Nightly Encounters of the Divine Kind – by Sherrie Dillard


Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back: a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.

– Anais Nin

Dear readers,  today’s DreamFriday post is written by Sherrie Dillard / psychic and medium and a New Thought pastoral counselor, and author.  Please welcome her with loving arms, as I am honored and excited to have her write for Muse In The Valley.

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Nightly Encounters of the Divine Kind

I love a good dream. I feel myself blessed when my dreams have yielded important insights, comfort, exciting adventure or wise and kind company. My dreams seem to be born from different parts of me. Some of them I easily identify as stress and worry dreams. These often involve losing my car keys, giving away my dogs, being lost in a strange place and my teeth falling out. Although they alert me to areas in my life that I need to work on, these are not my most favorite type of dreams.

I often dream about the people in my life. Sometimes they are clients of mine and we are still working on issues. Frequently I dream of my family and friends. When I am able to decipher the accompanying strange, interesting or funny imagery, I understand myself, others and situations so much better.  Sometimes my dreams have no discernible characters or events and I cannot comprehend what they might be trying to tell me. When this happens I let the dream take its time to soak into my heart and mind without rushing to dissect it.

My favorite kind of dream is what I like to think of as a spiritual encounter. In these dreams I am in the presence of wise and loving beings that often come to me with a message or gift of love, guidance or direction. These dreams can be transformative. I feel an influx of new energy, awareness and a sense of renewal.

I recently had one such dream. In it a woman came to me and told me to follow her. We got onto an elevator and it shot upward at breakneck speed. Suddenly the doors opened and an Asian man who I intuitively knew to be a Buddhist handed me a yellow hat. The doors to the elevator then abruptly shut and we started to descend. As it did I admired the hat’s beauty. It was made of woven material and had jeweled designs embroidered all through it. It was a beautiful gift. Then, I woke up.

I knew the dream was significant, but I did not know why. The next day as I was walking my dog I thought about the dream. I intuitively knew that the dream was important, but I did not know why.  I did however hear an inner voice telling me to go home and goggle Buddhist and yellow hat. I thought this was silly, but I did it. As I was typing in Buddhist and yellow hat onto my search button, several sites quickly appeared.  I clicked on one and saw a picture of a yellow hat, surprisingly similar to the one in my dream. Reading the information on the site, I learned that there is a Yellow Hat sect of Tibetan Buddhists and that this is the sect that the Dali Lama belongs to. There is a long history and tradition which explains the Yellow Hat sect that I will not go into, but to be given this hat in my dream was clearly an honor.  Not one that I completely understood. But, this is how these dream encounters often are. They inspire and wake you to new perspectives and possibilities. Not simply mental activity, they are more like a passage through which we transform.

In my book The Miracle Workers Handbook: Seven Levels of Power and Manifestation of the Virgin Mary, that has just been released, I talk about the importance of these nightly encounters. One of the ways that we are spiritually guided, receive direction and help is through our dreams. Angels, Mary, and other spiritual beings and teachers come to us while we sleep. When the curtain of consciousness slips away at night, we are more able to allow and receive visits from the spiritual realm. It is interesting that I had this dream at the time that my book about the Virgin Mary was being released. My unconscious clearly was not dwelling on Buddhist thoughts. In this way the dream was a special treat to me because it spoke to the oneness of all religions and spiritual traditions. Although I know some of the basics of Buddhist philosophy, I do not know much of their practices and traditions. This dream transcended the parameters of my spiritual preferences and offered me a drop of pure spiritual juice.

Most spiritual traditions, the Bible included are full of instances and examples of holy visitations taking place through dreams. Battles have been fought. People have left their homes, wed unlikely partners, journeyed to distant places and changed the course of their lives because of the guidance that they received through their dreams.

Whatever you believe in, whatever is powerful, loving and wise, invite it into your dreams. It might change your life.

