Oooooh, More Kudos

Ooooh, more positive reviews. I just love hearing from the folks who have read my books. And it doesn’t matter if it’s a positive or negative review—though I prefer the positive responses—it’s just nice to get feedback. After all, how can I improve my writing if people don’t tell me what does or doesn’t work for them? So, thank you all for your comments, and please, keep ‘em coming.

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From Mr. W:

I’ve tried a lot of different ways to interpret the dreams I have, and this book seems the best. A lot of other sources don’t have the symbols or objects that were in my dreams, but this book does. It’s been really helpful.

From Ms. T:

This is one of the more interesting and (I think) accurate dream dictionaries in a long time. I found the introductory section about the different stages of dreams very fascinating. I’ve been using it now for a while to help interpret my dreams and it’s been spot on. I highly recommend this for anyone who wants to know what their dreams are about.

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From Mr. A:

This book was great! I’ve been working with hospice patients for several years, and the information in this book has helped me tremendously. Several of my patients even requested that I read the book to them, and I was amazed at how it seemed to ease their fears of what awaited them. Very helpful and very hopeful.

From Ms. S:

I especially loved all the examples that the author included. They helped make the information more personal and definitely added pathos to the experiences. I also appreciated the bits of humour that the author used to express his/herself.

I do wish the book had been longer; I was disappointed to have it end, and do hope that there is a second volume with more examples and more quotes from the Masters.

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Hugs, Puppies, and Dreams

I was dreaming of puppies again.doxies

There were four of them. Four adorable, cuddly, and very frisky little doxies (dachshounds). They were quite a handful, literally and figuratively, as sometimes I seemed to have them on a tether, and other times I was trying to carry them in my arms, and in some instances, I was carrying two and trying to hang on to the tether for the other two.

I call it a tether, rather than a leash, because it wasn’t strong enough for a leash. In fact, for the two friskiest dogs, the tether was more like a long, thin strand of thread. I was constantly afraid that it was going to break with all their pulling, twisting, and antics, and I tried hard to control them without holding them back too much.

The two less frisky dogs had a tether that was more solid. I kept wondering why I couldn’t exchange the thread-like tether on the two friskier dogs for this one, which was sturdier. Yet, I could never keep the frisky dogs quiet long enough to swap out the leashes. So, eventually, I stopped trying.

I stumbled behind the foursome of dogs letting them lead me where they will, often picking up the two quieter ones so that we could all keep up with the two rambunctious puppies. Eventually, realizing that I just couldn’t keep up with them, I let loose of the tethers for all of them and let them take off.

Feeling bereft and alone, I turned to go back home, but then the two quieter dogs came back and insisted on cuddling. I picked them up and they licked my face and seemed genuinely glad to be with me. I waited a few moments more, hoping the other two would also return, but they never did.

Although, it broke my heart to give up on the two rambunctious puppies, I realized that they didn’t really want to be with me. So, I went inside with the two puppies that did.

So, what does all that mean? Well, what it means to me, is that I need to understand that not everyone wants to be my friend; not everyone is going to care about me; and not everyone is going to accept me…and that’s okay.

That’s the big key…it’s okay. I’ve been trying so hard all my life to be accepted, by myself and others, that I couldn’t see the people who did like me. I never saw that I had friends and family who cared, because I was too focused on winning over those that didn’t. I get it now, though (it’s taken long enough;-). But instead of trying to win over those people who just aren’t ever going to understand, don’t want to understand, and who don’t want to know or like me as I am, I need to appreciate those people who see the worth of me. I need to appreciate who I am and what I bring to “the party” (as it were), and I need to appreciate all those people who have liked and loved me for who I am all those years.

We’re all special, and we all need to recognize and appreciate that. It’s taken me way too many years to understand that. But for all of you have seen something special in me…I thank you. And I hope the hugs I send in this message can in some small way show you how much I appreciate all of you.

Blessing or Curse?

oldwomanmirrorandkidWouldn’t it be great to live forever; to age so slowly that 100 years is like a single year of life; and to be impervious to any type of death? When most people are asked that, they immediately say “yes”, but if they thought it through, would their answer be the same? I really don’t think it would.

If you couldn’t die, no matter what, and you aged very slowly, you would out live everyone you know and love. If you were married, you would watch your spouse wither and die. And if you had kids, you would watch them grow old and die, too.

All your friends would also soon (at least to you) grow old and die, but, of course, you would have disappeared from their lives long before that. You would have had to, because otherwise they would begin to question why they were so old and yet you hadn’t changed.

Okay, so, you disappear, but how do you reestablish yourself? Maybe you think you can creep around the underworld buying a new identity—good luck with that, it’s probably not as easy as it looks on TV—and what about money and credentials? Do you reestablish yourself as some long-lost relative of your old self so that you can inherit whatever small amount of money you managed to accumulate? And what if you didn’t accumulate anything other than a small pension; after all, most of us are not financial geniuses, nor do we have extraordinary skills that will make us millions of dollars. For the most part, we are ordinary people who live ordinary lives.

