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!