Talking to Heaven Oracle

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Bought the new Talking to Heaven Mediumship Cards deck created by Doreen Virtue and medium James Van Praagh. I don't like the images at all; they are photographs and it seems cheap to me. A matter of taste. I do like the card back design; a bit typical with stairs and puffy clouds all about, but it's all right.

James Van Praagh, Doreen Virtue Talking to Heaven Mediumship oracle

However, so far, as an oracle, I have had some intense mini readings. My cat Matisse died a couple of weeks ago. He was eighteen, and hadn't been doing well the past year or two, just getting old. We literally spent an entire Saturday watching him let go of life and it was damn hard. I have some guilt over this, as I did with my cat Roswell, who was killed by two dogs in May. I still haven't gotten over his death. As we do when loved ones die, we often question if we could have done things differently, and if only we had, we could have prevented their deaths. A normal reaction for many of us but it's also non-productive and not true. My question was "What do I need to know?" surrounding Matisse and Roswell, and the card that I pulled: "You have nothing to feel guilty about."

 A few nights ago I attended a "dumb dinner" (eating in silence, with a place setting, with food, for the ancestors) and afterwards, a sort of seance with the use of ghost hunting equipment. We all took turns holding an EMF detector, for example. It lit up and flickered while I held it (it did this for Jim as well) and I felt the presence of my Dad. I didn't hear his voice, or see any images, but I knew it was his spirit, and not anyone else's. Can't explain it more than that. There was also the ghost box (hacked radio that allows spirit voices to come through) and as I was thinking of my Dad, asking him if he was present, a few bars of jazz came through -- he was a huge jazz fan.

One thing about my Dad -- he has been appearing in my dreams, and his presence in those dreams has evolved. For some time, when he appeared to me in the dream state, he was silent, clearly unhappy. He seemed lost. He was usually behind a glass door or wall; the kind of pebbled glass that you can't see through clearly. His face was usually gray, ashen. The last couple of times he appeared in my dreams he was very happy, talkative, walking around, engaging with me. He looked healthy. Again I asked the cards, with the intent of communicating with my Dad, "What do I need to know?" The card that came up was "We have been together in  dreams."

The Haunted Health Professional

I'm not going to name the exact profession or person due to privacy issues, so I'll just call her/him my "health care professional."

I've been seeing this person for about six weeks now, and from the very beginning, things were off. I liked the person just fine; it was everything else. Something about the building, and especially her/his offices (from now on I'll refer to her/him as "Dr. Astral") really made me uncomfortable. Dr. Astral's offices are weird -- oddly shaped, strange jutting angles, narrow rooms, strange smells. Did not feel comfortable at all.

As I'm laying on the table after a treatment, I go into a light trance like state. I "see" Dr. Astral come in, stand over me, and say: "I'm going to kill you." I knew this wasn't true and not anything like the real Dr. Astral at all, or, anything in my own head. I told "it" who was pretending to be Dr. Astral to stop it. But I still felt very uncomfortable.

On my next visit I mentioned to Dr. Astral, as diplomatically as I could, that the rooms were very strange. That's when Dr. Astral told me the building, built in 1924, was Eugene's first hospital. (Google tells a different story; this building was actually the third hospital in the area.) DING! When I heard that, I literally felt my stomach drop down to my toes.

Today I had another odd experience. Once again, on the table, in that mild trance like state. From out of nowhere, I had the most intense feeling in my throat -- as if someone had flipped on a switch -- of sever hoarseness. Like a bad case of strep throat. And with it, the vague image in my mind's eye of an old man, laying in a bed, I got the impression the sore throat was connected to him. As soon as I focused on the feeling -- rather, acknowledged the sore throat, and the image -- both vanished. Again, like someone had flipped a switch, and immediately, the incredibly severe painful sore throat disappeared.

I have seen apparitions, heard voices, witnessed objects moving by an unseen force, and felt electrical as well as emotional feelings connected with hauntings, but never a physical feeling of discomfort that wasn't "mine," but the life of another.

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Stephen Wagner: Animals and Ghosts

At About.com, paranormal writer Stephen Wagner has a post about animals and ghosts:Animals and Ghosts. His article reminded me of two animal ghost "dreams" I've had.

Sometimes ghosts and spirits communicate through dreams. I had a dog when I was a teenager -- Hobbit. He was with me until my early twenties, when I had to sadly give him away. A few years later I knew Hobbit had passed. He came to visit me in a "dream." He was running towards me in a swirling tunnel of violet and golden light, and "spoke" to me. Hobbit was very happy, and told me he was grateful for the love I gave him and he was all right; it was just his time to move on.

A couple of years ago I had another dream of a beloved pet. My cat Puck was very old, and we knew he was dying. I sat with him for hours on our front porch, held him in my lap as he let go of life. When I left him on his bed I knew he would pass. He was ill and for years had been in a lot of discomfort. Later that night, I had a dream/vision of Puck being sucked up into a whirling funnel of red and yellow light. Unlike Hobbit's experience, Puck's passing was not easy; he was yowling, angry and in pain, as he went up through the funnel. We buried him in the front yard the next morning.