Sherrie Dillard M.Div. is a psychic and medium and a New Thought pastoral counselor. She is the author of the best-selling Discover Your Psychic Type, Love and Intuition and her newly released book, The Miracle Workers Handbook: Seven Levels of Power and Manifestation of the Virgin Mary

Guided By Spirit – Lucid Dreaming


lucid dream is any dream in which one is aware that one is dreaming. The term was coined by the Dutch psychiatrist and writer Frederik (Willem) van Eeden(1860–1932). In a lucid dream, the dreamer may be able to exert some degree of control over their participation within the dream or be able to manipulate their imaginary experiences in the dream environment. Lucid dreams can be realistic and vivid. It is shown that there are higher amounts of beta-1 frequency band (13–19 Hz) experienced by lucid dreamers, hence there is an increased amount of activity in the parietal lobes making lucid dreaming a conscious process. (source:  Wikipedia)

Kelly Beversdorf is a longtime dreamer of mine (see below for all her dreams)  She shares her dreams regularly, however, I’ve found Kelly’s dreams to be more detailed and vivid, than most of my dreams or  those of my regular clients.  I did some research and found, in fact, without knowing, Kelly is experiencing the beginnings of Lucid Dreaming.  This can happen when one is in a meditative state, or in such a relaxed state (like almost falling asleep).

I also believe Kelly experiences a visit by a Spirit Guide:

I consulted Monica Wilcox, from FemmeTales, and she states:

I would say the Indian woman is a spirit guide and appeared to show that she is with her. It strikes me that the dream if very much about how to position yourself for survival/enlightenment and maybe this guide came to show her that she is supporting her in this. I would recommend at the end of the reading that Kelly try and connect to this woman in meditation. 

 Take a look:  

The Dream

I’m hanging out with Leah and her brother Jonathan. Jonathan is telling me about surviving in all different U.S. climates. He said by sleeping in certain positions you can survive longer in extreme weather, something to do with gravity and our bodies energy system. He referenced that a Native American tribe traveled to every region of our country studying these survival sleeping habits and found successful results in every region but ours (the Ohio River Valley). Jonathan showed me one of the sleeping positions:  if you sleep with your head pointing towards a large body of water (lake or ocean) you will avoid having cold damp feet, thus not getting sick. He was telling me this in a very serious tone and way as if my life depended on it. He said the reason the Native American tribe was so unsuccessful in surviving in our area was because of our inconstant weather patterns.

We are sitting on my bed in my room and I notice there is a young Indian woman looking out my window. She is dressed in a brown dress, length is above her ankles, she has long beautiful black straight hair(its shiny), her hair is in pig-tails. The dress is made from animal hide. She had a thin leather head band on with a few small feathers standing up. She looked straight at me…into my eyes with her big brown eyes. She pointed her finger over her lips like she was wanting me to keep this a secret between us. I don’t know if Jonathan even saw her? While she is standing there Jonathan keeps talking about all the different sleeping positions…and demonstrating them. Its looks like Cirque De Soleil going on in the background while the Indian Woman and I locked eyes for what seemed like hours. When she disappeared I asked him to clarify what this tribe didn’t find a survival sleeping position for this area? He said he wasn’t sure, but suggested they didn’t make it here or they didn’t survive because of the constant unpredictable weather.

I’m walking down a familiar street. The full moon is out.  It is HUGE and it is beautiful: the kind of moon that literally takes up the entire sky. The fall leaves are at their most colorful, red, orange, yellow, purple, burgundy, golden, rusty orange, light greenish-yellow, and they are all sparking in the moon light. They are lit up like Christmas lights, and the street I’m walking down is lined up with big strong beautiful old trees with magnificent leaves. It’s like one of those light tunnels you might see during a Christmas light show in a park…but picture it as trees with every fall color you can imagine lit up by the moon. AMAZING!!! I’m walking through the tunnel of glowing trees and I see these 2 old snobby people complaining about everything & anything in the middle of this tunnel. These 2 people reminded me of the people I use to work for in an art gallery in Arizona last winter. I pass them, but they ask me where they can leave this tunnel. I tell them to figure it out themselves because I’m enjoying myself in this place, and ask them to stop stealing my joy. I keep walking on down the street/tree tunnel.  I get to an opened path way. So it’s not night-time any more, but day.

