Dream at Russells Farm

Stepping inside of my dreams…
For those of you that do not know me I am on a journey to self discovery. I am starting to analyze and log all of the dreams of my past and other paranormal going ons. Here is a dream that I had when I was about 6.

When I was a little girl I lived in Maryland in an old farm house in the middle of a 360 some odd archer tobacco farm. My room was on the second floor and my bed was next to a set of windows that conveniently overlooked an old decrepit farm house that was bout 300 feet from my home. This farm house and the old decrepit one never sat well with me. I think that the following dream was my first real lucid dream…

One night when I was 6ish I dreamt that I the spirit of a little girl around my age came to me. She was wearing a long white night gown and had shoulder length blonde hair. She wanted me to go with her. I got up out of bed and she led me by the hand down the stairs out the door and to that old house next door. She wanted me to go inside it with her. I had reservations because the house was all but condemned from the outside as it was in life. The spirit was troubled but lonely at the same time.

She moved to the door way and motioned for me to come in. I followed her with reservation. She wanted to play a game. She told me that we must be very quiet because “he” was upstairs and we don’t want to wake him up. When I looked around the house it turned into a livable space again, the walls were plastered and the furniture about was polished. We were sitting on the dining room floor next to a large oak table playing with jacks. We got to laughing like all little girls do and then we heard a noise from up stairs. Something was moving about.

The little girl froze and turned white and transparent and now she looked like a real ghost. She said, “Hurry you must get out of here, he is coming!!” Just then we heard foot steps so heavy that it echoed in the high ceiling room that we were in below. The little girl was in a panic and she said.” It’s too late”. ..

Out of no where her mother also a spirit came in and said “hurry, run little ones…I will fend him off!” The little girl hid under the table clinging to its leg. I got up and moved towards the door stopping dead in my tracks right before it at the bottom of the stairwell. I looked up and there stood an overwhelmingly large man staring down at me.

The mother said “ I will not let you hurt these girls!” and she flew up the stairs toward him and at the same time he leapt into the air effortless like some sort of bird taking flight and he transformed from a figure that looked like a man to a demon of a being. His face melted before my eyes growing long and his teeth transformed in to long wolf like K-9’s his hair melted away and his transparent flesh fell off. He roared like thunder. Flames illuminated his back and he collided with the mother spirit shattering her into a million pieces of light. The little girl screamed and then he was heading toward me. I woke up right before he collided with me at the bottom of the stairs.

In my dream I could feel the heat of his flame and I could feel the vibrations of his roar and the darkness of his anger and the way that the room was drained of all its energy when he grew near. When I woke up and laid in the darkness I could still hear the screams of that little girl in my mind and see her huddled beneath the table when I blinked. 27 years later I can still see him and her clearly in my mind.

Mothers voice still speaks.....

Today I heard my mothers voice...I was asked to give a donation by one of my staff members who was approached by Kevin in her marketing group meeting earlier this morning. The letter below is one that I sent to Kevin with the donation... It is very interesting how things work out.

Kevin,

I did not know what to say about this piece of work. It is so hard to give it away. If it were up to me I would not part with it but this is a power greater than myself so I offer it with love and great hope. I wanted to tell you how incredible this experience has been for me. Here is what happened…

I was conducting my morning meeting with my management staff. After the meeting Beverley stopped me and said, “At my morning meeting I was asked if we could give a donation to auction to help a woman who is suffering from breast cancer…

I get these types of requests just about daily and am ashamed to say that I typically say no or I loose it on my desk. Beverly held out your business card and as I reached for it she told me to give you a call if this is something we could help with. I thought first yes, I could donate one of my paintings for the cause. The instant that I touched the card I heard a voice say, “Donate one of mine”. I know this voice to be my mothers as I hear her from time to time. A little shaken by this idea of giving one of her works away I went directly to my office and I called you.

I was listening to you tell me about FFA and then about the benefit for a lady with breast cancer. I was sure that I was going to give you donations from the hotel and just when I about talked myself out of giving away one of moms paintings you mentioned the woman’s name “Susan”. This is the same name that most people called my mom. That name rung through me like a shot and I knew that the message my mother sent was intended to materialize and that it was her wish for you to have this piece.

What you did not know is that a few moments after hanging up with you Beverley came to my office and I told her that I spoken to you and we would donate from the hotel to both causes and then I mentioned I would be giving a piece of my mothers work as well. I told her about the voice when I touched your card and she said “Wow, that is so strange…you know when he gave me the card I instantly thought I must give this to Hannah” and then she explained “I thought that was weird because I typically would have just got the information and then asked for the certificate, gotten it from you and given it to him, but when I touched the card I instantly thought I needed to give it to you.”

