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by Roland Comtois

(Article originally published in The Llewellyn Journal.)

As a medium, my heart always trembles when the plight of one's life is the pain that accompanies loss of a loved one. It often causes me to pause and reflect on the sadness. But, I'm always reminded that telling an afterlife story to the one who lives from the one who has passed is not to be evaluated, but simply experienced. If one message comes bringing a moment of peace, then maybe the person sitting before me can begin a process of stepping through their loss.

At an event, I was touched by several individuals hoping to receive messages from their loved ones on the other side.

A father desperately teetered at the junction of grief and living, wanting to hear that his beloved young son remained a part of his world. The father, in his anguish, wore his boy's favorite Red Sox jersey, hoping that this action creates an invisible signal directly to the heart and soul of his departed boy. He sat, anxious and breathless, in great anticipation of every word that was spoken. He silently prayed that a message would arrive and that the pain that has haunted him for two years will begin to ease.

Across the room sat a woman, barely thirty years old, crying uncontrollably, as she embarked on a journey that will undoubtedly cause her to confront her husband's passing once again. This is the burden associated with everyone who mourns. Hidden within her clutch against her chest was a trinket that he gave her on the day they wed. It was a token of his love. If the pink, bejeweled treasure becomes part of the conversation between us, then something in her will awaken. Maybe she will widen her perspective and realize that he is near. She said, as she sat in her husband's red, immaculate and recently polished Ford pick-up truck, "I wonder if he hears me. Will he know that I brought something special?"

As always, spirit began to seep into my sphere of knowing. They all wanted to be heard. Special messages, loved ones' names, and Purple Papers began to find their way to those in attendance.

Right in front of me sat a woman of some age. Her hair glistened with a bit of gray. Her beauty, like her love of those that have passed, is endless. She was taken back at the sound of a name that is spoken by my voice. Within seconds her bright and cheery disposition stilled in disbelief, and she screamed out, "Oh my God, that is my father’s name." The name was very unique, an old family name passed on for generations, and one that is hardly heard in our era. His name and his story reignited the emotional memories of a father who passed many, many, many years before. She admitted to the audience, a room filled with sixty other message seekers, that, "If my father's odd first name is to appear on a Purple Paper or to be announced, then I would have no choice but to venture beyond my skepticism of what exists after we die." She also confided that in her most secret place she wished that she was still her father's little girl, just as she was the day he left.

Another woman exclaimed, from the top of her lungs, "Where is he? Where is my brother?" Her desperation became her mantle; it was all she felt. What she knew and who she was, with her brother, was gone. She searched through the files of her memories, holding on to each for dear life. She was not just his sister; she was his friend. She summoned me to answer her questions. We sat together and talked. She whispered in my ear that she wanted to go back to the old places they had shared together. She spoke of her loss and her willingness to step into his message of hope. She admitted that his vision came to her late during sleepless nights. It was as if he had crossed some bridge from some place simply to hold his sister's hands.

Present in many other chairs were fathers, mothers, grandsons, brothers, and friends, all asking the same questions. Can they hear us? Can they feel us? Do they know we love them? Do they still love us? How can I connect more easily? Even for a seasoned medium, spiritual conversation and communication during grief is challenging. It requires a surrendering to the quietness beyond time, away from the hustle and bustle of life. During the search for a sign or a message, there are certain steps you must follow. Be gentle and loving to yourself as you seek messages from loved ones. Give each moment of your life special consideration and attention. This will afford you the opportunity to see the signs that are sent only to you. Don't be afraid to ask for a sign. But, you must also be fully prepared to engage when a sign is sent. Most people asking for messages and signs become masterful negotiators, asking, "Is that really from you?" When a sign comes, just accept it for what it is: a sign. You asked for it, so experience it.

What I have discovered is that in the most silent, still, quiet space within is where the message from our departed loved ones exist. Signs of spirit are everywhere. A Purple Paper with a pre-written message on it, like you will see in my book Signs of Spirit, or a blue jay sitting on the window ledge or a butterfly soaring by multiple times or a song on the radio or even a dream that takes you to some far-away place, tell the story that our loved ones remain connected to us. The voice of a loved one will first appear in your mind. It slowly transitions to your heart. A feeling of confidence stirs you. The feeling charges every aspect of your current emotion and sparks a beautiful understanding that your loved one is near.

As the father, who bravely sat in the room alone wearing his son's favorite shirt, understood that a communication began the moment he put on his son's shirt. The wife who sat in her husband's newly polished truck, understood that if she could foster the courage to ask him for a sign, then one would come. The daughter whose life was patterned after her little-known father, left her skeptical thoughts behind and looked through a newly colored lens of possibility. And, finally, the sister who lost her only friend, her nighttime dreams became a welcomed experience of love from beyond. The afterlife is a world not beyond, but really within our grasp. The connections that exist between all who we love, start here with us.

