Shirley's dream

From the outset, I want to thank Shirley for agreeing to share her dream and ‘Grandma’s feedback’ on this blog and on twitter. Shirley wrote to me via email about a recurring dream. I was nervous about agreeing to try and see if there was any insight that I could give because my experience in providing feedback has so far been in face to face situations when, for whatever reason, messages via Grandma and a few other ‘spirits’ seemed to come through.

However, I agreed to at least try and see if taking on Shirley’s dream remotely, would be the same and whether I’d ‘experience’ anything that may help her. 

Shirley emailed me her dream and it is as follows:  

‘In my dream, I am in a dark room of a building in a very rundown area of a city. It reminds me of a room you would find in a faraway land in ancient religious times as it is made of mud and bricks. I’m feeling scared as I have an important job to do. There is a faceless old man in the room with me. I keep asking him the same question over and over, ‘Is the chosen one here?’ The answer is yes. Then I see him. He is lying on a stretcher bed in the corner of this dark room that is illuminated only by a small candle on a table next to the bed. I have the sense that it is my job to heal someone, and the faceless man confirms it is the person who is lying on the stretcher bed. He tells me I have to hurry before they get here. I ask him who they are and he says they are the evil spirits who will take our lives, our hearts and our souls if I don’t heal the chosen one. I walk over to the chosen one who is lying on his back on the stretcher. His hands are joined together and fingers interlocked, resting on his stomach. He looks weak and pale and is covered with a thin blanket with holes in it. I kneel down and take a closer look at him. He is about mid 40’s with dark hair but with no eyes. I ask the faceless man about this and he tells me that I have to heal his heart and soul so he can see. He asks me to hurry as they are coming. I can hear their footsteps getting closer and I know they will soon be trying to bang down the door. I place my hand over the man’s heart and feel the heat generating through my hand. There is much healing that needs to be done. I start to pray out loud as the evil spirits get closer. The faceless man asks me to continue but it is hard for me to concentrate with the evil spirits banging at the door. It is up to me now. It is up to me. This was my dream.’ 

I felt unsure how to approach this so reverted to what I would normally do if I had to learn a piece of work – print it off and read it over and over. I did so but also felt compelled to ‘spiral’ and begin to meditate as well. I read the dream probably ten or twelve times and in between would hold it in my hands and meditate and ‘spiral’ deeper and deeper until a sense of complete calm (there is no other way I can describe it) came over me and I felt as though I was between two different realms (yes, bizarre I know but that is what it feels like even though logically, it makes no sense to me). 

I felt the ‘vision of Grandma’ and some the feeling of there being some other ‘spirits’ with her but I had no idea who or what that were. I had the feeling of being surrounded by Grandma and the other ‘spirits’ and then they began with ‘messages’ for Shirley about her dream. I repeat them below as they came to me, like I was surrounded by a group of people who were barking orders at me and I wrote them down as clearly and as quickly as I could.

 The dream reminds me that we all have a special purpose in life and sometimes, when we least expect it, that purpose shows itself. 

 The dream reminds me that even in situations that are foreign to us, we can triumph if we look within. 

 The dream reminds me of the saying that from chaos comes order. In the dream there is lots of chaos and uncertainty but with a calming hand, order can be regained. 

 The man lying on the stretcher with no eyes reminds me of someone who is clogged up in that he has spiritual constipation and he needs the help of a person with a special talent to help him find the glasses that will make him see again. 

Then the ‘other voices’ stopped and only ‘Grandma spoke.’ 

“Tell her to go to the man who is lying on the stretcher. He is a man who has had his glasses off for some time. He is a man who hid from his affliction of not being able to see. He is a man who didn’t want to see. He is a man who chose to be a victim and danced to the tune of others who sought to rule his life. He is a man who has felt the hand of love placed above his heart and now wants to open his eyes. She has to go quickly because his time is coming to an end.”  

There was nothing more. I emailed all of this to Shirley. I didn’t hear from her for several days which is fine with me but naturally, I’m always concerned with this sharing of information as I have no idea how accurate this is or if is complete fabrication in my mind (I doubt I’ll ever be fully convinced). 

