Guardian Angel, Loved Ones

Is You There?

I am in a snow covered dream. I love snow by the way. Sauntering down a sidewalk I spy my dad clearing snow off a red car. My first thought is that he is alive. He looks so vibrant and happy. Noticing that now he is looking up to a third floor apartment as now he is shoveling snow into the convertible. My dad had a good sense of humor as I am told and this to notice him more in this dream. Gazing up I see no one there only the lace curtains move slightly. Dad is still shoveling. Looking up again I see Dad’s partner Bernice walk away from the window. This is when I suddenly realize that my Father is dead and in a little girl voice I say, “I miss you Daddy!” I awake suddenly and still hear my young voice. This dream makes me happy and I know I will have a good day. My visitations from good old Dad are rare but I remember each and everyone of them. Knowing that he guides me during my waking hours comforts me. The red is always prominent in my dreams with him. It was pointed out by my friend that in my new home there is a lot of red popping out from paintings, textiles and such. I hadn’t realized until then.

This early morning I was to awake from a entirely different dream. A man walks with me on a cruise ship. He is dressed in army attire. This catches my attention as my dad was in the army as you all know. There is a trusting moment but only too briefly as he shows his true colors. I want to run away from him now and am saved by a woman who intervenes by talking to him. I then make my get away.

In this scenario I know that I should be protecting myself a lot more than I choose to. Grounding and bathing ones self in white light as I do in good intention certainly goes a long way. Always I express gratitude before I close my eyes and ask from protection from Archangel Michael at sleep time. I do. When we, as lightworker’s open ourselves to spirit the occasional rift raff do drop in but only momentarily. But I rather opt for nothing at all if that can be helped. I do not care for these visits from them. On the other hand my dreams from loved ones that have passed I would welcome every night if that was so possible!

 

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