Visiting with the other side of the veil.

   This is not an every day event seeing my mother and son.  I am more apt to hear from the guides than
go dream walking and see my beloved departed.

    Before I go into it, as an aside, I am chuckling about how a pyschiatrist would view my hearing voices.  Sorry but fully functional here, just out of their parameters. You have to have a opened mind to experience the universe in it's entirety.  Shrinks do have their purposes. But not in this case.


    More on that later.  I went into a deep brain wave state, I was very tired, long hard working day,
So I zonked out.

      At first I am in this stream or continuum of conciousness comprised of minds of people on this side of the veil. Kind of noisy, kinetic motion, minds talking constantly at the same time.  We all are moving along in like a stream , not necessarily single file,  just people in motion, as is the chatter.

     To be honest, I find it bizarre. We are a noisy lot, never stopping planet wide, constant chatter.

        So there are doorways along this highway of people and noise, on the sides . People often get off the road and step thru them as if they know where to go. I did.

        My entry is into a room with a table and chairs, this is often the case for me. My Mother and son ar seated.  They stand up, we hug, I am overjoyed to see them.

        Now my son seems to be acting as a bit of a moderator for my mother as I find during this conversation. Mom is talking about my father still living.

        She starts in by exclaiming he needs to stop running away from himself and face up to his
Lessons before he ends up here. She means before he dies.  He needs to do right by the dog. He
Needs to sell the house and be with more people his age. He can't expect every one to keep him
entertained,  etc.

        Now there were a few times she would start to elaborate and my son would say firmly, "no Grandma,You cannot say anymore."

         She would shrug, go "OKay!" Then tells me something else. She said she has been to see Dad, he never has noticed or felt her.  She moves things around on his dresser, he never notices. One time she knocked a couple of things off the dresser to see what he would do. He just picked stuff up. Left the room.

     So we both sigh knowing this is not going to change. As we know the family dynamics won't either.

       We all hug goodbye. I have to go, so do they.  As I step back out into this continuum, there are people I know running down towards a commotion. I follow.

      Someone I know is in a wheelchair, not normal on my side here. All of my friends surround him in dismay. I step out and come up out of it. That heavy energy left over from DreamWalking leaves me very groggy.

        I have coffee, relate the dream to my husband, jot it down.  Nice to visit but had to shake myself to get on with the day.