LillaThe Difference between a Dream and a Visitation
November 13th 2006 07:10
Recently whilst listening to John Edwards talk at his show in Brisbane, he took questions from the audience and spoke at length in response to this question...
He spoke about the night that he had a dream of his deceased mother where he was sitting in the local delicatessen in New York. In the ‘dream’ they had lunch and then his mother started talking about her coat and asking him why he hadn't picked it up. His grandmother was there and there was a lot of other normal everyday dream stuff going on too - sandwiches and food, colours, smells and sounds ...
After he awoke he had to go 'downtown' the next day to that same delicatessen and whilst there, decided to drop of some dry cleaning. The woman at the dry cleaners was really happy to see him, dissapearing out the back, eventually emerging with one of his mother's coats, which she had been holding, wondering why no one had come to pick it up... John’s mother had uncharacteristically paid for it in advance, something she had never done before...
That's one of the big differences. Usually within days of a visitation something 'amazing' transpires, or you hear of an accident you avoided because you did this, or that instead. Visitations are often to guide us or warn us about things.
The moral is that you never forgot 'that dream' and it retains the ‘real feel,’ whereas others that seemed 'so real' at the time, have faded with time. It is the ones that retain their clarity - in all their details - that are more often visitations. This includes those 'dreams' that remain with you where angels visit as well...
Here's how LLewelyn puts it;
Now you know that those really vivid ones that stay fresh in your mind... were real and not dreams at all... you really did have afternoon tea with Aunt Dahlia…
He spoke about the night that he had a dream of his deceased mother where he was sitting in the local delicatessen in New York. In the ‘dream’ they had lunch and then his mother started talking about her coat and asking him why he hadn't picked it up. His grandmother was there and there was a lot of other normal everyday dream stuff going on too - sandwiches and food, colours, smells and sounds ...
After he awoke he had to go 'downtown' the next day to that same delicatessen and whilst there, decided to drop of some dry cleaning. The woman at the dry cleaners was really happy to see him, dissapearing out the back, eventually emerging with one of his mother's coats, which she had been holding, wondering why no one had come to pick it up... John’s mother had uncharacteristically paid for it in advance, something she had never done before...
That's one of the big differences. Usually within days of a visitation something 'amazing' transpires, or you hear of an accident you avoided because you did this, or that instead. Visitations are often to guide us or warn us about things.
The moral is that you never forgot 'that dream' and it retains the ‘real feel,’ whereas others that seemed 'so real' at the time, have faded with time. It is the ones that retain their clarity - in all their details - that are more often visitations. This includes those 'dreams' that remain with you where angels visit as well...
Here's how LLewelyn puts it;
A dream is something you’ll remember when you first wake up. It fades over a few hours and eventually you’ll have little or no memory of it. A visitation is an actual visit from the soul or spirit of someone. It seems like a dream, but you will remember it vividly. It stays with you all day, or sometimes for weeks and months afterwards...maybe even forever. During holidays and around anniversaries and birthdays, loved ones seem to make more visitations. It’s as if they want to share these special days with you. If you have lost someone dear, know that you can still connect with them. Ask them to come to you in a dream. Many times, deceased family and friends come to us when we’re involved in a major crisis to offer support and guidance.
Now you know that those really vivid ones that stay fresh in your mind... were real and not dreams at all... you really did have afternoon tea with Aunt Dahlia…
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Comment by Wendi
I've read in dream books that each person we dream of is a mere reflection of ourselves - that we're to look at the positive and negative attributes of the person as reflections of ourselves. Dreaming of my grandma might just mean I'm displaying or need to be displaying some of the tendencies I recognized most in her. Anima/Animas.
Love the story about the coat.
My son's father passed away when my son was two years old. When he died, his parents had discussed donating his eyes. I didn't tell my son this - he was much too young. I remember how bad it bothered me, though, especially at the viewing. Someone told me they had to "stuff" the eye sockets to make them full for the viewing. Years and years later, my son came to me with a dream he'd had. He was crying and said his father came to visit, but that there was something wrong with his eyes... they were like glowing diamonds, not like regular eyes. That's when I told him I believed his father's eyes had been donated. My son's grandparents, upon being confronted by my son, said the donation of the eyes never took place due to possible consequence from a condition their son had while alive. I'm not sure why they never told me they'd opted out of the donation and let me think for so many years it had taken place.
I do believe I've experienced dream visits, and at other times I've dreamed of the deceased, but it wasn't a visit. The only way I can personally tell the difference is that in dreams that are NOT visitations, something always seems out of character - the hair is parted to the other side, the manner of dress is out of character, or something is said that makes me pause and go, "Wait a minute... so and so wouldn't have done that." A lot of it is intuition as well - it's a gut feeling in the core of you that lets you know whether you're being visited, having a memory, or needing to look at the symbology rather than the "people" in the dream.