Late Saturday night I had a quick email from Shirley to say her brother had taken ill and she was travelling interstate to see him. They haven’t spoken for nearly a decade but he has advanced stage cancer and doesn’t want him to pass away feeling that he and his sister hadn’t settled their differences. 

I spent yesterday feeling elated, confused, sad and with a headache. I will never understand any of this. Going to work almost seems a relief!  

Lesson from the TV show Medium

I'm not normally abig watcher of TV. However, I was away interstate on business recently and found myself unable to sleep and tossing and turning. After a while, I gave up trying to force myself to sleep and instead, turned on the television in the hotel room.

The TV show Medium was on and in the middle of an episode. The lead character that depicts Allison Dubois was having a dream where conflicting forces were competing for her attention and where one of her daughters appeared in danger.

Naturally, this got my attention given I had fought so long and hard against the 'man with the dark hair spirit' who just wouldn't leave me alone over the past 12 months. When the character in the TV show decided to embrace the 'less savoury' of the spirits in order to be able to move ahead with her life and work, it was like a lightbulb moment for myself as well.

Rather than fighting against the intrusion of the spirit who seemed to be part of every mediation I undertook in early 2011 (and who caused me to just stop meditating altogther), I decided to try meditating again and learn to accept that there were more 'spirits' besides my grandma who wanted my attention - and I've since learnt that there is always some reason why a 'spirit' wants to get a 'message' across.

You see, two weeks after I started meditating (spiralling) again, my mother paid us a visit from interstate and as she is getting older, decided to bring some old family photos to reminisce about the past. Included in a stack of photos was one that caused me to yell out in shock when I first saw it (to be honest, I swore more than a few times when it flashed before my eyes).

It was the image of the 'spirit with the dark hair and hula hoop' who had infiltrated my meditations and wouldn't leave. In reality, it was a picture of my grandfather, my mother's Dad, my grandma's husband and a man who died in his twenties of a heart attack before I was born. I'd only ever sen one picture of him when I was young and had never remebered the image.

This completely shocked me (no, he wasn't carrying a hula hoop) but he was running on a beach and I had to take several deep breaths to calm myself.

Ultimately, my fear of the 'hula hoop spirit' disappeared and a sense of calm returned to my life (in more ways than one) including my desire to begin meditating again.

My greatgrandfather and I have 'spoken' on several occasions while I've been 'spiralling' and he has got his message acrss to me about my mother and her health issues. I am looking out for her.

You see, I cannot explain so many things, coincidences, intuitive moments and actions. Amazingly, these moments happen to me more regularly when I'm meditating and spiralling. Maybe because I'm thinking about it more, maybe for no reason at all.

The important thing for me is that I'm content that I can get back to being me - a normal guy, working to make a life like everyone else and a person that for some reason, seems to get messages through mediation and dreams.

Next time, I'll share the message from 'Grandma' that she wanted Shirley to hear. And thanks to Shirley for agreeing (in fact wanting me) to share it with everyone on my blog.

And I'll do my absolute best to get to emails as soon as a I can.   

The fight is over - I'm back!

After many, many internal battles, I'm convinced my 'work' is not done and I'm being implored by some strong spiritual presence to start writing again. It has been nearly a year but I return stronger and with a lot more knowledge too.

I'm being guided towards helping others receive messages via their dreams so that is what I will do. It is something I've been contuing in any case while I had my blogging hiatus.

If you have a dream you want some guidance on (free, I will never charge for readings of any sort), please email me at wcmedium@gmail.com and while I canoot gurantee what comes up, I am always guided by the principle of being honest and being guided by the spirits that just won't leave me at peace.     

The spirit who won’t leave

I’ve decided that this will be my last blog for a while. The main reason for my decision is that I feel I have shared what I wanted to share at this time and now prefer to continue on with my journey privately.

There is another reason. Of late, my meditation has been disrupted by the very strong presence of a spirit who just won’t go away. It has got to the point where I believe I have to take a break from meditation in the hope that he ‘moves on.’

