Anyone who has ever had an "encounter" with a dead friend or relative knows just how soothing that can be to your spirit. I have already blogged here about how my father came to me in dreams after he died. Dreams that were so vivid that I know they were real. So, if he ever wants or needs to reach me, that is one avenue that is always available to him. However, I do believe that he doesn't NEED to reach me. Sometimes, I need him and he feels that... and reaches out.
So, anywhoozle... a bit over a week ago I had this phone conversation with a friend of mine that I actually met through blogging. Another story for another day how that worked out. We hadn't talked in FOREVER and were on the phone for hours. I am NOT going to relay that entire conversation for you. (And there goes that collective sigh of relief... you're welcome.) But, we did talk about how about ten years ago this "strange" thing began to happen to her daughter. Every night after work the light on a specific street would go out just as she went under it and then after she made it through, it would come back on. Anyone familiar with spirit and the way they can use electricity would jump to the conclusion (after it happened repeatedly) that someone in the spirit world was saying, "Hi." So she started talking to who she thought it was. Her mom, and my friend, said that she was always a bit envious and would have liked to have something like that happen to her. A month ago, it did. She and her husband were out walking at dusk. The lights came on and each time she walked under one it went out and then came back on after she passed by it. Eight lights in all. One night.
I tell you this to prepare you for what happened to me a few nights ago. I had a nightmare. In my mind, the worst kind. The one where you are asleep in your dream and when you "wake up" something scary is happening. In this case, there were intruders in my house. So, in this dream, I do battle with both of them and actually win. Yeah, that should have been the CLUE right there that it was a dream. I think I killed one of the dudes by kicking at his face and snapping his neck back. About the only athletic thing I am excelling at right now is dancing. So, it would have been more reasonable to dance the guy to death. (And that made me think of a video that I would have given to someone else in HERE'S TO YOU if I were reading their blog. You will find it at the end. I don't want to disturb the Flow I have going here.)
So, after knocking out both of these people, what did I do? I ran for my cell phone which is by my computer. Yeah, that is actually where it was and I knew it even in my subconscious. I dialed 911 and tell them I am IN THE MIDDLE of a home invasion. I needed help now. And then the operator asked for my address and I gave her my old address from back in 2009. Wrong. I tred again. I gave her the Georgia address we just left. Wrong. I trid again. I gave her my really old Georgia address from the early 2000s. I COULDN'T REMEMBER MY ADDRESS.
And that is when I woke up sweating and panting and scared. I jumped out of bed, toured the house, noticed the dog sound asleep in her dog bed, the alarm set, and went back to bed. And then I spent five minutes saying my current address out loud to the ceiling. After I felt I knew it sufficiently, I rolled over, but worried that I was going to fall right back into that dream. So, I spent more time lying there heart pounding in a state of anxiety. Then this bright light flashed so bright I could see it with my eyes closed. I sat straight up in bed. Lights off. But, I knew they were just on. Power surge? my scrambled brain wondered.
I lied back down and stared at the ceiling. Waiting. A minute later every light flashed in my room and went out again. I was having difficulty with the power surge explanation, but am still without a clue. I attribute this to being soundly asleep, then horribly afraid, and then ticked off at myself.
A minute after that my night stand light came on and stayed on.
And that was when I knew that it was my dad. He was turning the lights on for me. He was saying it was all fine. I wasn't alone. I was safe. I could go back to sleep.
Or he was saying I needed to get up and go check on my mother. So, I jumped out of bed, threw open my door, ran to her room, and stood over her while she slept watching her breathe in and out. Yeah, she was fine. My dog ran circles around me this time, sure that she was going to eat at 3am. No such luck for her.
I went back to bed, turned out the light, and thanked my dad for his comfort. And this time when I rolled over, I went right back to sleep and not into that nightmare.
I told you the story about my friend to give this one context. I don't think my dad would have chosen lights until I heard that story. It is somewhat frightening to have your lights come on "all by themselves." Until you understand that spirit uses lights to let us know that they are there. And then it isn't scary anymore. Once I understood that, lights became one more way for my dad to reach me.
Now, here is the HERE'S TO ME that I mentioned above. Enjoy....
Have any of your dead loved ones ever manipulated electricity to let you know that they were watching out for you? If they do after you read this post, please let me know about it!