Dream Reunions and Differences of Opinions
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Below.
A couple of cousins I havenâ€™t seen in decades came to visit this morning while I slept in, one in particular. They probably donâ€™t know they were here.
They came in the Ether, which tends to happen only with those I do energy work with or for or with those with whom I have a karmic tie. This was a High Self visit. Iâ€™m by no means a shaman or Â an expert at this kind of thing, but I know the feel of it when it happens.
The visit came in a meditative dream, one I shoved aside and didnâ€™t think about until I sat down at the computer later and had a cyberstalker alert showing this particular person had been all over my website this morning at Â the Â exact time Â of Â my Â dream. Â (The Â alert Â comes Â only when someone hits a certain high number of pages on a regular basisâ€”not a regular subscriber kind of thing or a first-time Â discoverer Â thing.) Â That Â alert, Â versus Â anything else, made me go back and think about the dream visitation. Without this â€œsign,â€ I would have ignored the dream and I donâ€™t usually ignore dream visitations.
My psychic relevance to these particular cousins goes back to when Â I Â was 14 and first getting my â€œgiftâ€ and would have prophetic Â dreams about various issues, such as accidents. Â I shut it off for most of my teen years be- cause seeingÂ the deaths Â coming was just too much for me. Â Itâ€™s also another reason Iâ€™ve always known my dad and his Â mother Â would Â pass Â within Â a short Â window Â of time. Their lives were so intimately connected on a soul- level.
The feel to this dream-visit was like most others. The biggest difference was that it took place in my house. My current house. Which is not the same as the metaphysical house. This was not an exploration to Â see who I could find Â in Â my Â metaphysical Â house, Â that Â internal Â structure where most of these dreams take place, but it was their attempt to explore who I am. Interesting. The only other person to visit me in my current house to explore my beliefs and thoughts has been The Treat, and heâ€™s Â actually been in my house.
My cousins appeared to me not as they look now and not Â as Â they Â looked Â when Â I last saw Â them. Â They Â were, more or less, appearing as they wanted to be, maybe mid- to-late Â twenties Â and very pretty. Much the Â way I often show up in the Ether in a flowy, filmy white dress, taller, thinner, with long brown hair and…a breeze around me. Much like Â Granddaddy Â appearedÂ to me in his twenties once and scared the bejeezus out of me before reverting to something Â I recognized. Â I get a Â kick out of the way people design their form at times. So my cousins werenâ€™t immediately recognizable Â by their appearance Â but rather, by their energy.
They were also very calm and solemn, which was surprising. Calm and solemn is not something in my experience with Â them Â from long ago. But they were exploring some thoughts as well. Their experience with their grand- mother had been quite different from mine with her, but then, they were the favored grandchildren, so this makes sense to me. They Â could Â not understand Â my emotions when theirs were different. Â But then, who we are in the present is the culmination of our past experiences and the changes in us that theyâ€™ve Â affected. And our pasts with the same person were not the same.
Iâ€™ve seen Â many Â times Â in Â my Â family Â where Â children (small or adult) were never told their value, or worseâ€”told Â their Â lack Â of Â valueâ€”and Â yet Â neighbors,Â Â church friends, and various acquaintances Â tired of constant Â bar- rage of how great the kid Â was. The neighbors, Â friends, and acquaintances had no idea that the children never or very rarely heard the same kind words of praise or appreciation. I remember the first time I heard from somebody in town that she was sick and tired of hearing how great I was from my daddy Â when he visited Â her store. My response? Â â€œYou Â must Â have Â me Â confused Â with Â someone else.â€
But itâ€™s not just the family Iâ€™m from. I see it in my colleagues who Â never shut up about their perfect kids and then Â hear Â them Â on Â the Â phone Â telling Â their Â kids Â what screw-ups they are. Maybe this is something that permeates all out society. If so, I canâ€™t stop it, but thereâ€™s one place I can make a difference.
I have the greatest kids in the world. They are every- thing I have ever wanted in two daughters. Everything.
Iâ€™ll tell the world that, and mean it. Iâ€™ve told them that before, many Â times, but Iâ€™ll make sure to tell them that more often. Starting now.