Growing and a dream of strength

Anyone who knows me understands that there is a part of me that has been suffering with extreme battles with darkness most of my life. Not just the blackness of the room…but the darkness within the darkness. Since early childhood as I lay in bed at night I would watch as a portion of the room typically grew darker than the rest followed by extreme fear and danger. As a young person I was so confused. I did not understand that there was not something wrong with me and that there was in fact something standing in my room at night. I wish that I would have understood then that the spirits in my room at night were not malevolent but more so just pulling the energy around it. As time has marched on I am growing strong and shedding off the years of night terrors and the feelings of immediate danger and looming doom.

I am strong enough now to understand that I was given a great gift. I can communicate with those who are disincarnate. I see them in my waking hours and in my dreams and it is a real joy to be able to openly communicate with those that I love or that need my help (this aspect is something I am working on and will explain at another time). I am learning new schools of thought from my super conscious mind. I now understand that there is no such thing as good and evil. There is only love and the lack there of. It is my only duty to love God and my neighbor as myself, and I can break no other rules.

I am moving to a place where I am going to start charting my life psychic events and dreams from earliest memory. I am not sure why I need to do this but I know it is important. There will be more messages of this charting as I begin.

Today is a day of celebration for me. Last night when I dreamt I was standing in the bathroom of the house that I lived in as a teen with my daughter and husband. Everything was normal. My husband dropped a contact on the floor which my daughter bent over to help him pick up. Just as she did this I heard MOM!!! MOM!!! And some horrific screaming coming from the other room. I stood still for a moment pulling in all of my sight I understood that in the living room space was the possession from the exorcist and she was harassing my son. Well anyone that knows me knows that I am terrified of the exorcist as that is how so many of the “demons” from my night mares have looked. She is the one thing that just sends me into orbit. I stood calm for a moment in the door way of the bathroom and again I heard the screams. They were so intense that they rang in my ears and traveled down my spine into my gut. Instead of rushing to my son (which I don’t have) I slowly turned and started walking to the living room. Only now we were no longer in the same house. We are walking through the house I lived in as a girl. I got to the dining room, one room away from the living room and I heard the voice of one of my spirit guides say “Go forth with love” I paused for a moment child still screaming and my daughter standing beside me and I gently held her hand and started singing a song. We entered the living room. There was no light on, just the light from the window outside and no furniture in the room. I looked to the far wall expecting to see that possession dismembering my son but instead I seen my son sitting in a cage on the floor beside our cocker spaniel as still as a stone. I approached the cage and knelt down, fully expecting that this was a trick and he was not scared or shaken or screaming…nor was the dog. The bars, my son and the dog disappeared. I looked at the wall in front of me and there was a black imprint of a child’s hand smeared in ash. Something about this imprint gave me a since of urgency or danger and I put my right hand on the wall and shouted “Go now, I release you!! And I release me. And then fast as a shot I woke up eyes wide in the darkness of my room.

The amazing thing about this dream is that I was calm when I woke up. I was not afraid to look around in the darkness and I was not scared to go back to sleep. I have never awoken from a dream of possession in such a relaxed way. I must be growing.

Seeking what is seeking me

This blog is going to be a space for me to spread my intuitive wings. I have spent my whole life practically with a ghost phobia. That’s right; I have been terrified of ghosts.

I have had night terrors as long as I can remember (which I have cured in the last year), I always felt that something was waiting in the shadow to spring on me and drag me off to the darkness, and I always had trouble resting due to an abundance of information moving through my head. I would get flashes of things visually that made no sense, dream of places that I have never seen that were so real I could smell, taste, touch and feel what was moving around me and I have spent countless hours speaking to and being approached by spirits (mostly hiding from them). That is enough to make any little kid freak out..not to mention all the physical movements in my home and around me.

It got so bad a year ago that I started working to stop fearing the unknown and in turn embrace it. I have moved to a position in life where I am able to enjoy the gifts that I have and now I am learning how to share my ability with others. I am exploring the idea of doing dream analysis and general life coaching using the aid of guides from the other side.

I will use this forum to connect with others who have similar gifts and are in development stages of their understanding and to practice readings for others. One area that I am really strong in currently is the ability to life coach in spiritual healing and general purpose. If I sound like you or if I can work to assist you join up! I will be posting my dreams from time to time for general reading and interpretation and I encourage you to post yours to share or ask for analysis which would be great practice for me!