A Brief Chat with Jesus (Part I): Guest Post


Intro from Shelley:
Part of our journey while we’re here on Earth is to be of service to others. At some point in our lives a profound spiritual awakening may take place. There’s a story in each one of us that has us opening up to the possibility of a Greater Power’s existence.

Suzanne Paschall, my editor/publisher and author of The Pink Notebook Project, recently shared with me a life altering, soul awakening event, and I asked her if she would put pen to paper to also share the story with you. The next two blog postings will help us open up to the beautiful reality of how God works. The Creator lovingly sends signs to us in our darkest moments. We are being guided and encouraged to stay on the path of life which will give us the most soulful growth.

I would like to thank Suzanne for sharing her Divine experience, A Brief Chat with Jesus. I know these posts will open up a much-needed connection for some of my readers.  I also want to invite you to share a piece of your story. You can do so through the Your Stories tab on my website.  It is through sharing parts of our life’s journey we aid in healing ourselves and each other. We are all here to grow in love and compassion. We are all teacher and student in this miraculous incarnation.

Ask, Listen and be Watchful,

Shelley

A Brief Chat with Jesus  (Part I) 

LucidDreamingI’ve always been a dreamer. I mean that literally. I’m what’s referred to in dream literature as a recaller, meaning I often remember quite a lot of detail about many dreams, long after I have them. Over the years I’ve collected books on dream research, and at one point in my life tried to practice lucid dreaming.

My dreams have been prescient (foretelling); recurring or, as I now understand, direct connections with other figures, like what I believe happened to  me when I had the same dream every Good Friday night for three years in a row.

My relationship with God, or my Higher Power, has been nebulous all my life. Though I was raised in the Lutheran faith, with the support of a fine preacher who shepherded me through Catechism, I fell away from the Church later in life for some very specific reasons. Over time, I felt like the only “higher power” I could rely on was me, and wow, I worked that martyrdom hard for a few decades.

I don’t recall what exactly was happening in my life when the recurring Jesus dream started some 15 years ago, or when it stopped recurring a few years later. But the details of it have never left me, and have left me with unanswered questions.

The dream

The dream begins with me walking on a narrow dirt path that winds along the edge of a very high cliff. Beyond the cliff to my right I can see a massive expanse of ocean. The horizon is dark and changing, a storm is brewing. But I don’t feel any sense of temperature, of cold or heat. I know I am dreaming. I don’t feel any emotions, except a little curiosity as I advance slowly on this path, taking care not to trip on the occasional stones that appear in the path.
To the left of the path is a wide thatch of wild meadow. The growth is patchy and scraggly; it’s not a tended crop field; nor a garden. The area seems deserted, and there is a forest off in the extreme distance left and forward.
I feel the wind pick up, freshen off the ocean, and now I do feel temperature—a tinge of cool, moist air—as I approach a bend in the path that slowly rises up. I round the corner, and my tread become uncontrollably leaden. It’s as if I’m being compelled by some greater force to slow my steps. I climb up the rise and a figure slowly comes into view.
It’s a man sitting quietly on a rock on a small plateau at the cliff’s edge. There are numerous boulder-like stones strewn at this spot. The man is sitting calmly, clearly waiting for someone to approach. I assume it’s me, because I’m the only other person here. I approach him very slowly, and more details come into view. He’s wearing a long white robe, with a rope belt tied casually at his side. He has long brown wavy hair. His hands are in his lap. He’s facing away from the ocean, looking directly at me. He is neither smiling nor scowling. His face is completely passive, expressionless, except for his brown eyes that look blandly at me. He is otherwise as motionless as a statue.
He doesn’t speak, but seems to be waiting for me to ask a question. I don’t know how I know this, but I do. However, I have no idea what is the question I’m supposed to ask.
I stop in front of him, perhaps a foot away. We look at each other. For some reason, I reach out with my hand to touch his lips. (I have no idea why I do this.) His reaction is strange, and becomes the first of my questions that I have after the dream. He moves his hand up quickly to push my hand away. His face doesn’t change, but it clearly appears to be a gesture of rebuff.
I feel confusion bloom on my face, but I can’t speak. Then he does, and he says, quite clearly but without emotion, “You cannot discern the lips of an angel.”

It reverberates inside me, repeating and repeating. I continue to look at him. I glance over at the ocean, at the approaching weather, and wonder why I’m here, and what I’m supposed to be learning. I feel quite strongly that he is Jesus, and that this is a lesson. That I’ve been brought to this precipice for a reason, and that unlike a dream, this appears to be a direct communication with this figure, executed through a sleep-state. Again, I don’t know how I know this, but I most emphatically do. I have years and years of attentive dream experience to compare this to, and this encounter stands unique.