Great topic!
W
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Thanks so much for sharing that story about your son's father... it gave me goose bumps and made me cry...again, I am reminded of how many lies are told about families and why John's work is so very difficult...sometimes..
really loved this comment...
...certainly a 'classic' visitation...
Lilla...
Comment by Wendi
We visited a home known for its most bizzare occupant referred to as "Crazy Lucy". Our host read from a book the story of the woman with the reputation for being insane and I took lots of pictures of the house, almost all of which showed abundant orbs. I also fell prey to a "prank" at that house that was uncharacteristic for any of our group, so I joked that "Crazy Lucy" did it! While listening to the story of crazy Lucy and before the "prank", a small piece of wood was thrown at me, but no one in our group had thrown it - they were all circled listening to the story. I kept that piece of wood.
Later that night, I dreamed of the woman in full detail - clothing, personal quarks, and I understood her in a way that made me feel she wasn't crazy at all -- just a creative soul ahead of her time. I'm going to do some research and do an article on the home's history, occupants, and on "Crazy Lucy", but for the moment, all I have is one short story in a book and a whole lot of "vibrating" questions and curiousities.
Could it be that I experienced an actual visit from Crazy Lucy who wanted to tell her story, or was my mind simply over-loaded with haunted jargon and spewing out a colorful dream?
Wendi
(P.S. - not looking for an authoritive, fact-based answer, but just an opinion *smiles*)
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...yes, quite right, just an opinion... Yes, with out reserve… many multiverses here and most certainly a visitation. I think Lucy wants her story told.
Explanation: It is my understanding that sometimes people die unexpectedly and that they have unfinished business... or more sinister even still [and what keeps many souls here] is that there was some foul play involved in their death and they want to reveal that... especially if there was a strong tie here to someone on the earth plane that would drive her to hang about… you know it can be something really simple like John Edwards' mother's coat that wasn't picked up from the dry cleaners to something like Patrick Swayze's role in the movie Ghost... I think that was pretty accurate.
(My “feelings” on Lucy as she comes through your words….Something or someone drove her to maddness whilst she was alive… a jealous husband or mistress… ?)…the clue is in the wood too... something happened in the woods...???
But the simple explanation doesn't answer the facts in my mind either... because if what John Edwards is preaching is true, then Lucy’s relatives should be there and take her further - you don't hang around... so I've decided there must be a level in-between. I've read dozens of accounts of those people who were 'shot' out of their bodies so unexpectedly... probably like Steve Irwin was ... and don't even know it… it must make it hard for loved one’s to find them greet/find them... when they are inbetween “worlds”.. (Perhaps some form of "purgatory-type-no-place" phase…?)
This makes sense to me because it explains the channelling work you and I do whilst still in the body, like astral projection and the like to help these souls... Like Whoopi Goldberg's role as the medium in the same movie.
I have come to understand that the drug addicted and alcohol abused souls hang around pubs and other such places inhaling the fumes and entering the minds of those on drugs... it would explain the triplicity of addiction wouldn't it... psychological, Mystical and physiological... multiverses as I said … many, many inter-dinmensional multi-verses… that’s my personal opinion… for what it’s worth… many have called me a Crazy Lucy *lol* but I haven’t started throwing wood at anyone yet …
Have an inspired day my friend,
Lilla…
Comment by Wendi
The short story I have of her is that her father built her this house and that her husband, a man by the last name of Paradise, lived in that house with her but eventually divorced her for reasons not disclosed in this short story introduction.
One of her favorite things to do was to take baths, another thing she and I would have in common, and that's reportedly one of the biggest haunt stories of her house in modern times -- that anyone living there would hear the bath being drawn several times in a day.
I do not believe, and this is just a hunch, that Lucy would have had family she felt she could communicate her story to - those around her all seemed to hold the opinion that she was a few cards short of a full deck. If I'm not mistaken, she died in the institution - so it may be as absolutely simple as her wanting (or needing) someone to understand her eccentricities as something other than "crazy". If I were her, I'd be right pissed that the story was still being told hundreds of years after my death if it were a story as unbecoming as that being told about "Crazy Lucy".
I dreamed last night as well - a "confusion" of Revolutionary soldiers and Civil War soldiers - somehow, they met up on the same plane and were confused by each other's presence. That doesn't surprise me too much since the whole area of Williamsburg was very much on the forefront of both wars. I'm hoping the dreams play themselves out for a while and that I can capture them in writing before they escape my memory. And, of course, research - I'll be doing a TON of that between travels to try to answer some of the many questions brought about from this last metaphysical trip.
