Letters
You are warmly invited to share your experiences of pre-birth communication, soul memory, etc. Please let me know whether I may publish your letter, with or without your name. Thank you! Elisabeth Hallett
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"Mom, I'm coming back"
When I was a teenager, I made the gut-wrenching decision to have an abortion. When I was 25, I gave birth to my cherished son, Zachary.
When Zachary was approaching 20, I told him about the time when I chose the abortion, and he very matter-of-factly said: "That was me, Mom, but I came back; I had no problem waiting for you to be ready."
Fast forward to 2007, and my beloved Zachary, at age 29, passed away from an infection he contracted in the hospital while he was struggling with a serious illness. It has been nearly three years since he "graduated," and he has contacted me many times. In his contacts with me through dreams, he usually appears to me as a child of about three years old.
About six months ago, I had a dream where Zachary came to me as a child, sat on my lap and cuddled with me for a while before whispering in my ear: "Mom, I'm coming back, and you and Steve (Zach's step-dad) are going to be my parents." I sensed that he was very excited about this. I was excited too, but apprehensive, because my husband and I are now approaching 60 years of age. I told Zachary in the dream that I didn't know how we could be his parents because of our age, and he said: "Just wait... you'll see."
Upon awakening, I told my husband about the dream. The dream seemed so vivid and real and so literal, but we figured it must have been symbolic in some way and we didn't know what to think of it.
Several months later, I went to see a psychic medium and she connected with Zach in such a way that I knew he was present. At one point in the reading, the psychic opened her eyes, looked right at me, and in an excited voice, she said: "You know he's coming back? From what I'm getting, it looks like he will be back here in four or five years." She seemed surprised by this information, and told me that souls usually don't come back so soon after their departure. She said that Zachary was running around the spirit world like a child, and was clear of all the issues of his previous life and ready to come back.
Now, I really don't know what to think. The visit to the psychic was definitely confirmation of the previous message of my dream. I guess only time will tell what all of this means. But for now, I'm just very happy that I continue to have contact with him.
Because Zach went into the hospital on New Year's Day three years ago and never came back home again before his death, I have a hard time at this time of year. On December 28th, when I was feeling especially sad and struggling with my emotions, I had another dream:
Zach came to me as his adult self and he had a necklace with a beautiful stone. The stone was cloudy white on one end and pink on the other, and it had a rose embedded on its side. Zachary asked me if I knew the healing properties of crystals because there was something concerning the heart that he needed to heal. I told him I had read a book about crystals and didn't know a tremendous amount, but I knew they were supposed to be powerful. Zach had the necklace around his neck, and he made sure that I noticed that the stone lay directly over his heart.
When I woke up, I thought that the stone he had was probably a rose quartz crystal, and I decided I would look up its significance. The parts that really spoke to me are as follows:
Rose quartz is an excellent heart-healing gemstone...gives comfort to anyone whose heart has been wounded...Promotes forgiveness, offers inner peace...(etc)
I went to a shop nearby to look at rose quartz. When I was looking at the array of stones, one in particular seemed to jump out and grab my attention. When I picked it up and turned it around in my hand to inspect it, I noticed that one end was cloudy white, and the other end was clear pink and I could see right into the middle of the stone. I bought it and have been wearing it over my heart. I have been feeling a subtle emotional shifting over the past week, like I am finally releasing the sadness and becoming lighter and more balanced.
Sorry to hit you with so much information, but I am bubbling over with the joy that comes from this continued communication, and it feels good to find a place where it might be shared and could perhaps be helpful for someone else.
Jennifer B.
"If I am a boy...?"
I already have two children, boys ages six and four years old. I never experienced anything with them pre-birth or pre-conception, although with the first child I had a strong premonition that I was pregnant, and that it was a boy. I realized at that time, that there was more than meets the eye when it comes to the business of creating life. I was young then, and I've spent the last seven years researching and learning about many things spiritual and other-worldly. My husband and I would "say" that we were done having children, but a voice in my head always told me "there are more to come." Even as a young child, I always dreamt of having four children.
