The Dream and The Gift

I came across a book in the old book shop about Herbs and their uses. It was a large book, with pages of rice paper, and calligraphy writing. It had shiny pictures of plants and flowers in color. The book was called "Herbal Grimoire." St. John's Wort, will bring dreams of your lover to be. Put this dried herb in a red mojo bag and sleep with it under your pillow.

There is a shop down by the beach called "The Cauldron." In the window I saw crystals, candles and other curiosities. The door sounded with bells as I entered. Many large jars of herbs sat on the shelves behind the counter. A man wearing a head bandanna looked into my eyes as I asked for the certain ingredient needed. I took the small bag and scurried away.

Visions of my Lover To Be would soon dance in my head. I kissed the bag and placed it according to directions, under my pillow. I soon was in dreamland.

Just before midnight I awoke in my bed in the black of night. The room seemed cold and much larger than it actually was. Something in my bed was not right, there were crumbs of food and bits of bark. My legs were heavy, my nightgown was all tangled around my body. I sat up and looked around, I heard a voice whisper, "she is getting up." In the dark I could barely see shadows of some people sitting at a table having a séance'. When I tried to walk my feet became tangled in clothes on the floor. There was a full length mirror on the front of the bedroom door, the door was ajar and I could look into this mirror and see into the other room. As I passed through this doorway someone held onto the back of my nightgown and it began to slip away. When I looked at the floor I saw there were no clothes tangling my feet, instead there were many small children there, sitting, crawling and grabbing at me. They were dirty, lost, sad and wanting help. I was afraid, but tried to be calm.

I saw other things also. My Mother was there, she told me she was ill and would soon pass on, my cousin who had passed on already was there and said, "tell my mom I loved her". A teenager came up to me and said that he was buried in the forest under the snow. Many other voices joined in, all at once until my head was spinning and buzzing.

That's when I really did wake up, with a jolt, shivering and hot at the same time. My digital clock clicked over to exactly 12:00 midnight. I began to weep.

Many weeks later, my Mother did pass away from an illness. I realized that the others in the dream were souls in need of assistance. My gift was being able to communicate with the dead through dreams. These souls are lost ones, who need to be found in order to move on to the otherside. I knew then what my calling was. I have spoken with the lost souls many times since then. I leave myself open to them whenever they need to come. I am here.