This is where the dream-state experience ends, and I wake up. I then experience this again on the next Good Friday and I have this dream for several years—on this night and only on this night.
I never forget it, it never changes…and I never figure out the central questions that stay with me to this day.

(Continued in Part II – Unanswered Questions)

Spiritually Woven – The Pink Notebook

The timing of events in our lives couldn’t be woven more perfectly. We fall into each other’s lives at the exact moment we are required to; there are no mistakes when we allow the universe to take charge. This perfect timing is set in motion once we send a request out to the universe, and at that time we may not have even realized that we’ve made a request for help. What I’ve come to recognize, however, is the universe knows us better than we know ourselves. The universe knows our true soul’s desire and it acts on our appeal.

Blog - Woven PictureMy perfect weaving started from the moment of my conception, and throughout every stage of my life, the right people have entered the scene. It is only in the past couple of years that I’ve figured out just how perfectly intertwined our lives are with one another. I have also learned to let go and allow the Divine to take charge of the wheel, thereby allowing people that have been placed on my path to add extreme value to my journey. When we embrace our life path and place our controlling ego aside, we give the universe the permission to guide us into unfathomable spiritual growth.

Immediately after my near death experience (NDE), I surrendered to controlling my life. The NDE awoke in me the trusting quality that is required to fully let go and believe in a loving Creator that only wants the best for me and all of creation. I also started noticing all the little things in life were truly the big things in life. I started paying very close attention to signs from above, signs that I generally would of sloughed off as just a coincidence.

Over time, I’ve learned that there are numerous ways the Creator is able to gain our attention. Some of these include repetitive numbers, words in a song, smells, thoughts that won’t go away, people that we keep running into, feathers on our path, and coins in very odd places. I consider these coincidences as ways the universe knocks on our door.

Meaningful connections

One so called repetitive incident for me started with my good friend, Arlene Shields. In the summer of 2013, I had shared my NDE with Arlene and she immediately knew of an editor/publisher that could help me share my story. Arlene repeatedly mentioned Suzanne’s name to me over a course of about six months, and would not let me rest until she knew I had booked and appointment with her. Arlene was definitely instrumental in guiding me to my editor/publisher, Suzanne Paschall, and ultimately the conduit for the direction I needed to take to help create my writing skills. At the time I had no idea how much of an impact Suzanne would have in my life. The surprise for both Suzanne and I was that we actually needed each other at that exact time in our lives. Arlene helped ignite a fire in each of us.

In the fall of 2013, upon meeting Suzanne, I realized that she was the only person that I could fully trust with my NDE story. We made an instant connection, and I shared all kinds of details of my life with her and she reciprocated. Suzanne had told me that she had just starting working with a nun by the name of Sister Val Leibel who was writing a book which had Suzanne rethinking her take on God. The name “Sister Val” immediately had me sitting up in my chair. We had a Sister by the name of “Val” in Melfort many years ago. Suzanne confirmed that this was the same woman. Was this another coincidence? I think NOT!

I was the second person to enter Suzanne’s life in a matter of a few months, and I also was bringing God and our spirituality to the forefront. These two little coincidences (Sister Val and myself) were a sign for Suzanne to open up to the possibility that God didn’t just reside in church, and that being upset with God over a man-made church doctrine was not going to help her move forward.

The Creator that I gave control to is all loving and forgiving. Mankind tends to make all kinds of rules and regulations. Many of these laws are not of God and in turn it becomes very easy for us to judge each other because of these man-made rules.  In effect, it is as if we have taken the role of playing God, whom we are not, when we really should be focusing on our own personal connectedness with the Divine.

Blog - Pink NotebookComing home to God

Our Creator is a loving maker that is trying to bring Suzanne back underneath the proverbial wing.  She had been asking for help and within the next couple years her loving Maker would show her the true meaning of her existence. One must only ask for help and it shall be granted.

With the universe in total control of Suzanne’s request, Sister Val, Arlene and myself have all aided her into a new chapter of life. She has embarked on a writing journey that is far overdue. She has been an instrument in many authors’ success and now it is her turn. Suzanne is putting her knowledge of writing and editing to use for her own soul’s growth. She has learned that life isn’t only about serving others; it must also be about helping herself.

Please check out my dear friend Suzanne’s new site, The Pink Notebook Project. She is taking “asking the universe” to a much greater level, and following her blog will most definitely warm your heart and help your soul soar.

Ask, Listen and be Watchful,

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