Something very strange happened to me yesterday.
I had a seriously vivid dream. Something very unexpected because it wasn’t part of my thought processes or anything like that.
I dreamt I was at my Dad’s childhood house in Westville, Durban. I’ve never been to this house, I’ve only seen old 60s-style pictures before when he was a kid with his brother and sister and my grandparents. Yet my dream was so incredibly vivid, I was there with my dad’s side of the family, almost like a reunion. I was walking up the hill-like garden, saw the trees, all the detail of a house I’ve never been to before.
One person was missing: my grandfather. And there was some kind of urgency to the dream.
Reality-wise, my grandmother died of breast cancer ten years ago. While she was dying, my father left my mother for another woman. Apt timing, of course. But everyone decided not to tell my grandmother this was happening.
I know she knew though, even if she only found out after she was dead.
This all sounds helluva kooky, but bear with me please.
Anyway, I don’t pretend to be clairvoyant or gifted in any manner of speaking, but I have felt over the years support, references and strange little signs from my grandmother in various ways. They’re strong feelings, and yesterday, after this dream, it was particularly strong.
(As I write this, I’ve just noticed that I am eating Marks & Spencer diced citrus fruit. It says on the box. Weird.)
So I have this dream, and I email my Brit aunt and Dad about it. Along the lines of, ‘what could this mean? House in Westville, family sans Granddad, etc etc’) I explained the house and references to my dad and my aunt, and they said it sounded pretty spot on.
And it just so turns out that my aunt has a friend currently staying with her who is a bona fide professional psychic.
The psychic looked at my email and said: you all need to go and be with your father/my grandfather. He’s ready to die. It’s a clear message, and she’s administering this message to Peas, because she’s open to it.
Hello John Edwards. Good grief.
Now this isn’t harsh news, mainly because Granddad is 90-odd years old, has recently had a small heart attack, and hasn’t been well. She reckons my grandmother was targeting me in this dream in order to ensure we all see my grandfather before he passes.
Incidentally, it’s my uncle’s 50th coming up soon, in Cape Town. I have therefore decided I have to go, to see my whole family and also my grandfather. It’s also the reason why he wasn’t in my dream, but everyone else was. He’s in ‘transition’ and is waiting for all of us before he goes.
Emotional. But Poen dropped by and we ended up giggling all evening about...the usual stuff.
But the psychic also told my aunt that I’m going to end up in Europe. As in, to live. It’s ‘where I belong.’
This is the third psychic that has said that.
This all makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.
Perhaps that’s why I feel so good and at home and alive there?
As I write, I can feel my grandmother is right beside me today. She is definitely here.
Ches might be able to give me some insight. He’s coming round to talk to me about his gift on my new rug.
No, not that gift. The other gift.