerton
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