This month marks the 11th anniversary of my mother’s passing, and I find myself thinking about her a lot. It seems to be a summer of remembering: last month I was reminded of my father’s birthday on the Fourth of July , and now I’m thinking of my other parent. She, more than anyone, had a tremendous influence on me that continues to this day. My mother was a psychic from a long line of gifted seers, and she taught me how to use my own psychic gift as well.
Dreams always played an important part in my mother’s life, and in my own. I remember that two years before she died I had a dream in which she took a sudden leap over a river, to the west bank. I knew when I awakened that my mother’s death, when it came, would be sudden and, in fact, it was. I also felt that because my mother and I were so close, that this dream was a way to emotionally prepare myself for what was coming. That was the beginning of many similar prophetic dreams. Six weeks before her passing, I dreamed that she lay on her right side, like a reclining Buddha, and announced to me, ‘”The process has begun.” Several weeks before she died, my mother told me of her own dream in which my father (already deceased) appeared before her and showed her a doorway. He said that he would help her through it, thereby fulfilling a promise he had made several decades earlier that he “would come back for her when the time came.”
Though it’s been eleven years, to this day my mother remains a guiding force in my life. I think it’s true that our loved ones stay alive in some way for as long as we carry the memory of them. As my mother still appears to me in my dreams, I also like to think that while her spirit is evolving into higher realms the link is never broken.