Article originally published in The Llewellyn Journal. Copyright Llewellyn Worldwide, 2019. All rights reserved.

My name is Tammy, and I'm writing because I keep having horrific nightmares. They are full of Satanic, evil, demonic-looking beings who keep morphing into different forms. I haven't had a pleasant dream in over 10 years - I just have nightmare after nightmare. I'm wondering what this means, and if perhaps these nasty beings are actually attached to me in some way. I am a dancer in a strip bar, but I'm not a bad person! Someone told me that this could have something to do with past life experiences. What do you think? Is this normal? Are these more than just dreams on some level?

- Tammy

Dreamchaser:

I try to keep my answers general so that a great number of our readers will be able to relate to the subject matter each week. With this question, however, I'm going to have to get more personal, Tammy. While I'm sure there will be other readers who can relate to your situation, this particular answer is just for you.

As I often explain here, not every spiritual being is a beautiful, full-of-love and light angel. Sometimes astral entities are downright ugly and scary. If you view such beings as Satanic and evil, that is YOUR interpretation of their energy - it does not mean that you are accurately interpreting the identities of these beings.

You did get part of it right, Tammy: while these beings are negative or demonic, they are not necessarily demonic in exactly the way you've been thinking.

Your childhood was one of the worst I have psychically viewed in a while. You suffered profoundly at the hands of some horrific people. You don't really talk about your childhood very much. You're happy you got out of it alive and in one piece, for the most part, so you try to tell yourself that it wasn't that bad.

Well Tammy, it was that bad. The reason I know this is because these beings in your dreams are YOUR demons. Every punch, every sexual assault, every verbally abusive word, every emotional trauma has a demon attached to it.

We create our own demons, and these ones are yours. These are the thoughts, feelings, words, etc., that you suppressed, shoved down and never spoke about. They come to you in your dreams because that is the only place they can be aired, for you have completely shut them out of your waking world. Drugs and alcohol tend to have that effect.

If you want healing, and you want the demons to go away, I recommend you purchase and sincerely work through a book entitled Living through the Meantime, by Iyanla Vanzant.

Also, long ago I learned that the word but nullifies everything that comes before it. For example, if someone says to us, I love you but you make me crazy, the only thing we hear on a subconscious level is you make me crazy.

You said, I am a dancer in a strip bar, but I'm not a bad person! You are right - you are not a bad person. What you do for a living does not concern me - but it obviously does concern you.

If you exorcise your demons, your whole life will change. To get going with this process, just start doing the work in the book I recommended for you above.

These are your demons, and you created them, so you can make them go away. Nothing from the dark side is out to get you. You are not a bad person; in fact, you have great potential for goodness, but you must believe in yourself and love yourself enough to change your life for the better.

I wish you healing on ALL levels.

*****

Astrea:

There are lots of old-fashioned ways to get rid of bad dreams. Some people say to turn your shoes in opposite directions and place them under the bed. Some say to put a piece of silver at the foot of your bed, and some say to place rosemary at the head of your bed.

St. Benedict is said to ward off bad dreams, and some Christians believe that hanging a St. Benedict medal over your bed will ward off nightmares. An arrowhead in a glass of water by your bed is an old American recipe for driving away nightmares.

Ten years is a long time to have nightmares every night! While night terrors come and go in many people's lives, this is more than that.

My first suggestion is that you seek some help from a medical doctor, for you need something to help you sleep a DREAMLESS sleep for a while. You need to break the pattern of having a nightmare every night. If you consult with a psychotherapist or any healer about any matter, be sure to mention your nightmares.

Of course you are not a bad person! Dancing in a strip bar is just a job, but spending so much time in a bar is another matter. Bars are full of negative vibrations. People are selling and buying drugs and bodies there, and trying to forget their problems.

The dream creatures you see represent the worst forms of the people who work at and frequent the bar. Can you correlate the people in your waking life to the ones you're dreaming?

You are a sponge and soak all that negativity up because you're more sensitive than other people. That negativity then comes out in your dreams.

This is not something you can turn off and on like a faucet, so perhaps it's time to work in some other kind of place, doing something different for a living. The negativity you've felt in those places has built up over the years, and your subconscious is doing everything it can to tell you it's time to get out of that business.

Of course, that is easier said than done. Dancing in strip bars can be as addictive as drugs for some people. It's very easy to be seduced by the money and even the glamour of this line of work. Some people can work in a bar forever and never take a bit of that bar energy home with them, but you can't. It has become too much for you, Tammy, and you have to get out of there.

Find something else that you really enjoy doing, and get to work on doing that for a living. Is it decorating? Singing? Acting? Accounting? Is it another type of dancing? Is it teaching?

There is something in your heart that you've always wanted to do for a career, and the nightmares are trying to push you in that direction. Decide what you want to do after you end your career as a stripper, and start making plans and taking ACTIONS to make that your reality.

I believe as soon as you're engaged in something new and wonderful, your nightmares will naturally end.