I will also add here that earlier in the week I was speaking to someone who lost her dad in the spring. She asked if I had a dream yet, and I said no, but I wished out loud that I would. I said to her that my mom was probably off having fun somewhere but that I would very much like a dream, just a small one.

So, perhaps there is some truth to the success of speaking out loud -- letting them know that you are open to and ready for this type of contact. This is the type of contact I prefer at this time, as it gives the actual feeling of presence of the loved one, which can be comforting.

Thank you.

seagull

Last night I experienced what seemed to be a waking visitation. This was an unusual experience and lasted only a few minutes, as I remember it. It is hard to describe such a thing but I was just sitting comfortably and feeling relaxed, and unusually tired from suffering from allergies all week.

I felt a very positive presence that seemed to sort of glow inside of me. It wasn't outside of me, and I could feel a kind of communication from it that I identified as my late mom, but also felt the energy of her sister who died a little over a month ago. They were very very close.

This combined energy presence -- how do you describe such a thing -- was very comforting and actually seemed to be speaking to me in my mind, without a lot of words involved. The words involved were more like my mind responding to clarify the message as it was being experienced.

This was a very loving interlude. I have never experienced anything quite like it, brief as it was.

I have been talking to one of my mom's two closest friends this morning. I don't know her well, having lived so far away, and still do. However, we spoke lovingly of mom when I ran into her, and I asked mom's friend if she had any dreams. To my astonishment, she has had numerous dreams of a very realistic nature, and has also felt her presence on numerous occasions, and actually hears her voice. Mom is a presence in her life, to this day. She had no one else to tell these things to who could understand or really believe her. I believed her. She even smelled her perfume once. She honors mom's memory in various ways-- in real, physical ways. It is so important that we all encourage each other, and believe each other. You never know when you will be the only person in someone's life who can truly understand these kinds of experiences.

Although vivid dreams of mom have diminished over time, or so it seems, there are other ways that she comes through now. For instance, a few days ago I was drowsy and her presence came through first thing while waking up in the morning. It was amusing because she was showing me a beautiful dress she was wearing, and it followed some of the styling of today's dresses and patterns. It was actually a gorgeous dress which had many details --  it was flowing, colorful and intricate. I think she came through just to show me, to share with me something to show me that she knew what kinds of items I had been viewing the last few weeks and months, and that she knows that my style is changing too.

But, what is most outstanding to me now is how she comes through in my own voice and body. This is something that has to be experienced. It is hard to describe. But, you see, this was not my birth mother. This was the mother who raised me, for the most part. I could put it down to genetic material being passed down, or something like that, except that is not applicable here. All I can say is that I have felt 'her' in a kind of overlay on occasion. To the point of hearing her voice speaking through me. I speak right back to her.

I don't mind. It shows me how entwined we are with those who are close to us, for better or worse. In this case, my mom was not a superhero, was not a saint, was not many things, but she was more than special to me. Perhaps I am very lucky to still have a friend in her, and to still feel her so close to me.

Thanks for listening.