What I ‘see’ of him is a tall man in his mid fifties, a serious but kind man with dark black hair, slick with gel or cream and brushed back. He’s often in a suit that is non-descript but the thing that really stands out is he is constantly using a hula hoop or showing me the hula hoop around his waist, swinging and swinging it around his waist.

I’ve asked him what he wants and why he won’t ‘say’ a word. I get nothing but this strong stare and the constant hula hoop action. I’ve asked him to leave and move on but he won’t. Every session I meditate, he is there. He is blocking others from communicating with me including my grandma.

Therefore, I have decided it is time to give this a break for now. I hope you all understand and if the man with the hula hoop means anything to anyone who reads this blog, feel free to let me know at whitecollarmedium@gmail.com

For now, good luck to all

What does a medium see, feel, hear, experience?

I’ve been asked this question a lot lately. People are intrigued to find out what it is I see, feel, hear or experience when I’m meditating and getting messages from the other side. Is it like hypnosis I’m often asked? Do you feel like you are in another place, is another question? Is it like an out of body experience?

From my experience, when I ‘spiral’(my term for how I meditate), the closest experience I can relate to from a layperson’s point of view is I think similar to what people experience when undergoing hypnotherapy or hypnosis. That’s why I relate so closely to the regression therapy work of Dr Brian Weiss and Michael Newton Ph.D.  My experiences are quite similar to their case studies and I’m in an almost semi conscious state when I meditate.

When I’m involved in dream groups or on the occasions I’ve acted as a medium for people wanting to connect with and receive messages from the other side, I feel like I’m in a very relaxed state, part meditative and yet fully aware of my surrounds. Have you ever met or with or spoken with someone on the phone and immediately felt so relaxed in their presence or the sound of their voice that you never want the conversation to end? That’s how relaxed and calm I feel when I’m ‘conversing’ with the other side.

Then it begins. And it is not always the same. On occasions I will see various shades of lights and shapes near people - like auras. On those occasions, I know the messages from the other side will be easier to pick up on.

Other times, I’ll feel something that is just not able to be explained like a cooling of the temperature in one part of the room. I’m not always comfortable with that feeling as it is sudden and often gives me a sinking feeling in my stomach. Several times when I’ve experienced this feeling and coldness, I’ve seen the outline of shadows and have just felt that these are souls that have yet to fully pass to the other side.

On other occasions, I ‘see’ something that you would normally see in a dream or if you imagined something. It is like a seed is planted in my mind but unlike dreams or daydreams or one’s imagination, this feeling is doesn’t disappear in a hurry and at the same time, I can ‘hear’ words banging away in my brain or an intuitive almost ‘gut feel’ that something is trying to get a message to me.  

The best way to explain this is to give you an example. I got an email the other day from a person asking whether I’d be willing to do a reading or see if there was a message for them from the other side. As soon as I opened the email, I had a vision of a man with slick dark hair standing there in front of me wanting to communicate. It was so strong it felt like the feeling you get when you go outside some days and get hit by a blast of cool air on your face.

I tried to ignore ‘him’ but later that night, he wouldn’t leave my mind and was standing there swinging a hula hoop around his waist. In other words, I wasn’t paying attention initially and he is trying very hard to get through to me. For some reason, the hula hoop is now firmly implanted on my mind and it will have some significance for the person I meet with shortly to try and connect with the other side.

For a long time, I only spoke to the soul or spirit I ‘sense’ is my grandma. Then, as I meditated more often and did more work, I opened myself up to receive more messages from a variety of spirits and souls from the other side. Now, it’s open season!

I hope that sheds some light on my experiences. It is not like opening a book nor turning on the television to hear the news. It is an experience like no other that I can explain and it has a number of layers and unexplainable sides to it.

My only 'recommendation' is to try and meditate (practice, practice, practice) and see what evolves. In all honesty, it can't do you any harm. I’m ‘told’ that mankind will one day get to the point of being able to understand parapsychology and the afterlife. Despite the rapid advances in science and our understanding of quantum psychics, we are a way off yet apparently.

Many, many millions of us have still to pass to the other side and then guide the rest still living on earth as well as return as souls within humans. Not my story – just what I’ve been ‘told.

