Part I: How I See Your Dream Job
Introduction:
A Message From Beyond
It's 2 a.m., and I'm sound asleep when suddenly there's a strange
and very large man standing right beside my bed - about a foot away. He's wearing jeans, a dark t-shirt, and an unbuttoned
flannel plaid shirt. He's not trying to scare me; he's just casually standing there
looking at me - rather sweetly.
But he does scare me; It's the middle of the night and I don't know him. As all of this information processes
through my sleepy brain, I'm already screaming "Who are you?" and struggling to sit up in bed.
Now
my husband, our two kids, the cat, and the dog are all wide-awake - yelling, "What's wrong?" and making lots
of commotion. But I don't notice them, because I'm still seeing this man beside the bed - quite clearly - even as
I sit up, and even as my husband turns on
the light. Only then does the stranger very slowly, lingeringly, cell by cell,
vaporize in front of me. There's a slight crackling sound as his form disappears before my eyes.
"It's
just a dream. Go back to sleep," my husband, Gene, says. But I can't go back to sleep. I can't believe he wasn't
a real flesh and blood person standing there.
"You didn't see anybody standing by the bed?" I demand
to know. But Gene is giggling - laughing at me. "Sue you need to be nicer to these spirits. You invite them to give you
messages for clients, and when they get here you yell at them." He's still laughing as he turns off
the light
and slides back down against his pillow - snoring peacefully within seconds.
I am wide-awake and confused now
- pacing in the bedroom, opening closet doors, checking hallways. Certainly, this man was real flesh and blood, a burglar.
Are the doors locked? I saw him so clearly!
I never get back to sleep that night as I run this image through my
mind over and over.
I'm used to precognitive dreams, yes, and even seeing the quick flashes of spirits with
their messages for loved ones. But this was something else... this was right out of Star Trek. This was a solid apparition
complete in flesh and blood - just inches from my face.
In the morning when the alarm rings, it's back
to being mom, making breakfast, driving the kids to school, and then a phone session with a new client from New Orleans named
Elizabeth. Before the phone session, I meditate on her life and career path, which I pick up from the vibrations of the numbers
in her birthday. I can see how powerful she is - a large and magnificent spirit here to do something great. I'm excited
to work with her.
Later as we're talking, I can tell she's fallen "off-path" - not quite
living up to the big work she came here to do. She's running a business that's frustrating her, and there are other
disappointments weighing her down. Her voice sounds tired.
She tells me the story of losing her young daughter
to a terminal disease 20 years earlier. "I lost my faith in life then," she remembers. She tells me about meeting
Jim, a man with a large spirit and generous heart who became her best friend, mentor, and business partner. Together they
discussed the big questions of life: Why are we here? Where are we going when we die? Is there an after-life?
These discussions comforted Elizabeth because she wanted to know that her daughter's spirit did indeed exist in an after-life
- where she might find her again someday. Elizabeth and Jim make a promise to each other. Whichever of them dies first will
return with a sign to show the other that there is indeed an after-life.
Tragically, Jim dies of a
sudden heart-attack not long after they've made their promise to each other. Elizabeth waits and looks for a sign, but
sees nothing. This saddens her deeply as she tries to live with the belief that there is no afterlife, no spirit life - just
this seen "reality" that we exist in day-to-day. This weighs on her - causing depression.
What
purpose is there in this meaningless existence, she wonders?
While Elizabeth is telling
me this story, I'm jumping off my chair saying, "Wait, wait... let me describe Jim to you." I describe the man
standing beside my bed who I can still see in great detail - down to his large belly and grey hair. I explain how kind and
good he seemed - not trying to scare me - but putting tremendous effort into materializing before my eyes, so that I would
not forget him, so that I would not go back to sleep, so that I would remember to tell Elizabeth when we talked in the morning.
I can feel the great love he has for Elizabeth, and the
energy he poured into getting this message to her.
As I tell her this, I can hear her crying... "Really, do you believe that?" she asks. "That
was really
Jim?"
I can feel Jim beside me now urging me on. "Elizabeth, if I can tell
you anything that I know is absolutely true - it's that Jim desperately wants you to know there's an afterlife, and
the spirit world is real." She is sobbing when we hang up.
Over the next few months, we do more phone
sessions and create a plan for lining Elizabeth's work up with the intention of her Birth Path; the refined and highly
spiritual vibration of the number 7. She needs work that allows her to use her great ability to synthesize knowledge and meaning,
and then share that higher understanding with others - through teaching, writing and counseling. Her ultimate path will be
realized when she's translating the
highest spiritual wisdom for others and helping them see their lives in more
enlightened ways.
Through discussions about the pain of losing her daughter, the mission of her Birth Path,
and where she is in the cycle of her journey (Personal Year), she makes a list of baby steps to take towards manifesting this
important new work.
Months later, I meet Elizabeth in person. She tells me how important the message from
Jim was, and how it's reopened her ideas of what life is about and why we're here. "I'm getting back in touch
with my spirituality," she tells me. And she's been taking the baby steps towards a new career: "I'm enrolled
in classes, and I'm doing some writing."
I'm very relieved knowing that this powerful, beautiful
woman, on an important journey in this lifetime, is back "on-path" - realigning her life and work to be more in
harmony with her mission.
I remember the dark years after my husband died when I was 29, and I fell "off-path"
--
not doing my true work or being my true self. I'm deeply grateful for the people who nudged me
back "on-path"
to the work I came here to do.