The sky is slightly overcast…very light gray skies high in the sky…not the looming clouds you’d see if there was rain coming. At the end of this path is a valley not a steep valley but a gentle slop. It’s very grassy, soft ground and there are people all kinds of people happily playing. It’s like a giant play ground for everyone not just kids…even dogs & cats are there having fun(in peace). There are buildings…brick buildings around the play ground they are a golden color with big windows. I see a parking lot…which is full of cars except one spot. All of the sudden the sky opens up…and rain comes down gently hitting my face, hair, and I start walking down the hill toward the play ground. People aren’t really alarmed…some go inside but some stay out in the rain. I see Jonathan pull into the one open parking space with Leah in the passenger side. They wave at me…their arms are out of the car windows waving big waves at me…”happy to see you” waves. I get to the car quickly and easily, I noticed in the window’s reflection the moon is still out full, huge, and beautiful…it’s behind me. Leah and Jonathan mention how cool and rare it is to have rain with not clouds and with the moon out. Okay I’ll add that the time prior to this moment I didn’t realize the moon was out…I thought it was the sun shining through the clouds which was making it so bright. I was WRONG! I agreed and smiled at them happy to share this awesome moment with my two friends. Jonathan takes his foot off the brake and the car rolls slightly over the black top into the grass, leaving mud tire marks and he ends up getting the car to back up and on the black top…no harm no foul!

The Interpretation

We discussed briefly this dream the other day.  I am convinced, that you were in a meditative state or lucid dreaming.  There are too many details in this dream to be a “conventional dream”

These dreams can still be interpreted, however, I think there is a higher power at work in this dream.  The traditional symbols are there Friends, places etc. however, there is, I am sure, a spirit guide (Native Woman) telling you a secret.. or showing you this dream to give you a message.

This secret has to do with Survival and paradise.. the inner paradise one can feel when at one with the Universe.  The valley seemed to me to be heaven.  Where all is at one and at peace.  Even the moon arriving through the rain is a moment of pure bliss..

Your friends, to me, represent unconditional love, support and help.  You can call on these friends anytime to help you to feel that you have a purpose here that you are trying to fulfill, and they will be your soul partners to cheer you on!

I totally love the Native Woman. I truly believe she is one of your spirit guides whom you can call on when needed.  I feel she has been there a long time by your side, and feels you are ready to receive this information about eternal life and the peaceful paradise you can have right here on earth.

She also appears to comfort you and to let you know that your past lives were not all negative, that there has always been people along your path who have loved you and supported you.. every single lifetime.. and she gave you a glimpse of heaven.. But its a secret.. between her and you.. The rest of the secret is only for you to discover..

John here seems to be in your dream to give you tips into “survival” into your new life.  Your life of being on your own, and being ok!  I think the “outdoorsy” way he is speaking about, is letting you know, that you have ways you can act and be, in order to always be safe.  Sleeping positions remind me of the basic needs.. when we are children, the foetal position is what keeps us safe.. even today when we are sad.

And your life does depend on this information.  If you choose a life of unconditional love and support for yourself, like Leah and John give you here.. you will live a life of purpose.  This tribe will make it.. because you will let yourself be guided into the right position.. (this also may be a tribe of a past you’ve once lived)

The tunnel of glowing trees (as you describe) gave me an overwhelming feeling of happiness.  This place, where you are in total bliss, allowed you to tap into yourself despite the snotty negative women.  This place resides within you.  You can tap into it whenever you feel there is negativity around you.. this is your “higher self” your spirit.. Go there often.

The moon, which according to Dreammoods,  represents some hidden, mysterious aspect of yourself, this makes total sense to me because it even comes out during a rain shower.  This mysterious aspect of yourself.. still needs to be discovered (secret of the Native woman).. and its up to you to find it!!! ( I think your course with Jen will help with this)

The parking lot being full except for one place:  I feel this place is left open for you.. for you to find your niche (the mystery)…

Your friends represent all who are cheering you on this path.  You can connect with them too when you feel down or disappointed.  I am cheering for you too.. and so are all the positive influences and people in your life.

