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When Dreams Come True: Dreaming Of Death. Part I

When Dreams Come True: Dreaming Of Death.

Part I

        I have had many instances when the dreams I have had at night play out in my daily life. Often this is referred to as the ongoing phenomenon Déjà vu, or as you are experiencing it Déjà vécu. This is nothing to fear, and is just one of the many great experiences of the dynamic mind.

I have had many instances when I am in a moment, and experience Déjà vu. However I have also had days when I learn of someone’s death, and it takes place.  That is what I will be discussing today, but first I must take a moment to say that I have not recently dreamt of the death of individuals. (For that I am extremely happy, as I consider most of the death dreams I have had to be night terrors. I attribute this reduced amount of death dreams to meditation, centering myself, and focusing on happiness.) I will in III parts tell you my most prominent memories of death dreams/night terrors. Parts II, and III will also have extended info on my dreams of helping those individuals to move on. These stories will be told in chronological order.

This first experience I am choosing to write about took place while I was in 7th grade. From about 3rd grade until this point I had been having horrific, and incredibly graphic dreams of people being killed, or myself as someone else being murdered/dying. This was particularly interesting because I was not allowed to watch anything remotely violent, or strange as a child, but here I was 3am letting out blood curdling screams. My parents had always mounted it up to me having a vivid imagination, and at this point no one knew what I was experiencing. Now I was about 13 year old, and if I had a bad dream I had to deal with it on my own.

The dream starts with me hovering over a bed looking down at a man who is in the bed, and a woman who is on the bed side. They are both older, and the man in extremely ill. Now for some reason I just knew with my heart and soul this was my Dads friend who we will call Charlie. *I had never met Charlie before, and had only heard my father mention him as a co-worker at the library he worked. * As I hovered above him I could feel the excorticating pain, and level of exhaustion I had never experienced coming from Charlie. I watched as Charlie’s wife cried as he moved on. A sensation of peace came over me, but that peace quickly turned to panic. I jolted awake, and could barely breathe. I made it to the living room where my Mom was watching the morning news and said “Mom, I don’t know how I know this, but Charlie is dead.” I was completely hysterical. My Mom at this point was not a believer, and began to scold me for speaking ill of someone like that. She sent me on my way for school. That day at school I decided to stay after, and told my then boyfriend and best friend about my dream. As we waited to the after school bus I got a phone call from my Mother. (I was totally expecting her to accuse me of not telling her I was staying after.) I instead got the shock of my life! I picked up, and she said to me “Terri, I just got off the phone with your Father. Charlie died last night.” I instantly broke in to tears. She kept repeating “I am so sorry I doubted you, you were right!” *It turns out Charlie had been battling cancer, and had kept it under wraps from his co-workers/friends.*

My Mom has never doubted me from that day onward, and when I arrived home from school that day I told her all the experiences I had gone through silently. She is still to this day the first person I go to when something happened, or is going to happen.

  See you soon for Part II. I must say writing part II will be extremely taxing on me, because it was a devastating experience for me. This will be a huge relief to tell this story.

Terr Cacilia! 

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Working On A New Post.

Aiming to post this new piece tomorrow night!

I had it about 50% done, and somehow it got deleted the other day!

"When Dreams Come True: Dreaming Of Death!"

Part I.

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Do you think your powers are a gift or a curse? Do you ever get headaches from using them too much, if so, how do you deal with them? How did you figure out exactly what you were? I'm struggling with all these questions and more, especially since I had an awakening a few months ago.

-If by powers you mean my abilities I wouldn’t consider them a blessing or a curse. They are a normal element of my life, and we all hold these abilities. Some people are aware of them, and others are not. –I used to get headaches frequently, but now they are cut down exceptionally. (Because of meditation!) -I recommend meditation to EEVERYONE not just those who feel they have abilities. Being OPEN is extremely dangerous, and with meditation you will train yourself to close yourself off. This is not a bad thing, and is in fact the best thing you can do for yourself.  I will do a post on closings if you would like! 

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Wishing you well on your journeys <3

The same for you darlng! 

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The Beginning.

The Beginning.

         I had the first experience that I can remember clearly at the age of 3 or 4 years old. I was at my Grandparents house (where I live now.) playing down the hall from where my Mother and Grandmother were sitting in the kitchen chatting. I had been playing in my Aunts Cats old bed room that also acted as my bedroom frequently when I would sleep over my Grandparents.

*My Aunt Cat was killed at the age of 18 after being in a car accident during a snow storm coming home from her first job. Even to this day I cannot sleep soundly in that room, and I am not the only one. *

As I was playing I remember a large glowing white orb coming from the ceiling, and breaking up into a million little white orbs that whips around creating a beautiful young woman. It was my Aunt Cat. She spoke to me, and told me she was going to be my friend, she then asked me to take her to my family, and to make it a grand entrance! So I made my way to the kitchen with my new friend, and said in the biggest voice my little body could produce “Here she is!” with my arms spread wide!  

         I can remember my Grandmother, and Mom just looking at me.  I couldn’t understand I had my Aunt with me, right here, looking directly at them! (They of course saw nothing, and I of course didn’t understand.) In a panic my Aunt Cat told me to make up what she looked like, and tell them that. She said that it could be anything I wanted, so I made her blue with green hair! I also named her “Dear”, but that was because she was always saying to me “Come here Dear” and “Listen Dear”.

She stayed a constant companion when at my Grandparents house. I would have my Mom help call my Grandparents house to check up on her throughout the day. My Grandmother always played along, and I am forever grateful for that.

  That was when I knew there was something different about me. I quite literally saw dead people, or could sense people loved ones around them. I would constantly ask my Grandpa about what he thought my Aunt Cat looked like now, and he would tell me the honest truth “Decomposing, she is dead. Nails grown out to here, and hair a mess.” I wanted to tell him he was wrong. She was right here, and beautiful!

I used to love to watch my teachers in school, or people in the pews at church, or in restaurants to see if I could sense or see their loved ones. Eventually by my time mid-way through elementary school I began having exceptionally horrifying night terrors. (Night terrors will come up frequently in my stories, and they plague me to this very day.) When I was young I didn’t understand I was taking people through their deaths, and helping them move on. Now I understand I was being used as a gate from one side to the other. On many occasions I was seeing death before, or as it happened. Sleep is in fact the best meditation, and we all hold abilities that may be revealed during sleep.

“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, and dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.”

 -Edgar Allen Poe

  Next Post: When Dreams Come True; Dreaming of Death. 

Until next time this has been Terr Cacilia. Feel free to get in contact with me with questions, and suggestions on future write ups.