Grandma’s ‘thoughts’ on the meaning of life

It is a question I used to ask myself all the time. What is the meaning and purpose of life? I know it is a question that has also been asked by many millions of people around the world and will be asked by they and many more for some time to come. I don’t claim to have the definitive and proven answer, but I do have some insight that Grandma shared with me that if nothing else, has given me a sense of peace. It is all to do with a leap of faith.

My questioning about the meaning of life had been ongoing for many years. It really reached a head about a year before I started the dream groups at a time when I was really struggling with getting any meaning out of my career. Each day I would trudge off to work, sit in meeting after meeting, daydream about winning the lottery and long for the weekends. The only part of the job I enjoyed was collecting my pay each month.

At the same time, I would spend at least some part of everyday asking myself the question; Is this all there is in life? I would also look at the faces of others dragging themselves off to work each day and notice they looked just like me – glum, expressionless and resigned.

One Sunday, I drove past a church and saw the same looks on the faces of people who were in no real hurry to get inside. To me, it looked like a bunch of people going through the motions because they had gone to church all their lives and ‘this is what you do.’ I wondered how many of those churchgoers really believed or really understood why they were going to church. What was the purpose if they didn’t really look forward to going each week? Was there a sense of duty or was it a case of doing the right thing and honouring family tradition?

During that time, I was going through a particularly tough time at work where I didn’t agree with the corporate agenda that was being pursued by my employer. It led me to again ask the question about the meaning and purpose of corporate life and how it can possibly fit in with the plan or agenda of any God, higher being or source.

Not being able to come up with a satisfactory answer myself to my question, I undertook an intense meditation and ‘discussion’ with grandma over the course of several nights. I’ve summarised the key points below:

Me: Why do people look so glum going to church? Why the blank look on people’s faces on their way to work?

Grandma: Why indeed!

Me: Is that a riddle for me to solve?

Grandma: You’re not happy darling?

Me: Well, I know you encourage me to work things out for myself but sometimes I would be pleased with a straight answer when I ask for help. This is not easy and I am tired.

Grandma: Tired?

Me: Tired of the struggle to understand how I could be talking with you and struggling with understanding what on earth is the purpose of all the corporate rubbish and struggle in the world generally.

Grandma: Like many, or most, you are struggling with the question of purpose and what you are.

Me: I’m frustrated. I feel like I have it all materially but feel like I have nothing inside me.

Grandma: You do have something inside you. You just have shut it in a box and need to let it out.

Me: Please grandma. No riddles. I’m really tired.

Grandma: Darling, when you were born, when any human being is born, they come into the world made up of many parts. But most of all, there are two equally strong components that influence who they are and what they do while on earth.

Me: Their brain and the influence on their personality I guess.

Grandma: No. It is their soul and their ego. From shortly after the time of conception, from the early stage of growth of a foetus, the soul and ego are growing as well. Humans often talk about children being an old soul or seemingly having lived before. The reason that is so apparent in small children is that the soul is stronger than the ego prior to and immediately post birth.

Me: The physical growth of the baby in the womb I can understand and I also  understand the genetic input and influence via the parents but how can ego be developing from before birth when surely the outside influences post birth along with other environmental and developmental factors are the only key factor of how a person develops.

Grandma: It is much deeper and more involved than that. The ego is a combination of external influences as you say along with the individuals own personality. It is more apparent as one grows older but it is there before birth in any case. But the soul is the key hidden influence and that’s what I want you to remember as the most important message. All humans are born with a soul, a spirit that lives inside them and helps guide and shape that person. It is a leap of faith to accept this. Science and humanity is a long time away from being able to understand and comprehend.

Me: I find it impossible to believe that all people have souls. Even if the concept is true, what about mass murderers, surely they have no soul?

Grandma: No, all are born with souls or a hidden spirit from the other side. A person’s ego, the environment they live in, their personality and genetic mistakes can all lead to a situation where the soul is overwhelmed to the point where ego, personality and genetic misfortune take control or are allowed to take control.

Me: So it is a random lottery how we turn out?

