Dreams

This past Sunday, I gave a presentation on dreams to a small group of people at a United Methodist Church in Madison, Wisconsin.  They have spent the month listening to presenters talking about different types of dreams and spiritual experiences related to them.  First they were introduced to dreams as they might be interpreted based on Carl Jung’s work.  I call these type of dreams the ones that help us to work out challenges in our daily life.  We go to bed with the stress of the day and things weighing heavy on our minds and our dreams sometimes give us answers to our problems.

Next an illustrator for a young boy who had a near death experience came and talked about his contact with this extraordinary boy with an extraordinary experience.  NDE are well documented and many new books have been published in recent years.  These people have had a glimpse into life after death, something we all question even those of us with great faith.

And then, it was my turn.  I talked about my journey with precognition dreams.  Dreams that have for many years been considered scary,  burdensome to finally acceptance and embracing.  The source of my dreams has always been through God.  I accept this through faith.  God has sent my departed relatives as the messengers of the information telling of things that have not yet happened.  Because they bring me these special messages I know to pay attention to them.  And, because they bring me the messages, I am assured they are alive in spirit beyond this earthly plain.  Their visits are blessings.

The next time you dream of a departed relative, pay attention to the message they might bring.

When Spirit Is Quiet

There are times when there is so much going on in our life that it is difficult to hear Spirit. The busyness of everyday living, chores, errands, work, family, relationships occupies our thoughts to the exclusion of hearing Spirit.

It is during these times that we need to be close to God the most, yet it is so easy to ignore the voices in our head {I.e.Spirit}. We want to do things our way.

The last few weeks, amongst the responsibilities of life, I felt like Spirit was quiet. In fact I didn’t blog last week because I felt spiritually depleted. In reflection, I now know Spirit was not quiet, I was not listening.

Take some time this week to be still and listen.

Intituition Can Be Contagious

Today I celebrate the 30th anniversary of the day I met my husband!  We are going to go back to the little town we met, Wales, Wisconsin, and to the place we knew as the Whistling Toad.  The place has changed hands several times over the years and we are not even sure it is currently open.  If it is not, we will go to one of our other favorite dinner spots in the area.  I am feeling a little nostalgic and wondering where the time went.

When we married, his children were 16 and 14.  Mine were 8 and 4.  It took a lot of love and patience on everyone’s part to get through the struggles and the joys.  Milestones such as birthdays, graduations, weddings, births of grandchildren and their birthdays and graduations and now weddings have come and gone but through it all our love for each other and our faith in a loving God has sustained us.

One of those most challenging areas for my husband at first was dealing with an intuitive who has crazy dreams.  At first, he has polite and empathic but skeptical.  Than as more things came to be, he started to believe more in my dreams.  He also learned to trust and believe my intuition.  When I said we needed to something a certain way or in a certain timeframe, he began to trust my judgment.  Soon we were on the same page, an old married couple you might say, at an early point in our marriage.  I loved him more each day.

As the years have fallen by the wayside, the most exciting thing for me is watching him develop his own intuition.  When he gets that little nudge in his ear to do something like take the car to work instead of riding the bus or bring home his computer so he can work at home the next day, he listens.  Nine out of ten times it becomes apparent why he needs to take the action.

We all have the gift of intuition.  Some of us are just more tuned in than others.  We can learn to be better at it.  It is a matter of being observant, listening to your heart, mind and body and acting upon what you hear.  I am so blessed to have met my husband and have had a great ride thus far.  He is retiring October 1st and we are ready for the next part of our journey together.  Happy Anniversary Jerry.  I love you.

A Mother’s Love

This past Sunday we celebrated Mother’s Day.  I like to think of this day as celebrating all those women who have nurtured me along life’s journey.  The list includes Aunts, neighbors, church ladies, co-workers early in my career, pastors (yes, I was lucky to have female pastors growing up), and of course, my mother and grandmother.

These women taught me how to me a strong, compassionate, faithful woman.  I am deeply grateful for each of their influence on me.  My mother was the best.  I know you are thinking the same thing about your own.  She was raised on a farm in Tennessee and brought southern values into our home.  Her work ethic was beyond reproach, her faith in God steadfast and her love for her children ran deep.  She also had the gift of precognition, so I grew up knowing it was not to be feared.

She died when I was 26 and my grandmother died a few months later.  I became the matriarch of the family at a very young age.  The other women in my life became my mentors and mother-figures.  The person who entered my life thirty years ago was my mother-in-law, Laverne.  She showed me how to be a loving wife, mother, step-mother and grandmother.  From the moment I married her son, she accepted my children as her grandchildren.  There was no “step” in front of that title.  Her love is unconditional and I love her deeply and am grateful each day that when I married her son, I also her as part of the package.

Even though my mother has crossed over, she is never far away.  I feel her presence at the times I need a mother’s love the most.  I pray to God for her to be near and I feel her close.  The bonds of love can be very strong and survive even death.  I have been blessed with many “moms” that I give tribute to this day.  But none are as strong as the love between my birth mom and me even in death.  Be sure to let your mother know how much she means to you this week and every week.

