Rita I do have more stories. I used to visit a place called Casadaga Florida. Try googling that town and it will tell you alot about the people that live there. It is a small Hamelet special people that work with the spirit world. .Back about 17 years ago I livie in Florida and made my living in Advertising.. One of the small family businesses there was my account. The asked me if I would fill in onthe weekends because they lost their receptionist. I agreed.
so Sat and sundays I filled in at the counter of their ..in their gift store. I answered their phones made appointments and passed calls thru to the mediums working that day.. . I also worked their cash register in their gift store/. waiting room. I after a few weeks is when working there things started happening to me....the things I wrote about. I mentioned it to the high priestess one Sunday after her service. She told me for some reason the spirits liked me and my third eye was opening. I had to believe it because these things did not stop happening. But when I left Florida and came to NY everything stopped until my Uncle passed away.. He came to me in my sleep just before the doctors called me to let me know he had passed. I was sitting in a hallway jsut out side of door with a glass in the top half .The kind of doors you would find in old homes.(like my grandmothers home. ) I knew it was a legal office of some kind. My uncle cam walking up the hall on my left in his usual gentle but stern stride. ..carrying a manilla folder with papers in it. He didn't even raise his head to look at me .he went into this office and closed the door. I sat there for a while. then the door opened to me and I was asked to come in by a the legal person at the desk. It was a very small room just large enough for a desk and a chair in from of the desk where my uncle was sitting.. My uncle had a big smile on his face ,handed me the manilla folder and left without a word.. thats when the phone rang and woke me up from this dream. And the doctors told me he had passed .
I believe it was my uncle who trusted on one ..was telling me I did a good job. I was the only on in the family he trusted with his possessions.At least I was the last likely to be deceitful as his power of attorney. He knew I would follow his instructions to the "T" no matter what i ad to go thru to do it. He was right . To me he was more like a big brother. and he knew the. He looked out for me when I was growing up.. he taught me to use a paint brush when I was on y 3 years old...today I can paint a d draw..fairely well. he gave me my first bike. it was hih when he was a kid..he cleaned it up ,painted it and gave it to me because my parents had no money to get me one. So nI believe we had a close relationship...more like he was my big brother.. He even helped me with my math home work in school...which I hated, and I made good grades after that. went from a d+ to an A - that was good.
Anyway ...he came to me in my dreams to let me know he was happy,well and I did good taking care of all he had. It meant alot to me.
I have had other dreams that were unexplainable. like that with my family members.
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Rita I do have more stories. I used to visit a place called Casadaga Florida. Try googling that town and it will tell you alot about the people that live there. It is a small Hamelet special people that work with the spirit world. .Back about 17 years ago I livie in Florida and made my living in Advertising.. One of the small family businesses there was my account. The asked me if I would fill in onthe weekends because they lost their receptionist. I agreed.
so Sat and sundays I filled in at the counter of their ..in their gift store. I answered their phones made appointments and passed calls thru to the mediums working that day.. . I also worked their cash register in their gift store/. waiting room. I after a few weeks is when working there things started happening to me....the things I wrote about. I mentioned it to the high priestess one Sunday after her service. She told me for some reason the spirits liked me and my third eye was opening. I had to believe it because these things did not stop happening. But when I left Florida and came to NY everything stopped until my Uncle passed away.. He came to me in my sleep just before the doctors called me to let me know he had passed. I was sitting in a hallway jsut out side of door with a glass in the top half .The kind of doors you would find in old homes.(like my grandmothers home. ) I knew it was a legal office of some kind. My uncle cam walking up the hall on my left in his usual gentle but stern stride. ..carrying a manilla folder with papers in it. He didn't even raise his head to look at me .he went into this office and closed the door. I sat there for a while. then the door opened to me and I was asked to come in by a the legal person at the desk. It was a very small room just large enough for a desk and a chair in from of the desk where my uncle was sitting.. My uncle had a big smile on his face ,handed me the manilla folder and left without a word.. thats when the phone rang and woke me up from this dream. And the doctors told me he had passed .
I believe it was my uncle who trusted on one ..was telling me I did a good job. I was the only on in the family he trusted with his possessions.At least I was the last likely to be deceitful as his power of attorney. He knew I would follow his instructions to the "T" no matter what i ad to go thru to do it. He was right . To me he was more like a big brother. and he knew the. He looked out for me when I was growing up.. he taught me to use a paint brush when I was on y 3 years old...today I can paint a d draw..fairely well. he gave me my first bike. it was hih when he was a kid..he cleaned it up ,painted it and gave it to me because my parents had no money to get me one. So nI believe we had a close relationship...more like he was my big brother.. He even helped me with my math home work in school...which I hated, and I made good grades after that. went from a d+ to an A - that was good.
Anyway ...he came to me in my dreams to let me know he was happy,well and I did good taking care of all he had. It meant alot to me.
I have had other dreams that were unexplainable. like that with my family members.