I was about to close the office for the day when the telephone rang. It was 4:59 pm, just seconds away from when the answering service would click on. It had been a tough day for readings; several mothers had come to me wanting to connect with their children who had passed into spirit. Those kinds of sessions are always rough, being a mother myself. But the ringing sounded urgent, and spirit urged me to pick up the receiver. I’m glad I did, because it was a child in need. Unfortunately, I couldn’t give her the help she wanted.
"Hi? I’m not bothering you, am I?" The female voice was soft, and I wondered how old she was. Then again, I’ve met women – and men – with delicate, young-sounding voices who were in their 30’s.
"No, of course not. How are you?"
"Not too good." She paused, took a deep breath. "I’ve been having dreams about people dying, and some of those dreams have come true. Like: A couple months ago, I dreamed there was a horrible fire at the end of the street that I live on, and a woman trapped in the house was calling for my help. When I woke up, my parents told me that a woman who lived at the end of our street had been killed in a fire that night."
Her voice quivered as she tried to hold back her emotions. "And then, one night I dreamed that my grandmother, who’d been sick for a long time, gave me her engagement ring before she died. The next morning, my mom told me grandma just died. Then, that night, she came home with grandma’s engagement ring. When I saw it in her hand, I got scared."
Now I knew I was talking to someone in her teens – late teens, I hoped. "Why did that scare you?" I asked.
"Because my dreams… It’s gotten so every time I wake up, I wonder what things will come true and what things won't. What should I do? I can't talk about this to anyone else – they'd think I was crazy. Can I make an appointment and come see you?"
As I began to formulate an answer, I realized I didn’t even know her name. But there was one thing I did need to know. "Before I share some sagely advice," I said with a chuckle, and she laughed, too. "May I first ask you how old are you?"
"Fifteen." She was quiet for a moment. "Does that matter?"
"Well, I’m at a loss as to how I can help you, because I normally don't see clients younger than 18 without a parent’s permission. And I understand you don’t want to share your situation with others—"
"My mother would kill me," she said with a sigh.
I was sorry to hear that. Unfortunately, too many youngsters, when faced with a spiritual or psychic dilemma, feel like they have nowhere to turn for help. And because my caller was a minor, and legally under her parents’ control, I was uncomfortable with advising her to do something that might be against her parents’ wishes.
I assured the girl on the phone, "You’re not crazy. Rather, you may have a gift. Your dreams are premonitions. I’m sorry to hear that some of them are unpleasant; those have a different energy to them, as if they say, ‘Pay attention to me!’ I understand that people experience these types of dreams so they’re forewarned about something, and can be prepared for an event when it happens. I hope this helps."
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