Let The Spirit Lead

This morning I heard someone on K-Love radio station talking about how she had lost 74 pounds by simply letting go and letting God lead. I use the word simply knowing that it is a loaded word, for there is nothing simple about trusting someone much less God to lead us to a desired end. She talked about how she would take a moment and pray for guidance when eating out at a restaurant to make the right food choice which would help her reach her health goals. She paused and thought about what she was doing and trusted that the Spirit would help her.

As she did this more and more about food choices, she found it slipping into all aspects of her life. Whenever she needs to make a decision, she pauses and prays for guidance. Wow. If only, everyone would do this, think of the ramifications for the world. Letting the Spirit lead us in all our decisions might have widespread changes amongst peoples. I am not naïve to think we can get everyone on board with such a plan. However, I do believe we can begin with one person at a time.

Taking a moment before we take action to center ourself and remember who we are spiritually can make a difference in our daily life. Many of us like to start the day with prayer and meditation to connect with Spirit. Some of us like to pray in short bursts throughout the day. Others like to end the day with centering prayer and devotions. There is no right way to connect with Spirit. The key is to listen to what Spirit is telling us during these times of devotions and trust what we are hearing. If we can let go and let the Spirit lead us, changes for the better are promised to us.

Death and Beyond

                When I wrote Blessed Assurance Through Visions and Dreams, one of my objectives was to give voice to all those who have similar experiences.  This past weekend I attended a Writer’s Institute in Madison, Wisconsin.  I met many authors and many creative writers in the midst of becoming authors.  Among these, I talked to those who also had spiritual experiences similar to mine.

                There were those who often felt the presence of loved ones who had passed.  They had what I call visitations from beyond.  There were those who had dreams of those that were deceased.  In these dreams, messages were brought.  In all cases, these writers were happy to know that someone had put these experiences in print.  I was happy to know that one of my objectives in writing this book was being met.  I was giving voice to those who were afraid to talk about such things as death and beyond.

                When I was 25, my mother who was 52, was dying from breast cancer.  But, we were not to speak of it.  We were to be optimistic and talk of a future that did not exist.  In my heart, I knew she was dying; yet, out of respect for her wishes I kept silent.  It was the elephant in the room.  As she went through each new surgery or round of radiation or chemo, we still did not talk of death.  We never got to say the important things on our mind.  We didn’t get to talk about the mundane things, like the family recipe for cornbread or how to cook Thanksgiving dinner.  We didn’t get to talk about her fears, if she had any, about death.  We didn’t get to talk about her beliefs about heaven and beyond. 

                There was so much that was left unsaid between us.  The time for sharing secrets, wisdom and laughs had passed as she slipped away.  I was robbed of even her last few breaths as the call came too late for me to get to her the morning of her death.

                So, my encouraging word for you today, my friends, is this.  Do not delay in having conversations with your loved ones about their beliefs about death and beyond.  Know what they think.  Know what they want.  Share life to the fullest, leave nothing unsaid.  You never know when it might be the last time you will see them.

We All Get To Heaven

                Why do I believe that God welcomes all to heaven?  Quite simply, because the God that I worship and praise is a gracious and loving God, one that cares for everyone’s eternal spirit.  I believe like many philosophers and theologians before me that there are layers or steps in heaven.  Once we arrive there is still work for us to do, lessons to be learned.

                Depending on the lessons we have learned in this lifetime, we will arrive in heaven on one of these tiers leading us ultimately to one with God.  I base this belief not only on reading other theologians’ work, but on experience in my family.  For example, there have been members of my family that have not lived the Christian life, yet they have appeared to me in my dreams after they have died and become spirit.  One was a self-avowed atheist who appeared to my father the week that he died.  Surely she would not have gone to heaven, she was a non-believer. Yet, her spirit survived.

                The first two years after my mother died, she visited me often in my dreams and brought me messages from beyond.  Than one night she popped in to my dream and said good-bye, that it was time for her to move forward, to learn new lessons.  That same night she visited my oldest brother and his wife, who she never met, with a similar message.  This visit reinforced for me that indeed there are layers in heaven and lessons to still learn once we get there.  When I need my mom, I pray to God for her to visit me and she usually comes.  So, she is still watching over me, but from a little farther away.

                Since we still have opportunities to grow once we leave this physical world, I strongly believe that we all get to go to heaven.  We just may have never starting places once we get there.  What do you think?  I would love to hear from you.

Life After Death

Is there life after death?  People have been debating this issue since the beginning of time.  Theologians, philosophers, astronomers, physicians, scientists to the common folk have all weighed in on this topic.  Often, they come to the same conclusion – there is some part of us that appears to live beyond us at the time of physical death – they just arrive at this conclusion in different ways.