This past year, as my children have grown older, the desire for another child has been strong. My husband and I have an incessant need to have a daughter, but we held off conceiving for fear that we would have another boy and be disappointed. We would not conceive until we could make peace with our chances. But something unique and amazing was happening. I started counting three of everything—three children in the back seat, three kids' plates at the dinner table, three children swimming in the pool. Even when my children were not with me, I felt the presence of a child. After some time, I realized that I was being summoned. The desire to become pregnant seemed to get stronger and stronger by the month, but I was still wanting that baby girl.
One night, over a month ago, I was sitting up alone, late at night. My family was in bed, and I was completely and totally "surrounded" by a strong presence. This was during ovulation, and my husband and I had the chance to conceive earlier that evening. Afterwards, the presence was so strong, as if asking me if now was the time. I still could not commit. I felt strange having the feelings I was having, and I went to bed. I woke up in a cold sweat that night, and looked around my dark room. I still felt the presence, as though it were staring right through me. A voice popped into my head that said, "If I am a boy, will you still love me?" I said out loud into the darkness, "Of course. Of course I will." Peace settled over me and I fell back asleep.
Ten days later I found out I was pregnant. I am seven weeks along now and although we don't know the sex of our baby, I have a strong feeling that I am carrying my daughter. I believe in my heart that she would not come to us until I made peace with the boy/girl issue—so that I would not love her only BECAUSE she is a girl. And of course we will love this baby the same as our other children. But the baby is taking all of my energy—I think we've created a "star child."
And that's my story—it has truly been one of the most intense, amazing things that has ever happened to me. And I've stopped counting three of everything!
Jessica
"You will be our Mom"
I discovered your website today and would like to share my story. This week my youngest daughter Katie made the decision to have her first child with her husband Patrick and it brought back the memories I am about to share.
In 1991 I began having spontaneous flashbacks of unrelentingly brutal repressed childhood abuse. At the time the flashbacks started, my daughters were 14 and 10 years old. In the midst of uncovering over 15 years of experiences I had totally blocked out (but which gave context to me about why my life was as it was in so many ways), I had the recall of a near death experience as a young girl in my childhood bed having been brutally abused by my mother. I experienced this as being up in the corner looking down on my body saying, "You can't make me go back, I will not go back, I can't go back, I don't want to go back," as I looked down on the little girl's battered body.
Just at the point when I was ready to give up the fight as this 11 year old little girl's soul who would rather die than continue to live like this, two beautiful angelic looking beings came forward (and at the time I was experiencing this recall I knew immediately they were my then 14 and 10 year old daughters). One of them (my youngest, Katie) walked up to me and said, "I know that you are afraid that what they have done to you means you will not be able to have children, but I am here to tell you that you will have two daughters and you will be our Mom."
The day Katie was born, ten years before the flashback memories, and I held her for the first time, I remember thinking that an angel had just come to give me a reason to want to live, and during the flashbacks I discovered that was true.
Katie's senior year in high school she invited me to a presentation on the person she admired most, which she chose to be me. After a heartwarming, tender, and honoring presentation, she ended with, "I know some people believe that you can pick your friends but not your family, but somehow, some way, I know God let me choose you to be my Mom."
When she was 18 I told her about the abuse and the role she and her sister played in my staying alive and moving forward in my life. Now to anticipate Katie becoming a mother is the most unbelievable experience for me.
Pat
That's when I heard the voice...
I knew immediately that I was pregnant and that I would get an abortion. My decision wavered while I waited for the six week mark but in the end, my decision was final. I was fortunate that the father, a good friend of mine, was very supportive throughout the whole experience. While I waited for my appointment date I felt different within myself. I couldn't describe or explain the difference but I could feel my pregnancy.
