Happy Easter, Happy Spring, Happy New Year to all my dear Readers. Today is truly a red-letter day, as your Angels have blessed me with a wondrous dream, which I am to share with you as the Earth awakens in the brightening sun.

Things started innocuously enough. As I lay sleeping in the early morning, I was suddenly alert to an odd scene that appeared before my eyes. I was standing on the west bank, the Buda side, of the Danube river as it flowed through Budapest, the capital of Hungary. My father stood a little diagonally to my right, his back to me, looking over the river, toward the east bank, toward Pest. He was watching the progress of my sister, Zsuzsanna, as she was gently floating on the surface of the water. What was unusual about this entire scene was that she was lying on her back in the water as my father directed her toward the far shore, and she was moving purely by the power of thought. As my father told her what he wanted from her and in what direction to float on the river, she was propelling herself solely by her own thoughts, in order to follow his directions. In watching this scene, I was of course not in the least surprised at what was going on, accepting all that I saw as a matter of course. As I stood on the riverbank watching Zsuzsanna’s progression across the river, suddenly a Presence made itself felt.

Before writing about the Presence, I am guided to tell you in detail all the impressions that I received from it and to set the scene specifically, all the better for you to picture it, my dear Readers. The Danube runs north/south through the portion of Budapest that contains the Parliament Building, a confection of architecture located on the Pest (east) side of the river (this building is worth a trip to www.google.com). The city of Buda lies on the west side of the river; the city of Pest on the east side, hence Budapest. I was standing on the grassy west bank as it sloped down to the water, so I was facing east, with the light behind me, although it was a cloudy day. My father was also standing on the west bank, southeast of me and nearly at the water’s edge, looking across the water, as Zsuzsanna neared the eastern shore.

I could feel the Presence in a northeasterly direction from us, up in the air, invisible in the cloudy, gray sky. This Presence was definitely otherwordly, angelic, female (!), and radiating energy, lots of energy, although I neither saw nor felt any Light. My impression of it was that it was kindly, nurturing, present in an educational capacity, showing me a scene, and then using both the scene and my thoughts about it to delicately guide my interpretations toward what was to become an extremely important conclusion.

As Zsuzsanna’s feet touched the bank, the Presence transmitted the thought to me that Zsuzsanna was doing this bit of water floating out of gratitude to our father for having helped her out so much in her life. Also out of gratitude, she had chosen to dedicate the remainder of her own life to being with him and serving him in whatever capacity he required, putting all her own needs aside and trusting him to whatever he asked of her. That was why she had willingly obeyed him when he had her drift across the water. Absorbing this bit of information from the Presence (and having no idea what all of that information meant), I once again became engrossed in the scene of Zsuzsanna floating along the water’s surface, ignoring the Presence and concentrating on the scene in front of me. It seemed that Zsuzsanna’s motion in the water was by her own power, but the scientist and observer in me wished to test this hypothesis. Toward this end, I suggested an experiment to my father.

“Let’s bring her across the river into the shallower part and ask her to just float in the water. The shallow part will be better, so if she sinks, we can rescue her and she won’t drown.” I suggested this experiment to my father to see whether Zsuzsanna was really propelling herself around the river and floating purely via her own thought power. He agreed to the experiment, especially to being careful not to hurt her. While we were pondering on how to proceed with this idea, my mind was turning, with the gentle guidance and aid of the Presence. I reasoned that Zsuzsanna must be floating across the water solely on the power of her own thought. My father had given the request, and she had fulfilled it by launching herself out onto the water on her back and propelling herself across the water without any physical means. Now, we were going to have her return across the river toward a shallower portion and see what she could do. I contemplated having her float not on top of the water, but above the water. As I pictured her being able to do that, suddenly the insight came to me (with obvious guidance from the Presence) what exactly is occurring when we pray. When we pray, we usually picture a powerful presence outside of ourselves who, if we can be convincing enough, will grant us our wishes. This presence is rather like a genii in a lamp, infinitely powerful, the keeper and distributor of all the goodies we can imagine, if we can only persuade him/her/it to look our way. If we have had a Christian religious upbringing, we usually picture this outside presence as an old man with a white beard (in the image and likeness of an elderly Jewish rabbi), a little touchy, but amenable with enough flattery or bribery: “I’ll be good if you’ll only give me a new car”, you pray, or “I won’t pick on my brother for a year if you just help me pass this test”, and so on. The point is that we focus on a force outside ourselves who can grant us our wishes and desires.

