Later On — Thursday — July 28th —

Thursday, July 28th, 2016 — 28°C / 82°F in a Thunderstorm @ 3:30 pm in Atlantic Canada —

— Everybody was still sleeping at noon so I went back to bed myself.

— Dream: A haunted house – Somebody told me her house was haunted so I went to check it out. The first floor was fine. Nothing going on there, but signs of people living there, children playing and laughing happily. The second floor was slightly ‘nervous’ like somebody was worried about something. But – looking up to the third floor there were shadows walking across the hallways and showing up in areas that were lighted. Going toward the stairs it became obvious that the lighted outline of somebody was moving around up at the top of the stairs, at the landing. Climbing the stairs, the outline filled in and showed a 17th or 18th century man, dressed like a prosperous gentleman farmer or businessman. He looked angry.

— I began to meditate and project blessings into the house. Several more lighted outlines of people began descending toward me. Other people joined me in meditating and cleared the house.

— I had to go away and came back several months later. The woman who owned the house told me they had a meditation group meeting regularly on the third floor, in a room they had reclaimed from what had been an attic. She also told me that regularly – people who were meditating there finished their meditations and discovered small gifts in their hands, silver or gold pins, a Cloisonné pin of a red drum from the colonial period, ear rings and bits of costume jewelry. I was perplexed and wasn’t sure whether to tell them to accept these gifts or worry that they might come with strings attached.

