OoooOo Spooky!

Dreams are relevant and our energetic existence is timeless. And ghosts is real. Have a read at this listener's story who had a visit in her dreams 21 years after her loved one's passing...

"I was not raised in a religious home but I'd say we were somewhat spiritual. As a family we have experienced a lot of loss and continuing on as an adult I have experienced even more loss. Because we never got the religious default conversation about everyone leaving earth to go to heaven, I became obsessed with death as a child. After attending so many funerals, I had constant questions about what happens after we die. My mom's answer was always different and I think that is okay, especially now that I am an adult and my answer is still ever-changing. But I feel fortunate that my parents would never shut down the idea of spiritual encounters or intuition.

One of the most profound losses I have ever experienced was the loss of one of my best friends 3 months before high school graduation. Whenever I meet another person who lost a friend in high school, I recognize the same grief in their eyes. I believe it is because as a teenager you have the capacity to deeply love your friends and you get to see them and hug them every day but you haven't yet learned how truly painful life can be and how to deal with it. And as a senior in high school we thought there was so much ahead of us and we could be anything and anyone if we just tried hard enough. My friend died in a very abrupt and tragic way and it rocked the entire town. In the days and months after his death, we all searched for signs and signals from him. There was a local medium that sought out one of my friends and told her that "he was very confused at first but he is okay now and he wants you to know he is okay". There were countless other signs but my personal and private communication from him came in my dreams. For many years I would see him in my dreams but he could never talk in any of them. I tried to think of it has him showing me he was okay even though I could no longer hear his voice. But I few weeks ago I got Covid. I was alone and scared and very out of it between fatigue, dizziness, cough medicine and going in an out of sleep all day. I tried to talk to myself when I would feel my depression or anxiety creeping in. And then during one of my long stretches of sleep, he arrived in my dream. But this time he wasn't a disheveled teenager, he was a grown man with a different hairstyle and a distinguished maturity I think most men only get after they become a father. In my dream, there was a group of us at a restaurant and he just walked in, sat down and started talking. For the first time in 21 years, he was talking to me in my dream. I don't remember much else but I was so calm and happy when I woke up. It was something I needed so greatly to get me through the isolation and coming up in a few weeks, the anniversary of his death. Thank you for talking about this and telling people's stories. I am just catching up now as I am returning to work and my spreadsheets ;). These stories make me feel so connected to people on earth and connected to whatever anyone might consider as heaven. And even if you told me tomorrow, that none of this was real and it was just our mind filling in the blanks, that's okay, because it helps us all connect to someone we love. It helps us laugh, it helps us let go of anger and it helps us treasure the physical bodies that we can still squeeze and cherish and nothing bad can ever come from that."