The Valley represents the old and the new.  The valley with the gentle slope seems to represent the passage into this new life.. this new way of thinking, and a place to feel sheltered and protected.. or the need to feel sheltered and protected.

This dream / vision is powerful and very spiritual.. I could probably find more and more meaning, however, I think the secret is for you to discover.

You can catch Kelly’s BIO and dreams here  and here.

NEW:  Kelly’s Response to this interpretation:

She is most definitely open to other dimensions, as guides, worlds and twin souls come to her in her dreams!   Fascinating.

For more info on how I interpret dreams go to my readings page.

Love and light to you

Kim

A Dream in a Dream: Shimmering Butterfly Glasses


A month ago, I introduced you to Sylvia van Bruggen , the muse behind the successful Playful Creativity website.   Sylvia’s mission is to guide you to bring out the playful side in all of us, by using art, creativity and Ego Busting sessions to enlighten us.   She also has her own Tarot Deck and creates poems which delights the soul.  Sylvia wrote a special story for me entitled The Bright Pink Backpack.  A gift I will always remember.

In her last dream, The Colorful Scarf, Sylvia is coming to terms with the joy of creating her life and the ego which tries to sabotage it.  She states:

I keep getting these ego messages that my quest is just stupid and I need to start behaving myself, time to get that out of my life!

You will experience the BREAKTHROUGH Sylvia had with this last dream!  I love progression!

Sylvia had a dream within a dream.  A first for me.  I have never experienced this type a dream so I went to my Facebook page to and asked the question.  To my amazement, many replied they have experienced this type of dream, so I got to work and did a bit of research.

A dream within a dream, according to the very successful website Dream Moods  is a:

..safer and more acceptable way to express material from your unconscious. The dream within a dream protects you, the dreamer from waking up. Such dreams often reflect a hidden but crucial issue which you need to acknowledge and confront.

The Dream

I didn’t sleep much last night, so this morning I lay down for a nap. I had a dream in a dream! It is mostly hazy, as all of my dreams lately are, they just drift away. I know however that when I need to remember something, I do.

Anyway, back to the dream of this morning. I was in Prague, solving a mystery. I do not know what the mystery was, but it was very mysterious, and I was damn good. Then there was a gunshot, I was hit in my left shoulder.

Then I woke up. I was very groggy. I pushed out of bed, and walked to Marco’s cabinet to get my clothes (should have realized I was dreaming then!), when I heard a sound in the house.

I walked down the stairs and saw nothing. Then I saw my cat Scotty, he died almost two years ago. I told myself: “I must be dreaming” and fell asleep again.

I woke up sitting in an airplane, a real Casablanca moment, very old rattly airplane. I was sad because of where I was leaving but very excited about my destination. I was rich. Wore a fur stole and had a beautiful hat, wore butterfly glasses that shimmered.

The Interpretation

Your dream reminded me a little of a Tarot reading… for some reason.. Like Past/Present/Future.. but the more I read it.. the more it seems that way however, you decide if this resonates with you.

In Prague (A place you’ve once visited with mom 25 years ago) solving a Mystery a damned good one to boot!  Makes much sense that if 25 years ago you were discovering a whole new city for the first time, this seems to be a reflection of “solving” the mystery of your life.. this whole new life you are experiencing.  This darn good one!! The search inside yourself was and still is a “passionate” one.. this is what I feel.. However somewhere along the line of discovering life.. you were shot down!! In the left .. left usually means unconscious repressed emotions.. I am wondering if 25 years ago.. you were stuck with something that you needed to de-clutter.  (the past)  Being shot down seems looks like your depression  (did you feel victimized at one point and confronted with something?), shattering all this passion and mystery…  thus you woke up in another dream…

..being pushed out of bed!  I hear “Wake Up!! Get up!!  Get up and into your life”
So you did! You rushed.. got dressed.. like we do in life..  however, there is fear .. Walking down the stairs seems to represent going to face “repressed emotions” this whole dream within a dream, as I stated from DreamMoods is a reflection of these repressed emotions.  You face your cat that almost died 2 years ago.. In our discussions you state:   “I was completely stuck then, the physical pain completely overwhelmed me..”

