I am up early this morning, actually much earlier than I would like to be. The door bell woke me, well I think it was the door bell. It certainly sounded like it to me. By the time I got to the door there was no one there maybe I just dreamed it I don’t know.
I have written often of my beliefs in the after life, of Angels, Guardian Angels and Spirit Guides. I believe in them and I believe They are here to help us. How, They can help us or communicate with us is something I am not so clear on, in my own mind. I believe in and pray for miracles as I am sure many do, but I am not talking that kind of help from the Angels. I am talking more the little things that can help us in just regular every day life.
With my memory these days so often I am not sure where some of my ideas came from, did I read it, or see it on TV or is it coming from some where in my own mind, I don’t know. One thing I do know I have read is that our minds are most receptive to contact while either in deep meditation or while we are asleep, as those are the times when our mind is most relaxed or at ease.
OK, back to the door bell. Do I think this was some Heavenly way of waking me up at that time, I don’t know. Did I see anything, no. Did I hear anything, yes. I wasn’t sure if it was the front door or the back door. Front door is closest so I went there first, turning on a few lights in the front part of the house as I went, no one there. So off to the back door I go, again turning on lights as I go. What do I see at the back door, nothing. What I heard was a car go speeding off from what sounded to be directly behind our house in the back lane. The fence blocked my view so I couldn’t see anything.
By being awoken when I was and turning on lights as I did, did I scare away a potential burglar or someone, obviously I don’t know, and likely never will know. Could it have just been a neighbor going somewhere, for sure. What I do know is, our lane is quite narrow and in the 3 1/2 years we have lived here I have never heard or seen a neighbor driving at the speed it sound like that vehicle was going. A coincidence could be, it is just I am not so sure I believe in coincidences any more.
What follows is something I wrote yesterday, but just didn’t get to finish.
I had a very ” unusual” dream yesterday during my nap. I have written in the past few days of the passing of Vi’s father on Saturday. My “dream” was focused on him. Now first off it is very rare for me to remember dreams and then when I do, it seems they are totally forgotten seemingly within minutes. There is so much that is so far beyond my understanding that I just don’t even try to understand. This dream hasn’t evaporated form my mind as others seem to.
The “dream”: I am in my own bed having my nap, as I actually was. In the dream I awake and look down at the foot of the bed. Vi’s dad, Mr. Chevillard is standing there smiling at me. (remember at this point he had passed away about 36 hours ago). He just smiles at me and says: “tell them I’m OK” smiles again and says: “tell the old lady to cheer up”. That is all I remember.
Huh, what do I make of this. I know the easy answer is a dream is a dream and there is just no explaining them.This is very possibly the case here. Still I have to wonder, why does this one stick in my mind and not evaporate as others do? Why, even in a dream did, seeing a “ghost” not scare the living #%& out of me? I have dozens of questions about this, anyone care to try and explain it to me? I passed this on to Vi and family, I was sure they all think I was either dreaming or am just plain nuts. Some seem to have even received an level of comfort from it, for that I am glad. I am sure others just think I am nuts. Awe, well fair price to pay if it comforted some.
Now this is not the first time I have “seem” people standing at the bottom of the bed. It happened several times while we were living in Norway House. It was during what I can easily say was the most terrifying time of my life. We went through a period of time when it literally like we were under siege by intruders. We had 3 break ins plus a home invasion. I was actually forced to buy lumber to build baracades blocking both the front and back doors. actually, I have already written a huge post on that whole time. I have just been trying to decide if this is the place to tell it all. I will be making up my mind in the next week or so.
I mention it now to give an understanding of the conditions at the time of my other “dreams”. In each case the circumstances were identical. I was asleep in my own bed at night. Suddenly in my “dream” I awake to see 4 people standing at the foot of the bed. It is the middle of the night and dark but somehow I can see them a plainly as if it was daylight. All are strangers, giving me a beautiful smile. I remember just feeling so comforted, so relaxed just to see them, and back to sleep I went. I awoke each morning feeling much more relaxed feeling much better, and usually carried that feeling with me until the next night when I again began to up the barricades.
I don’t understand it, we were living in an atmosphere of fear of strangers coming into the house, I have a baseball bat right beside the bed. Yet when I do see strangers standing there I am comforted by seeing them there. I think it was my Guardian Angels comforting me and letting me know in their own way I would be OK.
I would appreciate hearing the thoughts of you all on this subject. Was I just dreaming? Have you had any such happenings?
September 13, 2007 at 1:56 am |
Hi Bill, very comforting to hear of your “dreams”- I`ve had one too like this about my son and it was just so real…and I really never remember dreams and like you, within minutes of waking, any dreams I may have had are instantly forgotten, but this one and another never left me and I feel sure they are visions sent to us to help and/or comfort. You can bet Vi`s dad was with you, just letting you know things are fine now with him and to help Nellie…Spirit works in a way we don`t yet quite “get” and our constantly doubting and cynicism probably does`nt make it any easier….maybe when we are in deeply relaxed states this barrier erodes somewhat and allows them to come thru` easier, I don`t know but it seems that way, we experience great depth only when our minds seem “still” I think.