As I was sitting in the doctor's office and the technician maneuvered the ultrasound wand around my insides, I questioned what I was doing and I verbally reprimanded myself for getting into this situation in the first place. I was completely tense inside and out and wanted to run away, but knew that my pregnancy would be with me with every step and the only other way to run away from it was to wait eight months. I looked at the floor and found a spot and stared at it, hoping that it would all end soon. The technician warned me to relax and I wanted to laugh at her as I hadn't "relaxed" in six weeks.
That's when I heard the voice. I was sitting in the chair with my back to the door and all of a sudden a young child's voice came over my left shoulder as clear as the technician's voice just told me to relax. The voice said, "It's okay... you're my mommy -- you can do anything." The voice was so sure, so matter-of-fact with every word, with even a hint of giggle, with an emphasis on "my" and "anything." I couldn't help but relax, and it was then that the technician announced that she'd found "it" and pressed a button on her keyboard to take a picture. I asked to see the sonogram, and she swiveled the screen for me. I saw the "ameba" looking spot and felt a personal connection with that spot that was indescribable.
The unconditional love and support that I could hear in that child's voice were amazing. I replayed the voice and words over and over in my mind as I lay on the operating room table and let the anesthetic put me to sleep. When I woke up, I didn't need to see any blood or speak to any nurse to confirm that the procedure went fine. I could feel an emptiness in my stomach -- the void of something, that I could barely feel to begin with, now felt huge. I knew from those words spoken during the ultrasound that this unborn child understood me and knew what I was going to do and in its own little way gave me the permission I needed to relax and proceed.
For a while I told myself that the stressful situation caused me to lose touch with reality for a moment. But I truly know in my heart that what I heard was my unborn child -- I have absolutely no doubt in my mind.
Ann
Dreams and questions from Australia
My name is Jannette and I am 35 years old as of yesterday. I am a mother of six children, and we are going to try for another child this month. We live in New South Wales.
I thought after six children that I would be finished and start my long awaited studies on becoming a Doula. But the more I try to ignore the fact that I must be finished, the more the idea would engross me that a mother I will be at least two more times. But I fear my age now in getting pregnant and having a healthy child. I keep dreaming about a baby over and over but the dream does not feel like a dream.
My mother too is dreaming of a grandchild from me, and we share the dreams and they are very similar. She keeps dreaming about seeing me holding a brand new baby, and then she sees this child, a girl, a lot older talking to her saying, "Hello Nanna." But I have felt the last few months that I would have two more boys and another girl. I already have three boys and three girls so it would be fine either way for us.
Do you feel that a child in the spirit world will put these thoughts into a mother-to-be's head? Do you feel that if they have decided to come that they will open the mother's mind to trying for another baby?
My mum a few months back rang me one early morning. She woke to ring me straight away to tell of the most unreal dream she has ever had. She dreamt she was picked up in a limo and driven to this mansion all white. The grounds were amazing, she said. She was led to the front door of this huge place, which she said didn't feel like it was on our earth plane. Inside it was beautiful and light like the brightest white light without hurting your eyes. In a sunny room was a woman standing there, she looked like an authority, but Mum felt she knew her. Mum said that once she spoke she seemed the most beautiful, gentle woman. She asked Mum to sit down as she had something important to tell her. The lady then said,
"I have need to tell you something very important, your daughter Jannette is going to have twins."
Mum said she couldn't believe what she was hearing. So she just nodded and the lady stood up and led Mum into a room that looked like a nursery. In the nursery there were two white cradles, and Mum said she started to feel her heart beat like when we are excited about something in our waking state, so again she felt it was not just a dream. Mum looked into the cradles, and there lay two babies, a boy and a girl, and they looked just like my own children when they were babies, with lots of jet black hair and beautiful blue eyes. Both babies cooed and smiled at my mum.
Then the lady said, "You must leave now," and the chauffeur returned to take my mum back home in the limo.