— Hmmmm? –,

~~~~~ Jim


Thursday, November 13th, 2014.

Cathi was home sick for the second day in a row. I had felt progressively more and more lousy since last night. I had given up sleeping. My muscles were aching and burning, I couldn’t get comfortable.

So I got up around 6:30 am and tried to blog, couldn’t. Didn’t just feel lousy in the physical sense, I had pins and needles in my head and couldn’t concentrate.

About mid afternoon, I tried again, went and laid down, said a couple prayers, tried to relax tension that kept finding new ways to sneak up on me.

But I finally did fall asleep. And had a couple dreams in a short time.

The most vivid sequence: I dreamed I was in a bed and there was a doorway to another room at the foot of that bed and a window in the room beyond the doorway.

I heard something and raised my head to see a black shadow form of a human being. I thought it was a man or a male, by the shape of the shadow’s head, no long hair shadow. Also it looked like a solid shadow, a three dimensional one.

I drifted away from that dream and came back and told the shadow to go away, it wasn’t supposed to be here. And I started waking up, or at least dreaming I was waking up, hovering between states in a place that wasn’t quite ‘here’.

It took a while, but a child’s voice came into focus. At least it sounded like a child’s voice, a boy’s. It sounded young, kind of high pitched, childlike, and it sounded like I was listening to it through a watery filter.

He said, “I was born here- you sound like you have an accent-”

I knew he was waiting for a reply, I told him, “Yes, I was born in the U.S.A. and moved here several years ago.” And I went on to tell him that he shouldn’t stay in this world, if he was stuck he could go to the light.

I told him what the most reliable source on ghostly phenomena that I know told me, I died in a car crash in 1934 and ‘haunted’ Chicago for four years, but I made it and if he tried, he could travel back in time and check that out and see what happened. If I’m back here, he could safely go to the ‘other side’ and come back, I think- pretty much any time he wanted to.

I felt like he was pretty happy about that. And while I was writing this here, I felt like he was reading ‘over my shoulder’ and approved, and was happy that I was telling his story.

Cathi has done more research on geneology stuff than I have, and she knew how to follow the family name of people who lived in this house before we did.

She thinks that two owners ago the guy who lived here was pre-deceased by a son. When I told her about the dream/contact with the young male person she wondered if that was him.

If it was, I hope he is not stuck here, trapped either by fear or some sort of dogma or lack of understanding, or a belief that that’s what happen when people die, you stay here-

I felt pretty darned good after that, like the angelic help I was trying to call on in the background while I was talking to the young person came through, helped the boy and came back to tell me he’d moved on, might be back again, but is not stuck here. Somebody communicated with positive emotion.

That was the best I felt in a couple days.

—Hope I’m not coming down with anything—



Very Wild Night with very strange dreams

Tuesday, 16 September, 2014 –
Moe with his usual haircut.

I fell asleep with my hand on Cathi’s hip and soon drifted into a semi-lucid dream in which I more or less knew I was dreaming and felt like ‘Angels’ were holding my hand, which felt like it was reaching almost straight up into the sky instead of resting on Cathi’s hip.

Then I felt like there were several ‘intelligences’ in the room, I saw shadows moving in the dream room I imagined at this point, and I told Cathi about them, but she was busy dreaming and breathing beside me and couldn’t turn to see what I was talking about.

Orange Cat with a lion cut.
Moe. with his very strange haircut.

For a second, I thought I was following our orange cat, Moe, with his very strange haircut and his tail in the air, -and I felt like I was following him at a height of maybe a foot or eighteen inches above the floor- and I heard what sounded like a young female child say something like, “You are following my ass-” and I woke up enough to feel suspended in a hypnogogic state, tingling inside my body, able to move, aware of the real world around me and also connected to dream states. I knew there were ‘entities’ there, did not feel threatened, but I told them, “We only want positive beings here, we don’t need any negativity, thank you-” and did not feel the entities register any surprise or anger or frustration or delight, or anything.

So I just kind of tingled there and the dog started barking in the other room, like he was quietly barking at something or someone or a bunch of someones. I got up and went the washroom, peeked into the living room, where the dog was- the dog was looking around like whatever he was barking at was still flying around the room. I asked him what he was barking at and he looked surprised that I was there. Then I went to the washroom and when I went back to bed, there was the dog, he’d taken over my spot and looked worried about something. But then he climbed down to the floor and acted worried there.

In the next room, the monitor for the security cams was flipping through its screens, sped up a bit. Like something had changed the speed on me. I said a couple prayers, reached for Michael and other arch angels and felt like I received an assurance that there was no danger, drifted off to sleep, slept for maybe another hour and woke up, needed the washroom again.

When I came back the dog was back in my spot and this time did not want to move. I managed to slide under covers with him in the middle of the bed and while I was drifting off- our 24 pound orange Moe came bounding along, jumped up onto my stomach and both Cathi and the dog moved when I jumped. I managed to keep the dog from kicking the cat off the bed, I managed not to get clawed by either the cat or the dog, and eventually fell back to sleep.

Cathi got up and went to work. I was vaguely aware of that, but when I woke up enough to say so, just before 8 am. the door was shut and the pets were gone.

I had had another dream.

Cathi and I were in my paternal grandparents’ house in Connecticut ( My grandfather died in the seventies and my grandmother died in 1996, at the age of 90 or 91- An uncle sold the house after that and I’ve been back in that house or a dream version of it a couple times since, sometimes worried that the new owners might not want me there- ) One interesting feature of that house was the fact that a driveway went all the way up the eastern side of the house, where there was just enough room for the driveway between the house and the neighbour’s hedge. My grandfather had built a garage up a slight hill about 20 yards behind the house and there was room for cars to either go up the hill to a space large enough for two or more cars in front of the garage and space for two or three cars to pull around in sandy gravel behind the back porch of the house. The ‘hill’ is a flat area about three feet higher than the flat area that the house is on. The bank between the garage area and the house area had been gradually smoothed out so it was maybe a thirty degree incline in front of the garage, where it was a bit steeper farther west, and almost a vertical rise beyond the house, where it rose about the side yard.

Okay, so Cathi and I were in the kitchen, looking out the window, and I saw two cats in a box, and one of them was giving birth to kittens. The kittens were coming out remarkably un-messy and two of them stood up and meowed at me. A third came out and stood up and looked at me. This one was a mixture of white and brown with slight hints of orange- and the brown part on its head made it look like a cow. I thought that was remarkable, and tried to get Cathi’s reaction. Then I woke up and she had gone to work.