Some people need hard proof that there is life after death.  They find comfort in the many books that are being written right now about near death experiences.  Reading about a person who has been clinically dead and yet can describe all that is happening to them during an out of body experience is validating to us that part of us is alive outside of our body.  They further describe a personal experience of going to heaven which has elements of others near death experiences.  We all want to believe heaven exists.  We want to believe there is life after death.

Some people believe there is life after death based on their faith tradition.  Whatever their religious tradition has taught about a life after death, they simply trust the teachings as a matter of faith.  For others, it is a combination of the above that forms their belief system.  It is that way for me.  My faith founded in the Christian religion along with the writings of near death experiences and my own experiences in dreams convince me that there is life after death.

It is my family members that I have had the strongest relationships during this life, that appear in my dreams to bring me messages about the living.  When they appear, it is very special.  They only come when they have a message for me.  I do not routinely dream about them.  Or, they come when I pray and ask God specifically for one of them to visit me when I need them.  For example, if I really need a mother touch, I will ask for my Mom to hold me that night and God has graciously allowed that to happen.    It is because of these visits in dream that I am confident there is life after death otherwise my deceased family members would not appear to me.

With nearly 30 years of dream history behind me, the single most learning has been the importance of strong relationships in this life.  Earthly life is relatively short compared to eternal life.  No one knows how long we will be on this earth, so we need to make the most of each day.  The messages I have received over the years all have to do with relationships.  There is no time to live with grudges, anger, regrets…there is time to live with love and mutual respect.

Instead of living like this is the first day of the rest of your life…. Live like this is your last day.

Dreams & Interpretation

The experts say we all dream.  But, we don’t all remember our dreams.  Some of us dream in black and white and others dream in magnificent color.  We are most likely to remember the dreams we have just before we wake, whether this be in the middle of the night or at the break of day.  It is the same with me.  I remember the dreams just before I stir awake.

I first began to have dreams in my early twenties that seemed to have messages embedded in them from a source I call divine or God.  The messages interrupted my dream.  They were powerful, direct, and clear.  They would be about a person I knew well, usually a family member.  I wouldn’t always be told anything specific of events to unfold, but I always knew who the message was about.  The first time this happened was when I was pregnant with my first child.  I had a dream that I was having a daughter because my mother needed to have a granddaughter before she died.  She already had a grandson and so I knew I was going to have a daughter.  My daughter was six weeks old when my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer.  She died after a courageous battle 15 month later.  God prepared me for what was to come.

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After my mother died, the dreams came fast and furious with my mother delivering the messages.  It took me awhile to figure it out.  I would have a dream about a person and then about six weeks later something of importance would happen to that person and I would remember the dream.  After this happen several times, I began to link the dreams to the events.  This was not easy to accept.  I was not at all sure that having knowledge of events before they happened was a good thing.  In fact, I have spent a good part of my life fighting against it.

All of my immediate family members have now crossed to the spiritual world and they are the ones who deliver the divine messages that interrupt my dreams.  When they show up in my dreams, I pay close attention.  I like to think of their time with me in the dream state as little visits with a message.  It is always good to hear from them.

As far as interpretation of the messages, God has been very direct with meIf I dream about a person, it means I am to get in touch with them – something significant is on their horizonOften it is not good news, it is not my place to tell them that.  It is my task to check in and gently see what is going on in their life and if I can somehow help them.  Sometimes it is good news and then I share the information.  Or, it may simply be that I need to reach out to a friend I haven’t made a connection with in a while.

How often to do you dream?  Do you have dreams that later come true?  I challenge you to keep a dream journal and pay attention, you may be receiving messages too.

Blessed Assurance Through Visions & Dreams

Blessed Assurance, Christal BindrichHello everyone.  When I first stepped into the pulpit in 1995, it felt like I had finally arrived where God had intended for me to be since I was a child.  Writing this first blog is nothing like that experience.  I am a bit outside of my comfort zone, but I am sure God will lead me in this adventure like all others.  So welcome and thanks for taking time to be with me.  I hope you will come often to explore and interact with me about matters of the spiritual real.

I grew up in Milwaukee, Wisconsin  in the fifties and sixties and have stayed in the area my whole life.  My parents worked hard in construction and assembly work.  Money was often scarce, but there was always food on the table and a roof over our heads.  I was the youngest of three and the only daughter in the family.  So, generally, in hindsight, was spoiled.  I got away with many things that my brothers did not.

I was the first in my family tree to attend college where I received a BA in Social Work and then went on to receive a Masters of Divinity from Garrett Evangelical Theological Seminary to prepare me for pastoral ministry.  I’ll write more about that in a future blog.

I wrote Blessed Assurance through Visions and Dreams essentially to give voice to all who have mystical experiences but are afraid to speak of them less they be unfairly  judged.  This book is more than a recounting of my dreams and visions.  It is a story of inspiration of a God who changes lives daily through ordinary moments that become sacred memories.  We all have those moments, we just need to be shown that they indeed exist.

My hope for this blog is to have a place where mystical experiences can be safely shared. I eagerly wait to hear your  stories.