As these images rolled through my mind, I realized in a flash that the purpose of prayer was not to persuade an external supernatural being to take on our cause, but to convince ourselves that we are capable of manifesting our wishes in our lives and giving ourselves permission to manifest our wishes. Since we constantly create our individual universes with every decision we make, we, not some powerful external source, are the ones who manifest (or not) our wishes and desires. Prayer, then, is a way of “softening up” our own innate lack of self-confidence in being able to manifest our wishes.

Have you ever noticed that you receive some things more quickly through prayer, other things seem to take longer, while some things do not manifest at all, no matter how much or how long you pray? Now, at last, we can understand just why these seeming blocks occur.

That which we believe we can achieve is manifested the most quickly, because at some level we know that we are able to manifest them without any difficulty whatsoever. As an example, I know (truly believe) that I can very quickly find items that I have lost, if they are “findable” (not discarded or destroyed). So, when I pray to my Angels to find that doomaflotchy that I lost yesterday, I already expect it to turn up, and it always turns up in amazing short order. Each time, though, I am amazed and thank my Angels profusely for returning it to me. Yet in truth, it was my own knowledge (belief) and expectation that resulted in finding the lost item. In believing and expecting, I kept myself open to the idea of finding the lost article and find it I did. If I had not believed or expected, the article would still be lost, no matter how long I prayed to my Angels, because I would have put myself into a state that did not allow receipt of the lost object. When we neither believe nor expect, no amount of prayer can penetrate that state of non-reception.

That which we have some trouble believing we can receive manifests more slowly, because now we must take time to convince ourselves that we are able to manifest, or that we are deserving of this particular manifestation. Sometimes we have real and long-standing areas in which we have blockages or complete lack of self-confidence, so it can take a very long time before we can believe in their manifestation in our lives. Sometimes we cannot even make ourselves believe that these wishes of ours will ever happen. It is then that prayer seems to become useless. It is not that “God” or the Universe has turned a deaf ear to us. It is that we simply do not or cannot believe that we can/should/will ever have this wish. At these times, prayer seems useless, or that “God” or the Universe has decided not to grant us our wish, when it is only our own fears or other blocks that are in the way of manifestation.

Every minute of every day we create our individual lives based on our beliefs and expectations. Now that you know the true purpose of prayer, use it to soften up your beliefs so that you can begin to manifest the abundance that is your birthright.

The Presence leaves these messages of hope for you:

You will see it when you believe it.
“Therefore I say to you, all things for which you pray and ask, believe that you have received them and they shall be granted to you” (Mark 12:24)
“Prayer changes things” Edgar Cayce

Lest you think that dreams are meaningless, dear Readers, allow me to share with you a most interesting “dream”. Having moved to North Carolina last autumn, I was desirous of securing a job so that I could keep living here. After many false starts, I was offered a job at the Medical Center in Greenville; a condition of hire was to pass a test measuring one’s physical capacity. This involved isometric measurements while straining against stationary weights. Despite my physically fit condition, I did not pass the test. I was offered a retake of the test, scheduled for five days later, again, though, with the understanding that passing the test was a condition of employment. All this transpired on a Friday, with the retake of the test to occur on the following Wednesday.

Distraught and confused, I called on my good friend, Jean, who obliged by showing me how to use the nautilus equipment in the gym. I spent two days alternating between worrying and straining, as I sought to strengthen muscles I had thought to be adequate for the tasks I was to perform. In a panic of cold sweat, I lay down to sleep on Sunday night, trying to picture my success. Very early Monday morning, I began drifting up from a very deep sleep. Still asleep, but being internally alert, my first thought was, “Oh, thank heavens. I’ve passed the test.” With this deep sense of “knowing” came a sense of relief, as well. As this thought penetrated, my relief became greater, knowing that I did not have to worry about the test anymore. Nearing the waking state even closer, I thought to myself, “Wait a minute. What day is this? Why, it’s only Monday. The test isn’t until Wednesday. What do you mean I passed the test?” Confused, I fell asleep again.

