The Thinning Veil Between Worlds

Well, today is my 51st birthday! Happy birthday to me. The dream this morning affected me deeply. I made a conscious intention to speak with my spirit guides as I fell asleep. Last night was the most calm, peaceful and quiet night's sleep I have had in many months. The night was set for some important dreaming.


I called out to my sprit guides for consultation. My grandfather Ralph was the first to show up. I loved my grandfather. He told me privately, when he was alive, that I was his favourite grandchild. We again expressed our love for each other. I asked about my mother and grandmother. Grandpa said that they have long ascended to a higher level and have become like angels. Grandpa said he was not as advanced spiritually as they were. He was very much a lover of life and the material world when he was alive. Grandpa always had a perpetual smile and was a cheerful man. I miss him! It was so good to talk with him. My spiritual guides are a team working on my behalf from the other side. I sense that there are more, but some of them are reticent about revealing themselves at this time.

Another man came forward, noble and distinguished, and introduced himself. He was a Native American man of the Iroquois tribe. He was wearing buckskins and had a blanket over his right shoulder. His head was shaved except for a shock of hair at the back of his head with feathers in it. I see paint or are those that tattoos on his face? Yes, I think they are tattoos. He tells me his name is Onatah. The meaning is "of the earth". I think he is from the 1600's. He was my mentor in a previous life. Another man that I loved dearly. I was overcome with emotion from seeing him again. Online research indicates it was a popular name to give to girls in the 1880's. This Onatah predates that fad by a lot of years. My dream moved on but I found myself calling out to him over and over. Perhaps this is why some of my guides are reluctant to show themselves? Our previous histories together might overwhelm me and they want to spare me from the confusing emotional impact these reunions might cause for me.

Next, I see Mother Mary! Seeing the mother of Jesus was an unexpected surprise. When I was in Spain, my girl, Haki and I went into a Catholic Church and prayed on our knees before a Shrine of the Blessed Mother. Haki, prayed for us and for a baby girl. Mary told me this prayer will be answered in time and that people and angels on the other side are actively working on our behalf. It seems I keep getting in the way somehow of their endeavours to help me. Mother Mary reminded me of the times that I had used a service to have handwritten requests to God put in the temple wall in Jerusalem. These were prayers for a wife and family. I had almost forgotten I had actually done this so many years ago.


I woke up with a very serene feeling. It is now All-Hallows-Eve, Sahain or Halloween, as it is most commonly known today, and traditionally this is the time when the veil between the worlds is at it's thinnest the entire year. It was good to have an opportunity to speak with the other side. I was needing this. I know a lot of people will think this is all wish fulfilment and total imaginative non-sense, but today, I accept with it an open mind and heart. I take it at face value and I do not give a damn what anyone might say about my reasoning or my sanity.

For many years the APA, the American Psychological Association, rejected past life therapy done using hypnosis. It took a long while for them to come around to seeing it as a legitimate form of therapy. Eventually, they were convinced to allow for it in private practices, because despite what they might think of it, professionally, the therapy had a efficacy that was undeniable. They might question the science behind it but in the end they could not dispute that it works.

Working with dreams is still equally taboo in American society and is mocked or made fun by most Americans. Most cultures world wide take dreaming and dreams very seriously. It is an important aspect to their lives. They openly share and heed what their dreams tell them. Their lives are much richer than ours in this respect. Perhaps one day we will see a shift and Americans as a whole will rediscover the importance dreams and dreaming has in their lives. Dreams are potent. Eventually, their power will not be denied and it will bust forth like an overflowing damn some day in America. I am convinced of this.