So, maybe you’ll go back to school and develop a different skill set so you can update your credentials and get a new job. (Wow…think about it…centuries of going to school, getting jobs, falling in love, raising families, and then disappearing. Boy, doesn’t that sound like fun?)

If you’re lucky, you’ll get to retire when you’re “70” (oh, after two or three thousand years of gracefull aging), and then what will you do? Go fishing for the next millennia or so? Travel…hmmm, maybe by then they’ll have space colonies, because it certainly won’t take a hundred years to see all the sites in the world.

In the meantime, think of all the lives you can affect with a smile, a gentle touch, or a tender hug. Think of all the music you’ll hear, the books you’ll be able to read, and the rainbows you’ll see. But I wonder if it’s enough to offset all the wars and natural disasters you’ll have to witness, too. How selfless can we learn to be if we have to hang around for two or three thousand years, or will it merely drive us insane knowing that we can’t die, while we watch so many others do so?rainbow

There is wonder and beauty in the world all around us, but there is also fear and despair, and I don’t think living forever will change that, it will only change which of those we focus on. So, is living forever a curse or a blessing? I don’t know, but I do know that I would rather not find out.

The soul’s voice

OnDreamsCover_Smashwords_withtextIf people’s eyes are the windows to their souls, then dreams are the soul’s voice. Dreams can praise, promise, warn, caution, sing, yell, and whisper. Dreams give voice to those hidden secrets deep in our souls, the yearnings, the passions, and desires.

Dreams may seem meaningless, and I know many people tend to ignore their dreams. However, dreams can tell us so much about ourselves and the others around us if we would just listen to them.

Dreams rarely speak in a plain and open manner. Most times they use a language that is obtuse and somewhat opaque, and the messages are oblique and sometimes hard to hear. But once you figure out the language of dreams, you will find that the information they offer can broaden your world exponentially. It’s amazing how much more you will be able to see and understand once you learn to speak “dream”.

I’ve spent decades listening to and deciphering the meaning of my dreams. I’ve become so well-versed in dream-speak, that I rarely even need a dream dictionary to understand what the dreams are telling me.

Here’s an example:

I was standing alone in the transitional plane, wandering once again whether I was on the best path for me, when the mist suddenly changed to a period room. It seemed to be a room from a well-adorned home (probably from the 1700’s). I was in a period gown, sitting on a settee, and a man came in. I couldn’t clearly see his face, but in the dream I knew him and loved him. He offered me a jewelry box and inside was a single pearl on a gold chain next to two pearl-drop earrings. The scene grayed, then returned, and the box now contained a ruby pendant and earrings. It grayed once more, and the box now held an opal pendant and earrings.

I took the box and the scene dissolved and faded away. Now I was in a grassy yard and I was holding a small, brown puppy, and barking and playing around my feet was another older puppy, golden yellow—a Labrador, maybe?—and I was smiling and very happy. The dog brought me a stick, and I tossed it and then two smiling dogs ran off to get it.

Suddenly, I was back inside the house, in the kitchen. There was a huge fireplace with a roaring fire, but I was standing near the kitchen table. I reached toward the fruit bowl for an apple and a half-dozen little spiders crawled out of the bowl and I woke up.

When I woke up I was happy and smiling, not frightened, and I’ll tell you why. Not only had I finally gotten an answer, but the answer was a positive one. But what about the spiders, I hear you asking. Even spiders are a positive “omen” in dreams.

First there was the lover’s gift of jewelry, jewels, gems, opals, rubies, and pearls. If you look up all of those symbols (gift, jewelry, jewels, gems, opals, rubies, and pearls) you find that it means:

Gift: your own innate gifts; your own innate abilities

Jewelry: if not broken, then pleasure and good fortune.

Jewels: to receive them from others, good fortune and good friends.

Gems: happiness in love and business.

Opals: great luck in the next few days.

Pearls: faithful friends and lovers; happiness

Rubies: happiness and good luck in all speculations.

Earrings: encouraging and interesting work.

Necklace: to receive a necklace as a gift means happy times and faithful lover.

Then the part about the puppies playing:

Dogs: intuition, loyalty, generosity, protection, and fidelity.

Puppies: Good, strong friends and friendships.

Green grass: happiness and wealth.

Green fields: abundance and happiness.

Followed by the kitchen scene:

Kitchen: unpleasant gossip surrounds you.

Fire: prosperity and good luck.

Fruit: (eating them) struggles

Apples: prosperity and harmony if the apples are without blemishes or worms.

Spiders: many spiders means fortune, good health, good friends, and favorable conditions are yours.

When put all together, it shows me that through my own innate gifts, my good friends and faithful lover I will enjoy prosperity, happiness, and good luck on the path I have chosen, despite a few bumps and problems.

So, what are your dreams whispering to you?

(For more about dreams and what they might be trying to tell you, read On dreams and dream symbols.)