A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.–Maya Angelou

It seems these dreams are a reminder of where you came from.. You are reliving your life through these dreams.. Do you still have any doubts to where you are headed?  Or.. do you think these dreams came to push you further into your passionate life?  You hold the key to this question.

In The end..

You are living the life of your dreams..  The plane, represents a whole new destination and adventure awaiting you.. The plane is old and rattly, yet you do not seem to mind.. You do not seem so afraid anymore.. You are just going with the flow..  but more like.. you are experiencing this now..   Also.. the richness you are seeing, the grandeur, the wealth, the “fancy Elton John Glasses”  all seems to tell you that you are destined for this wealth and richness in your life..

You are sad, because the little girl is saying goodbye to the rocks in the Bright Pink Backpack (no wonder you wrote that story for me.. it’s for you too!!!)  The butterfly glasses are the transformation in your perception! You see things in a whole new way.. Not like 25 years ago.. not like 2 years ago.. you see YOU!!

Sylvia’s Reply

“wow Kim!!! I nodded so often during reading this. Yes, the search is indeed filled with passion and joy, this life is so awesome!!! 25 years ago I was stuck in a life that wasn’t me. I worked in a field I loved to work in (IT) but disliked the pressure and the way the clients treated me.

I really feel the dreams push me to become this awesome woman. Push me past the last shimmer of fear lingering inside me. And then the image of wealth and riches is very powerful to me. I am still working through a lesson I learned as a child related to money. It is so tome to release this and be this fabulous ME!!!!”

Where Worlds Collide – By Monica Wilcox


This week we are talking about Visitation Dreams.  On January 19th I posted a poll asking you to vote if you had any of the following dreams:  Visitation, guides, angels etc.. 35% of you answered you’ve were visited by a deceased loved one.  According to Ryan Hurd, in his article, Visitation dreams: When the Veil between Worlds is Thinthere are common traits in visitation dreams.  I will list these at the bottom of the post for you to read.

Today I feel honored Monica Wilcox shares her experience with us.  She describes in her absolute best writing and style the visit she received after the passing of her mother:

Don’t tell me worlds aren’t clashing every day. Realities are always slamming into one another. Just look at what happens when I close me eyes and slip back to:

My Childhood Home 

Only it’s empty: no furniture, no art work, no organized piles of crap waiting to be dealt with. Just squares of sunlight stretched in long diagonals across the taupe carpet. That’s mighty peculiar since I haven’t been home, in like, forever. Didn’t we sell this house once upon a time?

My mom, with my father behind her, are the only things filling up the empty. She’s all smiles, looking refreshed and younger than I ever knew her. So heaven is the universal spa. Just look what 4 years has done for my mother.

We embrace and I feel her; the way her body used to fit into mine, her unconditional love for me, her individual energy. I’m suddenly all emotional and mystified, “Why are you here? You died,” I stammer.

“I never died, Monica. That’s a mistake,” she assures me.

Can you see it now; how one swirling world collides into another?  One truth crumbling away at another truth as huge chunks of reality become obliterated by the friction. There is the reality where I scattered my mother’s aches across a Wyoming mountainside the day before I plunged into a deep pit of grief.

And Then There is This Reality 

“I never died. I never died. And now I’ve come back.”

I’m so thrilled by this heavenly act of contrition that I start babbling and crying all over her.  My heart shatters into a thousand bits of gratitude. God made a mistake? I was right all along, she wasn’t supposed to die.