Do you think this is just a dream? Mum said she felt it was her guide.
Jannette
"Come with me!"
There have been two experiences of pre-birth communication in my family. First, during my first pregnancy my Dad had a very vivid dream about a little blonde girl who told him that she was frightened as she was soon to be born on the Earth. She called him Grandad and he told her not to worry and that he would look after her. Sure enough, my Dad recognised my first daughter as this little girl, when she was born.
During my second pregnancy I was awoken in the night by a little luminous spirit girl who looked very much like my first daughter only instead of straight blonde hair she had a mop of curls. She was very bubbly and full of fun, and she took my hand and shouted with great enthusiasm "Come with me!" That's all I can remember but I knew that she was taking me to visit somewhere beautiful where she came from.
Once again when she was born I recognised my second daughter as this little girl and indeed she now has a mop of blonde curls and is a very bubbly, enthusiastic child with a great love of all things fairy!
Joanne
She had chosen me
I became pregnant at seventeen and didn't really understand what was going on, but I had many nightmares of my child being born and coming out as a two-year-old. I have no idea why these dreams upset me as much as they did, but it was enough to record it in my pregnancy journal. When my daughter was born obviously she was a newborn but there was such a calm about her that I felt as if everything was going to be fine. She began talking in sentences very early. Before she had even turned one she was talking in easy sentences, and from about the age of 14 months would ask every day if she was a big girl yet. It became quite obvious that she did not want to be little.
At about the age of three, she told me how she had chosen me to be her mum because she had seen me crying and had felt sorry for me when I was little. She went on to say that she had talked about being my daughter to my great grandma who died when I was young, but whom she could pick out of any photo and knew her name without ever being told who she was.
I have never pushed her for information as I don't want to discourage her, but at times she will just come out with little bits of info about what it was like before she was born. She even surprised me by telling me how when she was in my belly she would make me eat because she would be hungry, and wasn't it funny how a little while after I had eaten she would get the hiccups and I would laugh at my belly. This is exactly what would happen, but not something that I ever shared with her. She constantly amazes me and is a blessing to have in my life.
Alanna Goddard
Here is one of the most intriguing experiences to be shared with Light Hearts. Writer Sue Jeffries says, "I know it's long, but I hope people will find it so interesting they will keep reading." (I certainly did!) Sue includes her email address, suggesting, "It might be fun to hear from people who are inspired or helped by it." To email Sue, click on her name at the end of the letter.
I was supposed to die on November 17
I was supposed to die on Wednesday, November 17, 2004, but I didn't-- because of a dream. I had the dream on the night of Monday the fifteenth.
In my dream it was Wednesday morning. My husband was up before me preparing for the day exactly as usual. At the time he was doing some repair work on the heating system of one of our rental houses. He popped into the bedroom where I was still in bed half asleep and asked if I could run an errand for him to the heating and plumbing supply store (Leming Supply) in the nearest town. I told him I could because I didn't have anything important planned for the day. He asked me to get the stuff to him before lunch, if I could, and told me he had left a list on the kitchen counter for me. He left for work and I got up, did my usual shower, cup of tea, read the paper routine and then left to run his errand. I took the "through the country" route to town, picked up the heating duct pipes, and headed back to our little town, again through the country. I had just turned off the highway onto the back road and, while crossing a bridge, a white semi tractor-trailer came speeding down the hill, roared into my lane, and hit my car head-on.
The next thing I knew I was floating above my body, which was being operated on frantically by a lot of doctors and nurses. I watched for a few seconds or minutes, it's hard to know how much time was passing. Then I floated to the waiting room, where my family was gathering. I saw my husband, his mother, my parents, and 3 of our 5 children. The kids decided to go out for a smoke and I floated with them. Once outside, my youngest son came walking up, said his wife was parking their car, and asked how I was since last they had talked. He lives in Chicago and the hospital was in Indianapolis (I recognized which hospital I was in), so this was at least 4 hours after the wreck. While I floated there watching the kids, the tunnel of light opened up, and although this was at a hospital where lots of people die all the time, I knew that this was for me. I looked at the kids and realized that I had done what I came to do this time around, the kids were all adults and would be okay without me, and I was ready to go.