My daughter also had "awakenings" on this trip. She'll be 13 in January, so I knew the time was approaching that she'd begin to see the world in a different light. She had many personal experiences on this trip, and a few new ones even today while running errands - visions and voices.
Thank you much for your opinion. I do appreciate your time and energy and that I don't have to feel as crazy as Crazy Lucy for admitting I believe there's a connection.
Oh, and just to clarify, I do not feel as though Lucy and I are connected in the way of reincarnation - I don't think I was her or that I was related to her in any way -- just that I happened to be the most receptive antenna in the vicinity at the time - and that due to some of my own eccentric ways, I could relate to what she was trying to tell me.
Thanks again - discussions with you are always a pleasure.
W
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This is a fascinating story and research you have begun... I would love updates as you find them and I'm sure Lucy would too for those also interested... and also reading this post. Again my strong feelings as above on her having been driven crazy... running a bath is interesting... did she feel soiled...? is that what happened in the woods and was concealled through the use of herbs that kept her of balance... enough to be institutionalised....? All strong feelings and pictures from my guides coming to me as I focus on you and your words....about Lucy...
*intriguing*
Good luck with your research...
Lilla...
Comment by Wendi
What doesn't seem accurate to me, or unsettling, is that she rubbed elbows with the greats of this country - and even fancied marrying Thomas Jefferson! She was friends with John and Abigail Adams, Benjamin Franklin, George Washington, and, of course, Mr. Jefferson. She was from an extremely prominant family and until her being committed in the US, there were no reports of her being "crazy" from family. Eccentric, yes - but not crazy. My guess is she offended the wrong man - a reporter who offended her that she poured hot tea on. Depending on what he'd said to offend, I may have done the same thing. *LOL*
I did post last night in my blog about what I've found so far, including the orb-filled photo, but finding information on Mrs. Lucy Ludwell-Paradise is not easy. I can't even seem to find where she was buried.
I'm inclined to think she was hospitalized as a means of keeping her quiet, but by whom, I'm not sure. There are no records that I've found as of yet indicating who put her in the hospital or why. She was around 62 when she died in 1814, but no cause of death is listed - only that she died in the hospital.
It wasn't the death of her husband that drove her over the edge because it was after his death she returned to the States from London and fancied marrying Mr. Jefferson. I have found records of letter correspondence between her and the would-be President, but nothing indicating a romance. I can see letters were written, and the dates they were written, but cannot find copies of the letters themselves.
There is one book available on John Paradise and Lucy Ludwell-Paradise, published in 1942. I intend on ordering a copy.
The wood feels more to me like a representation of something she used to carry with her - and wave around. In my dream, she was shaking a stick of some kind at me (a wand or a walking stick) insisting she wasn't crazy, so I wonder if that's what the wood represents. I'm not sure yet. Hopefully, the book will provide enlightenment. However, I'm not ruling out your theory of something taking place in the woods.
Thank you again for the interest and support on this subject. It's been an interesting journey!
W
Comment by Wendi
We were in a park together, but he was laying on top of a campfire - literally in the flames. The fire didn't hurt him in any way and he said he found it soothing. He left the flames momentarily to come nuzzle and love on me, but when I called him to go home, he said he couldn't go and went to lay back down on his bed of fire.
No doubt it was an actual visitation, but I'm stumped over the fire - unless he was demonstrating transformation - either his own, or one I'm experiencing myself.
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Will visit your site today hopefully.. much apologies I've been remiss... so busy trying to keep my own site going inbetween some pretty, rare and once-in-a-life-time opportunities and activities here at my place...
Did Phoaroh die of the cold...? If not, then perhaps your transformation. In a dream fire represents passion and desire in the positive sense, but frustration, anger and resentment - even destruction - in its more negative connotations {perhaps not finding the information you're looking for -with Lucy - bought phoaroh to your side to comfort you... visitation and dream, perhaps?
If you were aware of the heat from the fire, it suggests that you are aware of someone elses strong feelings... perhaps again, Lucy's?
Hmmm, you are at a remarkable time...indeed.
Talk again soon...
Lilla...
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In the end, I treated him with every holistic tool at my resource - color therapy, music, candles, vegetarian home cooked meals. I told him to tell me when he was ready to go, but I really was hoping he'd die a natural death at home. Instead, he woke me the morning of December 13th. He was no longer able to stand or walk, and I'd interfered (with good intent) with his previous attempts to die outside in the snow. I couldn't handle watching him shiver, so we made a home-made gourney to carry him in and out. The morning of the 13th, though, he communicated his need to me and we drove him to the vet to have him put down. He's currently burried in our back yard.
We marked his grave with a branch from a dead willow tree, and to my amazement, the tree began to grow.
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What a great post! Great site!
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