As I awoke on Monday morning, this dream stayed with me, but I was a little afraid that it might not be true, so I did not tell anybody about it. Still, whenever I thought about the upcoming test, the sense that I had already passed it was very strong in me. Just to be on the safe side, though, I spent a little time each day picturing success.

I retook the test on Wednesday, putting every ounce of my effort into it, dream or no dream. During the retake, there were two new parts to this test that had not been present in the original trial, which might account for my having failed it the first time. Yes, I did pass the test. Yes, I was exultant and exuberant, and thanked my Angels who had taken the trouble to give me a peek into the near future.

Dear Readers, I cannot encourage you strongly enough to begin to pay attention to your dreams and seemingly idle passing thoughts. These can contain valuable information for directions in your life, whether as encouragement (as was my dream) or warnings. In each case, know that your Angels are in your corner, if you would only listen to them.

In my post of May 7, 2012 (Vision Board), I wrote about the abundance placed before me by my Angels in the form of a brand-new BMW. When taking possession of this amazing vehicle, the salesman took some time to acquaint me with many of its features. One feature is the connection of the vehicle with one’s cell phone through a Bluetooth interface. He punched buttons in the car, chose settings on my iPhone and voila! hands-free cell phone connection.

Delighted with this technological marvel, I soon learned to enjoy and appreciate the many conveniences of being able to speak to someone without having to dial up (a real no-no when driving), hold a little box to my ear, and punching buttons. This feature quickly became a favorite.

Then one day, soon after my return from a road-trip to North Carolina, the feature died. Suddenly, the car did not recognize my cell phone anymore. What could have happened? I called the salesman who had been so helpful earlier to find that his information was not helpful for the present. He said that the problem was most likely with Apple, that something might have been downloaded onto my iPhone that caused a glitch. In fact, he said, I was the third one to report such a finding in the last week. This disturbed me. If Apple had downloaded new software or updated something in the phone, I had no prayer of reconnecting my phone and my car. Yet how could Apple have done such a thing when I had not been on the internet with my phone, except for resetting some passwords? I tabled the subject on my mental shelf of “needs further information”–a place in which my questions have stewed and percolated for as long as 30 years before receiving answers. Interestingly, although I was disappointed in the salesman’s reply, my mind was open, thinking that some solution would come from somewhere. In the meantime, I went about my business, a little sad that my car and my cell phone were no longer on speaking terms.

Time comes and goes. It is now several weeks later. I wake up one morning with the fleeting residual of a dream so tenuous, it was almost just an impression. The impression with which I awoke was that everything was just fine with both my car and my cell phone, it required just one touch to set everything aright. Bemused, I wondered how things would turn out, since I had no clue how to go about acting on this obvious message from the Other World.

As it happened, I found time to visit my BMW dealership on another matter, involving the controls on my radio. While in the car, I told the salesman about my phone no longer being connected to my car, as it had been earlier. Absorbed, he took the phone from my hand saying, “Well, let’s just see what’s going on. There’s no Bluetooth icon showing. Let’s look.” Finding the correct window on the phone, he slid the Bluetooth function with just one touch and voila! the car again recognized my phone. Open-mouthed, I looked at him in amazement and did not tell him of the message floated through my mind, tenuous as a willow-the-wisp, and only barely perceptible. I just thanked him profusely and remembered the keystrokes to turn the Bluetooth function on and off.

Dear Readers, I wish I could tell you how and why I receive these messages, some of which seem so trivial, nay, banal. In the scheme of things, why would my Angels, who, in my humble opinion, have much more pressing matters to attend to, go to the trouble of floating a whisper of a thought through my mind in a dream, tagging it with the assurance that all would be solved in the mystery of the iPhone not being recognized by the car? Why would this particular message be more important than ideas for ending world hunger, for example? Thus far, I have no answers to any of these questions. For now, I continue to practice my spirituality and stay open to any and all messages from the Other Side, messages that seem to come infrequently, always in a timely manner, and always with the solution to my current insolvable problem and/or thorny situation. As always, your Angels urge you, also, to practice your own spirituality by staying open; avoiding critical thinking; acting on your intuition, gut feelings, and hunches; and listening at every opportunity so that you, too can reap the rewards of abundance, peace, and prosperity. Heaven is at your service, just one touch away.