September 13, 2007 at 2:22 am |
Well Bill, I don’t know what to say except keep believing!
Martha
September 13, 2007 at 7:50 am |
Lives cross many boundaries, even the unseen ones. Keep believing!
My thoughts and prayers to you all.
September 13, 2007 at 8:04 am |
Well, I say anything that got you up was a good thing. Seems to me you’re well taken care of, sir.
And that message that got delivered to you–do pass it on, eh?
Seems to me he went to a bit of work to get it delivered to the messenger.
September 13, 2007 at 12:49 pm |
Ah Bill, my favourite subject, I promise not to prattle, but yes that was Vi’s dad, and no it wasn’t a dream. He chose you to delivier it, as I am sure like us we believe in your spirituality. You should feel very honoured, and I believe he came to you, because like so many others that do believe, when they loose someone, they seem to try too hard to make that connection with them. This happened to me with Grandma, I tried so hard to see her, that it got in the way with my own spirituality. This I believe is a grief process and once that grief eases, they will have there little patterns in which they know he is there. What a beautiful experience for you Bill.
As for you Angels at the end of the bed, I haven’t read the story about Norway, I will have to go back through Archives to read it, but gathering from what you have said there, maybe subconciously you were searching for the “Am I going to be Alright”. This I believe was your messengers saying “Yes you are”. If I am at home on my own with the kids, if my husband is away, I always feel uneasy. I always ask the angels to surround my house and protect me and the children that night. It works for me.
Anyway these are my beliefs and I strongly believe in them, as I love my spirits and angels and will debate anyone who says they are a load of crock. I’ve had to many encounters to not believe.
Anyway I could go on forever, you are on one of my favourite subjects. So I better head off before I get kicked off.
Angel healings sent your way
Jo
September 13, 2007 at 12:51 pm |
Sorry, I just reread what I wrote and I said Bills Dad, I meant Vi’s dad. See I was so excited about the subject, I went into type mode with out even thinking.
Sorry Mr Chevillard.
September 13, 2007 at 1:04 pm |
Brother I know exactly what you’re talking about. Countless times I swear there’s a room full of Angels in the house. I’ve become so accustomed to the sound of Angel Wing flutter that I can’t imagine life without it.
reg
September 13, 2007 at 3:15 pm |
Beautifully said Reg. Hear hear……..
September 13, 2007 at 9:23 pm |
How blessed you are and how open you are spiritually for vi’s dad to be able to send a message through you. He has moved on from the physical but is speaking to you from the spiritual realm. My grandmother has come to me often in dreams. Durring one of my darkest hours, a cousin I don’t talk very often called me – She told me that “Grandma told her to call me” My grandmother had passed years before. What a wonderful peace to know that we are still connected to those we love.
September 13, 2007 at 11:11 pm |
I’d say it was Vi’s dad. I am sure I’ve mentioned this to you before but a couple of years ago, I had a dream about my Grandfather. I was just hanging out with him and it was brilliant to spend time with him, it was so vivid, like he was really there, I hadn’t realised how much I’d forgotten about the way he looked and spoke.
When it came for him to leave he told me he was ready to go but he was asking, before he went, if I wanted him to stay with me. He was happy to do so if I said the word. It was like I was a child and he was offering to hold my hand at the dentist but it was more than that, he was talking about the next phase of my life.
What I deduced from this is that I was about to go through some tough times but nothing I couldn’t handle on my own, or he wouldn’t have asked if I needed him to stay, he’d have stayed, whatever and in the dream he would simply have reassured me that he was going to be there. So I said no, I’d be ok and that he should go on because I knew that wherever “on” was, he wanted to go.
For a couple of years after that I went though a couple of rough times, as did my family and all through, the dream comforted me because I knew he was either around, or if he wasn’t that he believed I could handle it on my own.
We all came out the other side and I told my Mum about the dream – this was her dad. She had exactly the same one. She told him to go too. Although, neither of us is sure whether or not he actually went.
So yeh, I’d lay bets it was Mr Chevillard you were talking to in your dream.
Take care you
BC
September 27, 2007 at 5:26 am |
Hi Bill,
I came across your website doing research for a documentary I am doing on the spiritual dimension of dying. I have a lot of respect for what you are trying to do with your blog. What I have learned is that these vivid dreams, where they seem so real, occur pretty frequently–and may indeed be “visitations.” Especially, in your case, because of the message from Vi’s father, that everything is OK. This type of dream often has the same message apparently, that all is well. My sister had a baby shortly after my father died and she had a very similar dream that he came to the foot of the bed and said, “I just checked on the baby and he is fine. Everything will be fine.” It meant a lot to her.
I see from your blog that one of your goals is to grow spiritually during this time and I’d like to recommend 2 extraordinary books that deal with exactly that. The first is “Final Gifts” by Maggie Callanan and Pat Kelly, the second is “The Grace in Dying” by Kathleen Dowling Singh. They are written both for people facing terminal illness and for their families and loved ones.
I will keep you in my prayers and God bless, Lori