Thursday, July 17, 2008

unexplainable

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.

30 comments:

c@th said...

omg. Peas. Its like I couldve written this.

Wow. Kudos to you for staying open to it. And believe me on this one, you wont regret it.

Mwah.

When I fell pg, my dad got diagnosed 'terminal' a month later (my family has CRAP timing). But, the night after i found out i was pg, i had a dream that i had the baby and that my dad died all in the same day.

Turned out, he hung out for just three weeks after she was born.

Mwah

Peas on Toast said...

c@th - no ways! I am completely fascinated how some things on this Earth we really cannot explain or put down to good old fashioned science. And I'm sorry to hear about your dad. Hectic :( xxx

Lisa said...

Honey, remind me to tell you the story of what happened when my Ouma passed away (at 100yrs old!) last year.
Similar story
xxx

Nessers said...

very weird and cool I agree. I got some "divine intervention" myself yesterday - makes the hair on your arms stand up doesn't it?

Peas on Toast said...

Lisa - oh hectic babe, I HAVE to hear your story! Definitely going to have a story hearing over hot chocolate sometime! xxx

Nessers - you too! What happened, if you don't mind me asking?

Mini said...

Family is important.Reunite!

Peas on Toast said...

Mini - am booking my flights today as we speak :)

FiOnion said...

I believe in 'perfect coincidence', to be honest. And the best example of that comes courtesy of my daughter and my grandmother.

The gynae predicted my daughter would 'arrive' on March 1. On Feb 1 I went for the usual check-up and the doctor told me that the 'landing time' had to be changed, to that day, ASAP! Complications, alas.

A month later my grandmother died, March 1, the day my daughter had been due.

They got to meet.... both blue-eyed , strawberry red-heads.

Peas on Toast said...

FiOnion - I also believe in perfect coinicidence. And also coincidence that bears no meaning or significance. As in it didn't happen for a reason, it just happened.

But I also believe that some stuff cannot be explained as coincidence. For that would make this world far too simple.

Revolving Credit said...

So Ches is going to gift you some on the rug...let me guess, you'll get to feel his presents?

But seriously, could you possibly dreamm about where a left my cellphone charger?

Peas on Toast said...

Rev - you make Ches sound like Santa. Careful now, you'll give the man a big head.

Haha Rev - he's the one with the gift - I reckon ask him! hahaha :)

Revolving Credit said...

Me thinks that if you feel his presents, you're the one who'll be giving him a big head!

Peas on Toast said...

Five seconds after I wrote my comment, I envisioned what you were going to comment back.

And I'm 99.9% spot on Rev.

I got the 'a' wrong. I thought you'd say 'the.'

That's how much I know you.

No head feeling boet. Gift story telling on ye old hearth rug, mkay? ;)

Revolving Credit said...

Story telling? More likely a puppet show...gotta pull all the right strings.

Peas on Toast said...

Rev - whatever you say china.

Perhaps we'll do our story telling on chairs. It seems less nefarious somehow!

:)

Revolving Credit said...

Chairs you say? Not sure what furniture you've got, but go check the flying carpet.

Peas on Toast said...

Dude all very raunchy and erotic...but what if I told you:

1) Ches was my brother?
2) I'm probably never going to have sex again
3) I'm merely upgrading my dildo this weekend when the sex toy lady comes over for sex club?

Revolving Credit said...

1) Ches was my brother?
Don't tell the family, they tend to get a bit antsy about these things.

2) I'm probably never going to have sex again
How exactly do you define sex? Does oral count?

3) I'm merely upgrading my dildo this weekend when the sex toy lady comes over for sex club?
I'm sure Ches would be glad to hear that you consider him an upgrade.

Peas on Toast said...

Rev:

1) Which is why my family tree forks. Because I don't engage in sexual activities with my sibling.

2)I've decided that sex by myself far outweighs sex with another person. Oral, what's that?

3) If Chester was a whirring plastic dick, then sure.

;)

c@th said...

mwah. sweetness. I find it much harder to rationalise normal every day lemminglike human behaviour than i can the paranormal or allegedly 'supernatural'

go with it , and have fun. reunite and be close.

wish you well, pet.

oh, and as for carpet and dildo, well now, those go together so well

;-)

Ches said...

Ok ok ok...everyone just settle down!

Reading about my sister on a rug with a whirrling fake willy is too much for a Thursday afternoon! :)

LJ...we'll have to chat out this post this weekend.

Rev - You left it where you lent it!

Peas on Toast said...

c@th - carpets and dildos, it's like...a pack of pink highlighters. Not necessary, but FUCKING good when you have it.

I think.

Ches - finally, my brother pipes up. And defends the sisterhood!

Ches said...
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Peas on Toast said...

Chester, you can't just remove comments willy nilly.

Ches said...

Nah...for some reason when I refreshed the page it posted my previous comment again...

Willy Nilly, ha ha ha ha....sounds like a country singer!

Revolving Credit said...

Country music hey!

Well, this type of brotherly love does appear to have some hillbilly aspects to it!

If you're going country, don't buy a plastic dildo. Sit back on the porch in your rocking chair and whittle one out of a piece of wood.

Then you can call it your whittle Woody!

Peas on Toast said...

Rev - But I prefer plastic.

Plastic really IS fantastic.

Revolving Credit said...

Why not just cold, hard, steel?

Kinda bring out the masochist in
you?

Anonymous said...

How can you say all these things and say you believe in supernatural phenomena and that you've had contact with your grandmother and be an atheist? Atheists don't believe in any after life. At all. Have you ever considered that maybe your grandmother is trying to guide you spiritually? Trying to help you find your way back.

Peas on Toast said...

Sigh. Anonmyous I am not an atheist. I don't believe I have ever professed to be one. Sigh, again.
I am not religious or believe that there is a solid religious figure out there, but I do believe that there could be stuff out there. Agnostic, maybe.

My gran wasn't religious either. If that makes a difference.