My prophetic dream began when two spirit guides dressed in brown hooded robes tied with rope belts stepped through the pop-up in my epic dream. These are the same Spirit guides who told me I had breast cancer and urged me to request exploratory surgery when my doctors and the tests on which they relied had missed it all three times. Those dreams saved my life twice, possibly three times, and were validated by pathology reports.
Dream pop-ups are much like a pop-up on your computer, except that it is the doorway to the room-between-realms that is neither of the living nor the dead, but a place where spirit guides can enter dreams with prophetic information.
In last night’s dream, I’m told by my Spirit guides that Baby is preparing to leave the earth. I run through my house looking for him. I recognize one of my Inner selves from a previous healing dream holding him in her arms. “Baby is dying,” she says and holds him out to me. Suddenly my house begins to fall apart and I have to run across the failing floors and jump over the abyss that extends down two floors to take him from her.
“This is Baby’s last day. Carry him with you in your dreams because this is the last night you will have with him,” a hooded guide says on my left. I hugged him to me and walked though my dream house cradling and singing to my Baby.
The next morning when I awoke, I jumped out of bed, searched for Baby and found him beside the fireplace sleeping on his heated fur pad. He purrs when he sees me and then begins to groan from pain. My nightmare flowed into my morning and became reality as Baby, a big eater, refused his favorite jar of turkey baby food.
The dream made perfect sense. My Inner guides, knowing my deep love for Baby Cakes, warned me that my home would be losing an important part of its foundation. The abyss was two floors deep. Two is the number of balance, in and out, life and death. My balance was ripped in half. My Inner-self found him first and I was willing to hurl myself over the abyss of death and destruction to hold Baby’s spirit in the dream world one last night.
Wrapped in his favorite blanket and on the way to the vet, I am still in denial of my dream and Baby’s fate. I decide that I will not leave Baby at the vet if they need to run diagnostic tests. I’ll bring him back tomorrow. In his twenty seven years of life with me, Baby has never been away from home. No, I’ll not leave Baby alone at the vet overnight.
Join me for Part 3 of this blog where we will learn how love is an emotion that transcends, time, space and dreams.
Excerpted from SURVIVING CANCERLAND: Intuitive Aspects of Healing (Cypress House, January 2014) Reserve your copy NOW http://tinyurl.com/p7cjfxa, click here http://accessyourinnerguide.com/download/ to receive a free Dream Guidebook.
Bio: Kathleen O’Keefe-Kanavos, Intuitive Life Coach, survived three breast cancers, wrote SURVIVING CANCERLAND: Intuitive Aspects of Healing (Cypress House, Jan 2014) websites: Surviving Cancerland & Access Your Inner Guide, Hosts Living Well Talk Radio , Cancer Q&A columnist CapeWomenOnlineMagazine, Dream Queen columnist- Wellness Woman 40 & Beyond, Your Dream Intrepretation, WakeUpWomen; R.A. BLOCH Cancer Foundation Hotline Counselor. Represented by Steve Allen Media.