“Where have you been?” I ask. I can’t understand where she has been all this time; like a Columbian vacation gone bad. Does she know what it’s done to my father? My father! He must be overjoyed to have her back now. He’s been so lost without her. Now they can go back to the way it was and continue on.

But while she was lounging at the Pearly Gates Spa, everything here, at the house has changed.

“Oh no Mom! We got rid of all your clothes and your jewelry…we’ll have to ask everyone to give everything back. Here…,” I tug her wedding ring off my finger and offer it back to her, “here’s your ring back.” How could we have given away her whole life like that; within weeks of her death? As if there was no chance she would want it back? There is a long list of personal things I’ll never find, like her blue ceramic cookie jar she made in her first ceramics class in the ‘70’s. Does Goodwill have long term storage? I’m inexplicably mortified to have done this to her.

She curls my fingers over the ring, “It’s not mine anymore. I have a new life now. I’m no longer married.” She’s practically glowing, like a woman in the deep depths of a bottomless peace and… knowing.

Good gravy! She’s returned from the dead to divorce my father and build a new single life. Next thing she’ll tell me is she’s bought a cute condo in the big city and a sexy black Beamer. My mother has gone into a full-blown re-life crisis.

Yes, worlds are colliding.  And I’m stuck between them. My mother IS here before me, as fully as she ever was, AND yet…she is not.

“I still have your brass bed and we can get back your antique hutch but your bedroom set and your couches and some of your photos…we just couldn’t keep nineteen albums worth of pictures.”

She puts her hands on my shoulders. She’s got that look of sympathy in her eyes. The last time she looked at me that way I was fifteen and heartbroken with a bad crush. It means there are things she understands that I do not. I hate that look.

“Honey, I’ve moved on to another place.”

“Do you think we can get the school to hire you back? I’m sure they can find a teaching position for you.”

She hugs me again, whispering in my ear, “If you only knew how EASY all of it really is. If only I’d have known I wouldn’t have been so darned stressed out and worried scared.”

That’s easy for her to say. She died and then God realized He’d made a mistake and brought her back and now she’s a retired divorcee moving to some beach in tax free Costa Rica.

I awake, curl up and cry. Why did my subconscious do that to me? Why couldn’t my mind grasp that my mom was communicating to me from another place. I have a thousand questions I wanted to ask but all I could think about was hunting down her damn embroidered pillowcases. It’s like my conscious mind could not get itself around the possibility of another reality.

No. Don’t tell me world’s aren’t colliding. They are colliding every night.

Monica Wilcox is a regular contributor for Care2.comOwningPink.com, and FemCentral.com. Her work has been featured on McSweeney’s.net and in Parent:Wise magazine. When she’s not editing her first novel, she’s blogging about women’s issues, living green and everything woo-woo. She’s been advised to publish a dream journal. Until then you can find more of her nightly drama at Femmetales.com.

Common Traits of Visitation Dreams

Taken from the article by Ryan Hurd, on Oct. 29, 2009

Meanwhile, ordinary people around the world continue to have visitation dreams that greatly affect them.   Some say the dreams actually change their lives forever. According to Kevin Kovelant, a consciousness studies professor at JFK University, visitation dreams often have these features:

  • The dream feels more real than the usual dream: more clarity, focus, and steadiness of mind.
  • A “felt sense” that the person is really them, not just  a memory. “That was grandma – I know it was her.”
  • Very little plot: usually the dream narrative consists of the interaction between the dream ego and the figure of the deceased person.
  • Strong emotions are commonly reported: love, forgiveness, anger, fear.
  • A “physical” touch between the spirit and the dreamer, usually a hug or a reaching out.
  • The deceased dream figure often looks younger and healthier than when they passed on.
  • Sometimes accompanied by the feeling of “weight” or “presence” on the dreamer’s bed.

Dreamworker Robert Moss breaks down visitation dreams into 13 themes. Here’s my favorites from Moss’s interesting book The Dreamer’s Book of the Dead.

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So tell me.  Have you experienced a visitation dream?  Let me know in the comment section below. Also, do you have thoughts on what happened here between Monica and her mom?