Category: Precognitive Dreams

The world we live in is turned upside down, a time of sheltering in, masking, cleansing and caring for ourselves, our environment and our neighbors. We have learned that it is not given, that our leaders will care for us, and in many cases are putting lives at risk. We must be alert to how this is impacting our communities and what needs to happen to make sure we make it through these rough waters as swiftly as we can. We are in uncharted waters in large respect. This is why paying attention to our dreams, and getting the messages, is so crucial to our times.

I have had several dreams alerting me to the upcoming crisis over the past year, one spoke of the storm of the ages, affecting the whole world.

Epic Storm of the Era April 1, 2019

My dreams from that night were tumultuous and showed a massive dark storm on the horizon, which was affecting the entire world. An epic storm of the era, with a massive dark storm front. As the storm cleared, I saw whales swimming in the air, there was so much water there. It was magnificent to see these gentle giants flying through the air. The Whales appeared twice in the dream, and once near the end. The second time they were swimming through the sky, feeding on all the fish in the atmosphere. Then I saw large herds of deer and horses, coming down the mountain trying to find safe ground, the first storm was averted, and they were there in a kind of frantic relief, and then went off again searching for higher ground, before the next coming storm would hit. The end of the dream, I went into a nearby shop and there were 5 women with light green masks standing in front of a large picture window. I asked them why they wore the masks, they said to bring in the protective energies of mermaid and muse, to avert the storm. I thanked them for their protection. 

Synchronicity alert  – April 3, 2020 a year after the dream, today a friend surprised me by dropping off 5 green masks at my home.

 

Then on President’s Day this dream came – Lineage of Ulysses 2/17/20

I am in an old home, an estate or mansion, on a large piece of property. The man who manages it was the estate holder, an older man, who is eccentric and very psychic as well. He reminds me of an artist I know in the present.  He is a personality who operates on many levels of awareness, and in many times. I am both fascinated and afraid of him.  He is opening doors to the mansion, which have been hidden, and telling the stories of our lineage. 

I find myself now in the dream, as a young girl, with her younger brother, we are between 7 and 9.  We are walking down a path, past an ancient grove of trees, heading toward a graveyard. There are Union Soldiers accompanying us. We are told that the two of us are actually part of another lineage. I was told we are connected to the lineage of Ulysses. This estate belonged to him. 

Here there are doors opening to rooms to where the children played. I am shown into the nursery, and when I enter, “I say it smells like breast milk in here.” I notice the presence of a spirit of a Grandmother in this space. She was kept in here with the children, and went a bit crazy. I walk around and see a young girl covered in a blanket, who has been sleeping there. She has longer blondish brown hair, cuddled up in a grey blanket shivering in her sleep. She was being haunted by the spirits in this place. I felt bad she had to sleep there. I could feel so many spirits there. I picked up another blanket to wrap around her, and realized even the blanket was haunted. Haunted by the spirits of confederate soldiers. She woke up shortly after, and I took her out of this place. 

While I was there in the haunted nursery, I was shown a phone system for taking messages. It was going to be my job to take messages and save them and send them to the estate holder. The phone began to ring, and messages began to come in, and I began to realize how big of a responsibility it was to manage the many phone messages and make sure they got to him. I told the person giving me the phone and the responsibility, I did not want to do it. Note – The phone system appeared as a telegraph, while I held a silver flip cell phone in my hand. Like two times and places overlapping. The calls coming in were from departed spirits. It was my job to receive the calls through the switchboard, and then transfer them to the estate holder by calling on my cell phone, to leave a message on his voicemail.  

I go back to speak with the estate holder. He is controlling and a bit mad, as in crazy. His energy is frantic and stressed at the work he must complete, and the burden of being a lineage holder. Taking on the messages that come in. I am afraid to tell him I cannot take messages for him from the spirit realms coming into his cell phone. There are too many to manage. He is upset because he says he doesn’t have time for this. He is in the process of creating something, a painting maybe or working on it in his imagination. I see a big white canvas or screen that he is focusing on, it seems to have something to do with technology, like a screen. 

Reality Check – So many people died during the Civil War that people were desperate to connect with loved ones, which gave rise to the Spiritualist Movement, a progressive spiritual and social movement that was primarily comprised of the abolitionist, and women’s suffrage movements. A similar movement is now going on, in terms of Social Change and Spiritual not Religious, while the Religious Right seeks to destroy Civil Rights and Women’s Rights.  This was before knowledge of the current pandemic, which gives a deeper understanding of the departed spirits wanting to get a message across, it was a warning about how many may die, like in the Civil War. In my actual lineage research, I found that Ulysses S. Grant and his wife were very much in tuned with dreams as a glimpse of coming events, and also in communication with departed spirits. 

The overlay of technology and time in my dream, gives me the sense that this is something playing out in the present, that has happened in the past. 

I was not able to locate any ancestral lineage connected with Ulysses S. Grant, but when I had lunch with a friend shortly after this dream, and mentioned doing research into the Civil War, synchronicity showed up when she offered she was related to Ulysses S. Grant.

I did find however, I am related to Abraham Lincoln, who dreamed his own death.  Grant’s wife, Julia Dent was a also a prophetic dreamer and intuitive psychic. She alerted her husband, they would decline the invitation to accompany Abraham Lincoln and his wife to the theater that night. (Burch, p. 21)

I have had several follow up dreams re-entering this dream, to enter the body of the girl sleeping in the nursery, haunted by spirits surrounded by death, and grief.  In doing so I was able to track the traumas passed on through generations in dealing with the tremendous losses of the war. Generational healing and soul recovery along the mother line. Healing the sadness, grief, and depression that has been passed down through the generations, eventually breaking through to a place of freedom and thriving. At end of the dream, the presence of Mark Twain was seen hovering overhead.

Historically, he played a role in the life of Ulysses near his end. He helped him publish his memoirs, and his recovery from financial ruin after a stock market crash. It was a synchronicity which alerted Twain in a conversation he overheard that the President, was writing his memoirs for another publisher, who was being greedy. Twain stepped in to remedy the matter forming an alliance with the President to help him finish his memoirs before he died, and then publishing and promoting to the public, becoming a huge seller (Moss p. 198).

These signposts of synchronicity to tell us we are on the right track, and dreams from history being mirrored in important ways currently, can offer timely messages put forth into our lives and our world.

 

Sources

Burch, Wanda Easter; “The Home Voices Speak Louder than the Drums” McFarland & Company, 2017.

Moss, Robert; “The Secret History of Dreaming” New Word Library, 2009.

 

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