Grandma: It can be to an extent but the soul can easily lead the way and overcome all other factors if the will is there. For some people, it is easy for the soul to be the dominant factor in the make up of how one lives a life on earth in preparation for the next life. For others, it isn’t easy and it takes enormous courage, faith and hard work to overcome the other dominant factors. For some, to use your examples of a murderer, it is too much to overcome.

Me: This is a lot to accept and take in!

Grandma: It is for all. That is what is meant by having faith. We will cover more of this as time goes by.

Me: Just to come back to faith then.  Why the long faces at church, why the glum faces about our jobs and lives?

Grandma: Have you ever wondered about people who are just happy in everything they do? Ever wondered about people who seemingly have little, have what you would see as boring jobs, mundane lives, yet they seem to glow?

Me: Yeah, I don’t get it.

Grandma: They are the ones that have found the balance between soul and ego. Please remember that ego is not bad. A healthy ego that is mature and focused on the right things is part of the make up of a human on earth. It allows the person to have the necessary drive and purpose to fulfil a role on earth, no matter what that role is. The unhappy faces, the feeling of emptiness that you talk about is because the balance between ego and soul is again out of step. Having the right balance of ego and soul is not easy. Ego is driven by what you can see and feel as a human. Therefore it is easy to follow. Soul can’t be seen so requires a leap of faith to believe it is something worth following or doing. As a human, it is easier to ignore what we can’t see or experience.      

Me: Well surely people who go to church have faith so why aren’t they happy?

Grandma: Religion of any sort is an attempt to connect with the spirit. There is nothing wrong with any religion that seeks to connect with the next life as long as it is well intentioned and does not use force or coercion. Where people get lost is in the belief that prayer or attendance at church without an intention to connect with the spirit will lead to a feeling of balance between ego and soul or if they are really attending at church to placate the ego. Prayer of any kind or attendance at any venue to connect with what some people call God is a genuine attempt to connect your soul and the next life with the source. However, it is not necessary to go to a building with others or undertake ceremony to balance the ego and the soul or connect with the soul and therefore achieve balance and prepare for the life after. If it helps and the right intention is there that balances soul and ego, this will work wonders for some people. For others they have the strength and ability to go within via meditation and find the balance with or without the guidance of those that have lived before and who are part of the afterlife.

Me: It is all too much. I can’t ever hope to understand this you know.

Grandma: I know that some things you will understand. The rest is faith and your soul and ego will accept these in the years ahead. Like those that do accept that there is something beyond human life without at all being able to see it, allow your soul to take the lead.  

Taking on my first 'client' in over three years

My falling out with my long term friend has already led to a number of profound changes in my life. One of these is that I agreed to meet with a lady who I met some time ago and see if the ‘other side’ has a message for her about a recurring dream that has been on her mind on and off for a number of years.

Linda* is the wife of a business colleague. In the past, she has often asked me if I would help her but I’ve always been reluctant for the reasons I’ve mentioned many times in previous blogs. I relented after I ran into her and her husband in the city at the weekend. As I’ve stated often, I’ve never done this for money or charged a fee so she isn’t really a client (just a figure of speech). I don’t do this as a business and I don’t take myself that seriously! If it helps her in some way, that’s a bonus. Like I warned her, I have no proof of any of this and no idea what happens to me when I meditate and why.

I think the reason I asked her if she was still having the dream and still wanting to see if there was a message from the ‘other side’ was because I was both annoyed that my honesty in ‘coming out’ had caused the loss of a friendship and therefore, I wanted to prove or disprove this ‘ability’ once and for all. Somewhat childish of me I know but I’m nothing if not stubborn. And very simplistic and naïve to think that this will give me a definitive answer. I know it won’t.

Like many people I know, Linda and her husband are typical business types leading a life of work, kids and normality. Both are professionals but they also are quite open minded about topics such as religion and spirituality. They are guarded not forthright in the topics they discuss but I always felt at ease talking with them about the possibility of the afterlife.