So I said a goodbye to them and turned to go into the light, but just then a group of young people came out of it (by young I mean 30-ish). A very lovely, willowy girl, with long straight dark hair stepped forward and said (telepathically) that they were my grandchildren and that she, as the oldest-to-be, was their spokesman. They wanted me to know that it was indeed a time for me to go and that I was indeed ready, but they had chosen me to be their grandmother and they had come to ask me to stay here. They had lots of plans and knew we would have a lot of fun, but the choice to stay or go had to be mine.
Somehow, I had never thought I would be a grandparent; my goal for this life was to have and raise children, something I had never done before. I think I had known I would die young and not know my grandchildren, if I ever had any. Anyway, I said of course I would stay, my heart had just absolutely melted with love for them all, although I couldn't tell exactly how many there were and only saw the faces of the lovely girl who did the talking and two others. She said then that Katie, my older daughter, would be announcing that she was pregnant in April (this was November). Then they all turned and went back through the tunnel.
The next thing I knew was listening to the doctor telling my family that they had lost me on the table, but had gotten me back and it looked like I was going to survive the accident. I was in very bad shape, however, and would have to have a lot of therapy to be able to get around. I might end up in a wheelchair for the rest of my life.
Then the dream ended.
I dreamt the same dream two more times that night with more or less the same details, so by the time I got up on Tuesday morning I pretty much had it memorized. I thought about it all day and went to bed that night with it on my mind, wondering what the next day would bring.
Wednesday morning my husband got up, did his morning thing, then came into the bedroom where I was still in bed and asked if I could run to Leming Supply and pick up some ductwork for him. I said I could, because I didn't have anything important to do. He asked if I could get it to him before lunch and told me he had left a list on the counter for me. I got up, did my morning thing, and headed out to run his errand. I took the back road to town, got the ductwork, then sat in the car wondering if maybe I ought to take a different route home. But in the end I decided that since everything had happened exactly like the dream so far, I just had to know the rest. (Everybody I've told this story always interrupts here with an "are you an idiot?") But I just had to know.
Well, I turned off the highway onto the county road, crossed the bridge, and...no white semi. So I thought, well this has been one big coincidence, ha, ha, ha. I went on up the hill, around the curves, topped out on the hill and saw on down the road that there was a train holding up traffic. I ended up having to stop and wait for the train. Imagine my discomfiture after the train passed when I saw that the first vehicle in the line of traffic backed up in the on-coming lane was a large white semi tractor-trailer. It was, in fact, the truck from my dream, apparently stopped by the train long enough to keep us from having an accident and keep me from being disabled for the rest of my life. (I have since dreamt that after I told the kiddies I would stay here for them, they went to the powers that be on the other side and asked to have my chart changed so I wouldn't have the accident and be disabled and would be able to do the things with them they were planning. I had been wondering why everything in the dream happened exactly as I dreamt it, except for that one detail.)
Katie did announce her first pregnancy in April the next year (she had been trying for a couple of years and had been on fertility drugs). But the pregnancy didn't take and she miscarried a couple of weeks later -- very devastating for us all. Except for one thing -- the girl in my dream had been, in appearance, totally unlike Katie and her husband and I had been trying to figure out how she was going to be their child. The other two kids I could see (a boy and a girl) definitely seemed to be hers, stocky with round smiling faces and masses of dark naturally curly hair.
