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Precognitive Dream: Orlando Tragedy

I have had many precognitive dreams over the years, and many intuitive nudges, often misunderstood at the time, but clarity came with hindsight. Perhaps it is my subconscious warning me, or my Higher Self, but frequently the dreams have to do with the souls of the people involved. They are often represented symbolically in my dreams.

Michael Jackson appeared in the dream in the form of a gollum-like creature in a diaper, and he was crying, “Help me! Help me!” It was later that day that the world learned of his passing. I realized on some level he was not meant to go so soon, and that this was a desperate plea for help. Just recently the death of Prince was another puzzle until I heard the news, and more specifically, where he had died. In my dream I went upstair in a white house, and said, “He isn’t here.” He had apparently been found in the elevator. I was not a Prince or a MJ fan, I have no idea why I dreamt about either of them.

The 9/11 attacks were preceded by an actual premonition following a strange object in the sky that left me frightened. I dreamed of little children in a shopping cart looking for their mother in an underground parking area, and I was there to help them and comfort them. Prior to the bombings in the London Underground I was there in my dreams, experiencing the confusion and fear, the smoke and chaos in an underground tunnel.

I could not get to sleep on Saturday night. I tossed and turned, sat up, tried to sleep several times to no avail. I thought about the murder of Christina Grimmie and wondered why such a beautiful, talented girl should die. Her death had affected me strangely; I had felt terribly sad about her death.

At about 2 a.m. I fell into a light dreamlike state between sleep and wakefulness. I “saw” flowers twirling up to the heavens, spiralling slowly. I woke up and wondered what that was. It was a new experience, one I did not understand.  I actually said out loud, “What was that about?” I tried to sleep again, and the same thing happened. Endless flowers- flowers floating up to the heavens, out of the darkness into the light. 

 

 

Eventually, at about 3:30 I managed to get some rest and was awake again by 6:30. The Orlando shootings jolted me into the tragic reality of the night’s events. I could not stop crying, I still tear up just thinking about it.

Later on Sunday I remembered my “dream” of the flowers. It had occurred at the time of the shooting. The fact that Christina’s death had popped into my subconscious was linked to Orlando, as if I was being warned that another terrible tragedy would be unleashed upon the people of Orlando.

I did not really want to write this post, but if it gives comfort to anyone out there who lost a loved one that fateful night, I want you to feel comforted: those beautiful, loving souls are reunited on a higher plane, they have just stepped into a higher vibration, just beyond the veil through which our human eyes cannot see. They came to teach us about unconditional love and acceptance, forgiveness and the true meaning of what it means to be human. Let their legacy live on in the way we treat each other.

Love unconditionally.

Forgive unconditionally.

Live your life fearlessly.

 

Namaste,

Christine

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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