Now, I know mediums are controversial. I’m ok with that. But I absolutely love Medium Teresa. Now THIS is why I love her. Teresa said that our loved ones visit us in a dream, and it’s very brief. They appear, let you know they’re ok, then gone, leaving you confused.

Here’s my stories:
When I was 13, I live in St. Catharines, Ontario, A girl I had grown up with, she’d come and play with my younger sister and I. Her name was Cara Taylor. She had JUST turned 17 on November 10 1992. Long story short, she was found dead in her bedroom. Her murder always haunted me. So I’d always “talk” to her. Ask her if she was ok and tell her we all missed her.

3 Times I’ve had this experience with Cara: I’m sleeping, and “wake up” in my dream. But it’s not my room. The room is FULL of light, which would never happen cause I have blackout curtains from when I worked nights. I sit up in the bed, and to the left is the doorway. And there she is standing there, GLOWING! The 1st time I had this dream, I was about 15-16. I looked at her and said “How? But your gone? Are you OK? How are you here? I’ve missed you. In the most soft Angelic voice, she said “I’m here just to visit. To let you know I’m ok. Everything is ok.” And *POOF*, she was gone. Later when I woke up, I was confused, but just thought it was a weird dream. This EXACT same visitation has happened 2 more times since then. This was all before Teresa. But when I heard her explanation, I got the chills even though I wasn’t cold. And started crying.

NEXT: I dated a guy, Donni, back in 2002-03. He was from 3 hrs north. He moved here while we were dating, but moved back a couple yrs after we broke up. We were TOO MUCH alike. He was a born AGAIN. I was raised Anglican by my British Nana. My 4 children are baptised Catholic, so I’m trying to convert.
*****Short story/background, I was against organized religion for the past 6 or so yrs. Just a personal issue. Anyways, now that you have a tiny background, I was standing in our liv rm one night, and this has NEVER in my life happened before. I got this extremely overwhelming feeling that I needed to get on top of converting and that I needed to go to Church (I suffer from very severe fibromyalgia. I’m never not in pain), so a Sat night mass would be my ONLY OPTION. So I have my Catholic Bible and trying to learn as much as I can on my own 1st.*******

Well, Donni and I remained dear friends. He only wanted me to be happy. We still loved each other, not in love. We were best friends. He had a past of addiction he had overcome. Well in 2010-11, he had 3 surgeries, 2 on his ACL. They gave him Fentynal patches (EXTREMELY potent and HIGHLY addictive). He became highly addicted to opiotes. in May 2013 he accidently OD’d. Ever since then, I talk to him A LOT. And just like right now, I’m sitting in my stifling garage (I’m a bad smoker), and I got the chills with goose bumps from head to toe. It happens a lot when I think of him or talk to him. When we were dating, he joked that if he passed 1st, he’d prove to me that there was a Heaven/Spirit World and that Spirits could communicate with loved ones. Within months of his passing, I had “THE DREAM.” Literally IDENTICAL to Cara. And I’ve had it 1 other time. Identical bedroom too. That’s how I knew for sure it wasn’t a dream. It was more. Dreams are always different. I looked at him and said “Are you ok? What happened? I miss you SOOOOO much! Are you going to stay with me?” Donni, glowing so Angelically, looked at me and said “I’m ok. It’s all ok. Don’t worry. I have to leave now, but I’m always with you.” And like Cara, *POOF*, he was gone. And for some reason, I can’t think about him without crying.

It’s literally uncontrollable. I don’t know why that is though. And that overwhelming feeling to get back to Church, HAD to have been him and my Great Grandparents (The Brits), but pretty sure more Donni. Another weird occurance is with pictures. He loved taking pictures of us, friends, landscape etc. I have over 200 pics. They were all in one box, but some have leaked out thanks to my 3.5 yr old. Well I had about 5-6 in the top drawer of my highboy dresser. Every week or so, I find a pic of him, or one of the ones he took, laying just BELOW that drawer on the floor. Always in the exact same spot. Even my Atheist hubby finds it strange. He thought I was nuts at 1st.

One more quick story. Feb 13/10. I fell asleep at the wheel of my 2009 Grand Caravan, not a tractor trailor. The road I was on had a giant (wide) ditch to my right. Well, I went off to the right, OVER the ditch, over a mound of snow covered dirt and ran over a sapling. My parents, in particular my DAD (he came to get me and my 2 middle kids) and said there was no way the wheel base on my van could have gone over the ditch. He said I should have gone nose 1st. He says I had a Guardian Angel or 2 that say. He said they must’ve carried me over the ditch. Strange thing is, even though I woke up in shock as I was veering off the road (and thought for sure nose 1st), it felt as though the van “floated” a tiny bit for a split second.

So what do you think of these experiences? I know I’m a bit crazy, but not Schizophrenic, not on LSD or magic mushrooms, lol. Humour gets me through a lot.

I am definitely downloading that book for beginners on how to see the Spiritual Realm. I’m currently still working on my site. It’s to bring attention to ALL (Mental and Physical) Invisible illnesses. Took me forever to fig out how to use this site. And I couldn’t fig out how to customize most themes. I love this blog you have here and will be back frequently. THANK you and God Bless.