Two weeks later my youngest son and his wife announced that they were pregnant (we hadn't even known they were thinking about children, let alone trying). And the willowy girl with dark straight hair now made sense. I told the kids about the dream and that they were going to have a little girl -- which they did. Shortly before she was born, I dreamed about the group of grandkids again and a very happy smiling young man popped out from behind the two I could still see (the willowy girl was gone from the dream). The young man was dark blonde, looked very much like my oldest son and had his girlfriend's big beautiful blue eyes. And just before Elle was born (the girl with dark straight hair), Brad announced that they were pregnant.
When Noah was born he had dark blonde hair and his mother's big blue eyes, and he is the happiest child. He is now gone from the dream as is Katie's little Gabe, who joined us nine months after Noah. Gabe's hair is becoming very curly and although it is blonde now, so was his dad's when he was a boy and it is very dark now. Recently, our youngest said he and his wife are trying for their second and I dreamt about a young man coming out of the group who was the spitting image of James. I've also seen a little curly-headed dark blonde girl, again with her mom's blue eyes, who has to be Brad's next one, but they aren't trying right now so I'm not talking about that... yet.
One part of the dream that bothers me a lot is Katie's little girl. She's still there, in front of the others, smiling and happily waving. But because of all her physical problems, Katie has decided not to have any more children. Her doctors have assured her that Gabe was indeed a miracle. And in order not to take a chance on another miscarriage (she says it would kill her now that she has a child, to lose one), her husband has had a vasectomy. I wonder if the girl is the baby Katie lost and if now she won't get to come.
On a happy note, I get to be babysitter for Noah and Gabe three days a week while their moms work. Elle lives 1 1/2 hours away, but she is here as much as possible, plus I go visit as often as I can. I couldn't do so much with them if I was disabled, so not having the accident was a good thing.
The dream is like my talisman. A reminder of what almost was. And a reminder to live and love and enjoy to the fullest what is.
I waited for over forty years for him...
Many years ago, I had several dreams that consisted of one single image: a dark-skinned baby boy lying in the crook of my left arm, sleeping. I thought he was a black baby (I am white, as are my children) but my sense of overwhelming love for this child told me "He is mine!" Since I could no longer conceive a child, I assumed I must be destined to adopt this little boy. I dreamed this often enough that I mentioned it on different occasions to my sisters and daughters, my best friends at work, my husband, etc., specifically the profound feeling of love and peace and joy in my heart as I gazed at him. I carried that feeling inside for years, to the point that I could recall the child's calm little face as he slept in my arms and feel the same feeling of love and concern even in my waking hours. I sometimes worried about him as though he were a real person -- I was anxious that he be safe and sound.
Two years ago, my daughter gave birth to this same little boy. His name is Samuel. His father is East Indian, and very dark-skinned. The love I feel for him is just as overwhelming in real life as it was in my dreams of him, all those years before he came to be with us. He was born alert, looking at everyone and everything with the most intense, knowing eyes I have ever seen a baby display. He knew us immediately. The sweet little thing has the most adorable habit of clasping his hands together in front of his chest as he observes the goings-on of the world; he's done it since his earliest days of life. He loves cars, "big trucks" and airplanes, but he REALLY loves helicopters. One of his first words was "helicockter!" and he will sit perfectly still for thirty minutes at a time as I play videos of military helicopter footage on the computer for him. If you've ever known a rambunctious two-year-old, you know how unusual it is for one to sit, thoroughly absorbed, for 30 minutes!! He relaxes into me as I rock him, big boy that he is, and his momma commented just the other day that he doesn't let her hold him in a reclining position anymore. But with his Granny, he lies back and stares into my eyes.
I think we have known each other for a very long time, and have always shared a faithful and loving bond. Why he came to me before his birth I don't know, but I am so thankful to have him. He has cemented the love between my daughter and me, showing us both beautiful aspects of our relationship that we didn't know we had until we had him in our lives. She remembers the dreams I had, as do the other people I mentioned, and we all agree that Sam was simply meant to be. I hope and pray that I can live long enough to see him grown to adulthood. I tell him often, that I waited for over forty years for him. And that is so very true.