Having moved to my new location at the beginning of October, I was staying with my friends until things were settled with the house I wished to buy. They were so kind as to give me my own room and bathroom, in addition to the run of the house. Sleeping arrangements were comfortable, and my accommodations were without reproach for my entire stay.

One night I had retired as usual, lying in bed on my back, with my left leg bent a little at the knee. As I lay there in a mellow mood, awaiting sleep, I felt a pressure against that area, just above the knee joint. From the soft pressure exerted against my thigh, I ascertained that whatever was producing the pressure was about the size and shape of a large grapefruit, softly firm. Startled, I opened my eyes to see…….nothing at all. There was nothing there against my leg. Reflecting on all of the impressions I received while in my dozey state, I concluded that this little creature was non-human; one not capable of thought, save that of instinct; and was not a threat. Rather like a soft pet, snuggling contentedly against a superior creature. The way this little melon ball snuggled against me indicated a total lack of fear and a familiarity with larger, more intelligent creatures. Indeed, it had actively sought out and snuggled willingly against creatures of my kind, i.e., humans. It had done this before, liked it, was not afraid in the least, and desired the contact. It only departed (immediately, I might add) when it realized that I was fully back in my body. At no time did it desire to invade my body, as was the case with the hermit-crab-like entity. It just wanted to snuggle.

I fell asleep without incident and awoke refreshed the next morning. Seeing my hostess, Jean, at breakfast, I debated a moment whether to mention the melon ball, then quickly decided for it. I told her the story of how this softly firm ball had pressed itself against my inner thigh, but quickly disappeared when I became fully conscious of it. Not even batting an eyelash, Jean listened attentively, then said, “Oh, I know all about that. It was on my back a little while ago”, whereupon she told me her interesting story.

Some short time earlier, Jean was lying on her stomach in bed, preparing to sleep. She felt a soft bump as something landed on her lower back. She has a small dog, Lilah, a Maltese and Poodle mix, who regularly sleeps in the same bed, so Jean thought Lilah had jumped on her. When Jean turned her head, however, she saw nothing on her lower back. Moreover, Lilah was lying on the rug, not even on the bed. Jean said that whatever had landed on her back felt as to be about as big as a large grapefruit and that it was soft, yet firm. She felt no threat or fear from it or toward it. Indeed, she said it felt like a friendly pet.

After hearing this, I could only say, “Wow”. Not only was my story corroborated, but Jean had felt exactly the same thing I had, independently, several months later. Neither of us could place the identity of this melon ball, but both of us agreed that it did not have intelligence as a human has, nor was it a threat in any way. It was just like a big, grapefruit-sized pet.

I have no real explanation for this phenomenon. Apparently Jean’s house is “haunted”, perhaps not in the same way that deceased humans can haunt a house, but that something not in our physical world lives there is abundantly clear. It is no threat to anyone in the house, it just wants to snuggle. Perhaps it snuggles with the dog when humans seem too large an obstacle to tackle. If any of you, dear Readers, have experienced anything of this kind, I would love to hear about it, along with your thoughts regarding your experience.

Having become a bit more settled in that Angel-induced whirlwind state which I jokingly refer to as “my life”, I am in a position once again, dear Readers, to transmit communication from the Other Dimension, our true Home. This one has to do with my glasses.

The Thursday before Halloween, my friends and I took part in a Ghost Walk in the city of my current residence. Before leaving for town, I took along a few select items, including my reading glasses in their maroon, faux leather case, placing them in pockets of my fleece. Since the particular pocket where my glasses were could not be secured with a zipper or in any other way, I took care to carry the fleece such that nothing would fall out of that pocket. Preparations complete, we set out on the Ghost Walk, walking all over town to the various venues where activities took place.

We walked to the Masonic Temple for a delicious barbecue supper; to the cemetery for spooky ghost stories; to the Opera House for a wonderful Olde Tyme review of songs and dancing. We walked along the train tracks in the center of town and talked to the man charged with operating the crossing signals when a train was approaching; we ambled to another review, where beautiful, unapologetic African-American women with the physiques of opera stars belted out one tune after another until even the rafters rang.

