Dreams

Last night I had a dream about my mom. She had called me on the phone and we were chatting. I don't remember much of our conversation but I do remember asking her if she could breathe better where she was. Mostly I remember the sound of her voice, it was strong and joyful. I miss hearing her voice.

The dreams of her are starting to come more often. There are nights that I just see her face, staring at me and smiling. Those are the nights that I feel like she's come to visit me because there's no sadness when I awake. On the contrary, I wake up feeling wrapped in her love.

I've had "dreams" like this of other loved ones after they've passed. I remember vividly one night many years ago when my Uncle came to me. He looked so handsome in his three piece suit. He had his glasses on and looked so vibrantly happy. He just stared at me smiling and when I woke up I felt so strongly that he had just been there, that I had to call my Aunt and tell her. She teared up and thanked me over and over again for sharing this with her. I found out three days later that my Uncle's sister had died and his coming made even more sense; he had come to help her cross over.

There is a medium by the name of Suzanne Northrop who I've heard on the radio several times and went to go see twice in person. Her gift of being able to receive messages from people who've passed on and give them to the people who the messages are intended for is beyond amazing. Once I witnessed her do this in person, any doubt I may have had disappeared.

When I saw her in person, she started the seminar with a lecture about her gift. When it started, how it began, her belief system and the ramifications, both positive and negative, of having this gift. I recall her saying that when she was young, her parents thought she was crazy, as did the doctor they had enlisted to evaluate her. The doctor thought it best that she receive shock treatment therapy. Thankfully, she didn't elaborate on the horrors of this experience, she only smiled and said, "Little did they know that this would only accomplish the opposite of what they'd hoped for. This treatment helped to open up the channels even wider than they were to begin with and the messages started flooding in."

After she was done with the lecture she asked the audience if they'd like her to attempt some readings. The answer was a resounding, "YES!" as that's I'm sure what most people came for. As she began, it was evident how her energy changed. She started pacing in an almost frenzied state back and forth, round and round the room trying to find the area in which she was meant to be. She'd then stop, point to a handful of people and her questions would come out equally as quick as she tried to narrow down exactly who the message was intended for. Suddenly a hand would go up and say, "That's me, that's meant for me." The reactions of the people receiving the messages were even more powerful to watch than Suzanne's delivery. While the intensity varied, the authenticity in the reaction never did.

All were truly mesmerizing to watch but there is one that I will never forget. There was a young male there, maybe eighteen to twenty years old sitting next to his Mom and you could tell he didn't seem all that thrilled, perhaps even a bit uncomfortable to be there. Once again Suzanne went into this frenzied state when she got close to the area he was sitting in. She stopped dead in her tracks, stared him in the face and said, "Who's the young man sitting next to you holding his head?" Now mind you the only person sitting next to him was his mom. The young man looked up at her appearing dumbfounded. Once again she spoke up, "He's holding his head and I'm getting the feeling that there was extreme trauma to the area he's holding." The tears immediately started streaming down this boy's face as well as his mothers." He wants you to know that he's okay, he's not in pain and he's still with you. Do you understand this?"

The young man was so distraught he couldn't speak, he just nodded his head yes. Finally the mother spoke up and said, "His best friend since childhood committed suicide a few months ago. He shot himself in the head." Suzanne looked at him and said very intently, "He wants you to know that it's not your fault and there's nothing you could have done to stop him. He's where he wants to be and he's happy." The tears were still flowing as he thanked her. She smiled and said, "You're very welcome. You are why I do what I do for a living." I'm sure some of you are skeptics when it comes to this kind of stuff and wouldn't consider this ability to be a gift. In my opinion what she gave to those people on that day, especially that young man, was a life altering gift.

I'll leave you with a quote from Suzanne - "What is true, is that I no longer question what death is or is not, rather, I deal with all of the ramifications of the fact that we do not die."

Thanks for the visit last night Mom. Keep them coming.

xo,
Carrie