Dream It... Know it... Trust it!

Excerpt from my Memoir – which is being published Chapter by Chapter on blog.dreamtheanswer.com/memoir

Dream The Answer – Introducing myself

 

Imagine standing in your kitchen and hearing, “You are to write a book. It is called ‘Dream The Answer’. There was no one in the room with me. The year was 2001. This was clearly a clairaudient experience (inner hearing) and my reaction was one of excitement and surprise. My first thought was ‘What a great title!’ It is now 2015 and this book has finally crossed the finish line in the way I want it to be.

This is a memoir of sorts mixed in with a “How To” for working with your dreams to find answers. I say “memoir of sorts” because this isn’t a regular type of memoir. It actually demonstrates my personality quite well. Here I am and there I am. My parents should have called me “Jump” as this is a favourite past time of mine. I love to jump and have wrecked a couple of rebounders in my time. If I can’t sleep at night I jump up and down to music.

Since I do bounce around a bit in this little book of mine, I wanted to say a couple of things first that will help you understand the stories a bit better. First off, when I say that my daughter and I ‘did this or that’ and no one else seems to be around, that is because it was just the two of us for 12 years. Except for when we lived with my parents initially until she was eight months old and again with my younger brother for a year or two.

My intention with sharing my stories and what I have learned is to pass this on for others to learn from. It is also a diary of sorts for my children to read and understand their mother better. (I hope) I have learned from so many people and my favourite books are memoirs and biographies and autobiographies. I love to learn from other peoples stories so it makes sense to share mine too. Plus as an added bonus, readers can learn to work with their dreams for themselves, just like I did.

Okay, so even though I had intuitive abilities as a child, this only intensified after my grandmother on my father’s side passed away. I did not see that coming. Other people knew about my grandmother’s failing health as I was to find out later. They knew she had heart problems and wouldn’t be with us much longer, unbeknownst to my 12-year-old self. Filled with deep emotion and dealing with the grieving process, I prayed so hard. The prayer was that the remaining three grandparents would not leave this earth without me knowing about it ahead of time. Be careful what you wish for…