Amy
I Saw my Son in an Out of Body Experience
My daughter was a few months old when I had an out of body experience one night. (I've had out of body experiences probably a handful of times in my life; this may have been the longest and clearest.) It started with the paralysis, so I chose to go with it and rolled out of my body. I was standing in our bedroom and I decided to walk down the hallway. I sort of jerked/glided down the hall into the living room, then decided I'd turn around and go to our daughter's room to check on her. When I got there, that's when I saw our son.
He was lying in the crib right next to our daughter, looking up at me. He had dark hair and a turned up nose, and I think he was wearing a purple or dark blue sleeper. He looked to be about six to eight months old. I was so startled I snapped right back to my body and went back to sleep.
At that time in our lives, we planned to have no more children, at least for quite a while, until our money situation was better. Fast forward to a year or so later, I got pregnant unexpectedly. Wouldn't you know, we soon had a little boy with dark hair and a turned up nose! Today he is just shy of two months old. He is the sweetest baby, loves to eat, be held and cuddled. My son in the vision looked pretty much like he does now, but bigger and with more hair.
Raeann
"Can I come home with you?"
My husband and I were taking a walk one evening around our neighborhood when we saw a funnel cloud twirling in the distance. As we stood and watched it, the funnel cloud shot up into the air and became a shooting star. Then the star returned to the ground, became a funnel cloud once more, then shot up into the air as a shooting star again. This repeated a few times, until the shooting star transformed into an airplane. We stood and watched as the airplane approached a nearby housing complex and we waited for the inevitable collision. The airplane crashed into the building, but did not cause any damage. As we watched, we saw a couple come out of one of the housing units and walk down the stairs as if nothing happened. We kept watching and saw a ball come from the direction of the crash site. The ball started talking to us and I said to my husband, “We have to get out of here.” As we were running away, the ball kept talking and bounced in front of us, then transformed into what appeared to be a seven or eight year old boy. He asked, “Can I come home with you?” I yelled, “No” and wanted to run away, but I could tell my husband was considering taking him home with us. This is when my husband woke me up from my dream. My husband and I have been trying to conceive a child for the past few months and as of today, I'm not sure if I am pregnant, but when I described my dream to my husband, he told me I had denied our son's permission to be born.
Kendra
Elisabeth comments: Kendra’s dream reveals some of the often-hidden feelings that go along with preparing to conceive a child. Something mysterious and unknown, a being from another world is coming to us. Feelings of strangeness and anxiety are natural! (Kendra explains that her initial reaction to the child was caused by fear in that she thought he was an “alien.”) The dream contains many symbols of birth – or more precisely, symbols of a soul arriving to be conceived. A funnel cloud is something that “touches down” upon the earth, while a shooting star seems to fall from the sky toward the world. Imagery of an airplane crashing into a building probably owes something to the events of 9/11, but here it is transformed into a harmless act of “entering” from the sky into the house. In pregnancy dreams, a house is often a metaphor for the mother’s body. Kendra’s dream may also be a classic announcing dream. Here is an excerpt from “Children Who Remember Previous Lives” by the late, great Ian Stevenson: “Announcing dreams have been reported in all of the countries where we find these cases... The dreams vary in their form. Among the Tlingit the discarnate personality appearing in an announcing dream often conveys symbolically his intention to reincarnate. For example, in the dream he may walk into the house with his suitcase and deposit it in one of the bedrooms; or he may enter the parents' bedroom and lie down between them. In contrast, announcing dreams among the Burmese often represent the discarnate personality as petitioning to reincarnate in the family chosen. This suggests that the dreamer has the option to refuse such a request.” I would just add that from what I have learned about pre-birth communication, a soul that wants to “come home” can be very persistent. Far from shutting the door, Kendra’s dream may clear the way to conception, by bringing some of the scarier feelings about it up into consciousness.
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