I met them at their home two nights ago and we spoke about my falling out with my long term friend. We talked about proof, my search for meaning and evidence about all that I ‘see’ and ‘hear’ and my ‘coming out’ blog. To my surprise, Linda suggested that I write about her dream and what message, if any, I receive from the other side. While initially reluctant, I agreed to do so, possibly because I’m more determined than ever to just either just go with all this, find some evidence either way to prove myself right or wrong (I don’t mind either way) and because I’m still annoyed at what happened with my friend.

After we agreed that I would report on the process on this blog, I spent ten minutes in a quiet room in their house undergoing a quick meditation spiral (sometimes 10-15 minutes is all I need to prepare after many years of practice, although other times I require more time).

Linda then told me her dream that has been recurring on and off for about five years:

‘In my dream, I was driving a car very fast along what seemed like an elevated freeway. There were storm clouds on the horizon behind me and they seemed to be creeping up on me very fast. I kept an eye on them through the rear-vision mirror every chance I got but it was hard as I he was busy getting out of the way of cars coming in the opposite direction. The longer I drove against the traffic –yes, I was heading in the wrong direction – the more dangerous it became. Sitting behind me in the back seat was my daughter Melanie, she was older, dressed in clothes that an older person - like a grandmother- would wear and she had on an old hat. She was telling me to go faster, she was navigating, telling me how to avoid the cars and to hurry so we could avoid the storm clouds catching upon us from behind. Sweat was building on my forehead and I was very worried about it going into my eyes, because I felt it would make it impossible to see. I wanted to ask her to stop as the more she gave me directions from the back, the more out of control I felt while driving. Horns were blowing from the cars I narrowly missed and people screamed out from the side of the freeway, ‘You’re going in the wrong direction.’ My speed hit 160km an hour and the car was now out of control. ‘Stop, stop, stop,’ I called out to Melanie, who kept hounding me from the back.  The sweat ran off my forehead and into my eyes, stinging and blinding him. I called out for help. That was my dream.’

From very early on in Linda’s dream, I saw a conversion of about three shadows of light near where she was seated. It was confusing to me and somewhat distracting as I hadn’t seen this type of thing before. I got the strong feeling there were a number of ‘voices’ joined together as though they were all talking at the one time. This made it hard to fully understand what ‘noises’ and ‘messages’ were coming through but I wrote down what I could decipher while Linda recalled her dream.

Here is what I wrote down based on the message I received:

They say she needs to find a new path. She’s travelling in the wrong direction and could run into barriers. They say to open your eyes or she will continue to run into barriers. Sometimes you have your eyes closed to the possibilities and new directions that are right in front of you. You don’t want to see what is right in front of you. They say you need to get control, show her the right way, help her overcome the congestion that is in her mind and heart, point her in the right direction. They say you been resisting making changes and taking a new direction for too long.

There is an older man now trying to speak over the others. He says she is on a journey but growing up too quickly, going too fast in the wrong direction. He says you want to be in control but you are heading in the wrong direction too and that is what the car horns and people on the side are trying to alert you to. He says the storm clouds are warning you of trouble brewing and creeping up on you. Wipe the sweat from your eyes as you are becoming blinded by something that you can see if you want to but you are shutting off your mind to something that normally you would be able to see clearly. Watch out for that sharp object! He says you know Melanie is in trouble and she is yelling and screaming at you for help but you won’t act. He says you have to use your best judgement and see what is actually happening with her drug taking. He’s showing me a needle.

Half an hour later over a cup of tea, Linda and her husband confided in me that they had suspected their 20 year old daughter Melanie had been taking drugs for some time and was getting deeper into the drug scene to the point where her university studies were becoming affected. She said they had never felt they could confront her about it not what to do.

Linda said that based on the messages she received, they had to intervene now. She said her instincts had told her as much on many occasions but she had no idea how serious the problem was (she held her hand to her chest when I spoke of seeing a needle).

I’m sure with some introspection, Linda could have dealt into her dreams in detail herself or just followed her instincts. Some people can, others need some help. Others, I’ve found, are completely closed off and have little instinct. Sometimes, we all need a little guidance and direction to help us act, put all the pieces together or make a decision. I wish them luck and I hope this has helped in some way. They are good people. I left their house feeling good but as always, totally bemused by this supposed ability I have. Very confusing and surreal.