The evening festivities began to run down around 9 pm, so we drove home. At home, I reached into my fleece pocket to find all items intact except, no glasses. I couldn’t believe it. I had been so careful to keep that pocket upright, making sure that they didn’t fall out. Now, everything was intact, except for my glasses. In the midst of my brooding and regretting, a flash came before my inner eyes. The flash showed the front of the Opera House, with a clear picture of my glasses in their maroon, faux leather case. “Ridiculous!” I thought. “I could have lost those glasses anywhere while I was traipsing all over the city for four solid hours.” Annoyed and sad, I dismissed the flash totally since the glasses could easily be replaced with another pair from CVS. The maroon, faux leather case was another matter, however, since maroon, faux leather glasses cases from the ‘60’s were not in such ready supply. Resigning myself to my bad luck, I tried to put the incident from my mind.

The next evening, we went on part II of the Ghost Walk, which started with a lovely supper served up by parishioners dressed like monks in the basement of the local Methodist Church, a basement which had been transformed into catacombs. From there, we walked all over town again, as we visited beautiful old homes where ghostly figures regaled us with tales from days of yore. At around 7 pm, I found myself in front of the Opera House. I looked at the door and contemplated asking the staff if anyone had turned in a pair of glasses in a maroon, faux leather case. “Naw,” I thought, “what are the odds that my glasses would be there? I could have lost them anywhere. What’s the point?” But I had mentioned going to the Opera House to my friend, Jean, and she encouraged me to inquire. In addition to her urging, I became curious to see whether the flash I had received had been correct.

With surprising trepidation, I approached a young man in the lobby, asking him whether there was a lost-and-found section and whether anyone had turned in a pair of glasses the evening before. He replied that if glasses had been turned in, they would be on the piano at the front of the theatre, but, unfortunately, an act was currently in progress and could I come back at 7:30 pm after the act was over. “I could be anywhere at 7:30 pm,” I thought to myself, thinking that I probably wouldn’t be back at 7:30 pm. Still, there was that little, niggling curiosity. With these conflicting thoughts, I left, unsure what would happen, but reasonably certain that I would not be back, because my glasses probably were not there anyway.

We visited several more houses, then the sweet tea hit bottom and suddenly the facilities seemed very necessary. Interestingly, only the Opera House had public facilities, so back I went, accompanied by another friend. Idly glancing at my watch, I noted that the time was 7:32 pm, very close to the time recommended earlier by the young man. Going up to one of the staff who happened to be in the lobby, I inquired whether anyone had turned in a pair of glasses. “Let me ask him what he did with them,” she said. I was aghast. Had the flash been correct? She went outside and found the same young man who had spoken to me earlier. Without a word and only a glance at me, he walked into a room and returned quickly. In the hand he extended toward me was a maroon, faux leather case, containing my glasses! “Someone found these on the floor last night and turned them in,” he said. Goose bumps ran from the tips of my hair to the tips of my toenails—even my nipples had goose bumps. The flash had been totally and completely correct. Instantly, I knew that this must be conveyed to you, my dear Readers, to urge and encourage you to stay open to Angelic communication, and even more importantly, to trust it.

I am still aghast at this incident, each time I think of it. How trivial it seems that I would be given an Angelic flash over such a small item as a pair of glasses in a plastic case. Not only a flash, but a flash in color and in exquisite detail: the front of the Opera House with its glass doors and green/gold lettering, along with the case containing the glasses floating in mid-air, superimposed on the vision, but not so that it obscured the words, “Ye Olde Opera House” (my Angels expended considerable effort to insure that I saw the flash clearly and missed none of the fine details). We can become conditioned by our religious training to think that Angelic matters only deal with big things and important people. Given this kind of conditioning, we don’t really believe that Angelic messages deal with little people like us and our little affairs. The flash given to me vividly brings home the message that each and every detail of each and every one of our lives is so vitally important to our Angels that they willingly go to no end of trouble to help us achieve positive outcomes. It is written that we are loved so much by Heaven that every hair on our heads is counted. Believe it, dear Readers. Stay open to guidance, and the wonders that can be in your life will be revealed to you.