Can The Dead Really Speak To Us?

Can The Dead Really Speak To Us?

Originally appeared on CHW on May 21, 2018

Along with millions of other people, I believe the dead can speak to us. Anne Reith, Ph.D. and Preston Ni M.S.B.A. are two respected professionals who attest that our deceased loved ones communicate with us through “visitation dreams.”

Other ways the dead may communicate with us is through music, manipulating electrical devices, placing small, meaningful tokens, like coins or feathers, in our path, phone calls, or scenting a room with a familiar fragrance to their presence.

Experts agree that a visitation dream differs significantly from an ordinary dream, in that, the visitation dream feels real, vivid, and intense. Upon awakening, the dreamer feels a sense of peace and closure: and can remember the dream with clarity for the rest of their lives. They know in their heart of hearts that the visitation was authentic.

Despite the naysayers and the doubting Thomas’s, these types of dreams are commonplace. I know three people who have experienced visitation dreams: a former co-worker, my friend Mandy’s son, Simon, and myself.

Visitations: My Father

I have had many deceased loved ones communicate with me through my dreams. The first one to visit me was my father. When he was alive, he’d promised my mother that if there were a way to let her know there was life after death he would.

He visited me in 1990, about a year after he’d died. During the dream, I came upon him in a pitch-black space. Despite the darkness, I could see him. The area surrounding him was lit up like a person doing a video interview with a dark curtain behind them.

He was all alone, but he assured me that he wasn’t lonely. I could feel the peaceful atmosphere of the place, and this helped to reassure me that he was indeed okay; that being alone in this space wasn’t scary or a punishment. During our conversation, he didn’t look at me. He seemed content to gaze at the darkness in front of him. I guess he found solace in it. It made me feel a little out of sorts. I had never seen him so tranquil. I wish the tranquility had made me feel closer to him, but as in life, there was an emotional barrier between us. Something I guess we’ll deal with in another life.

My dad told me he wasn’t in heaven. Before he could get there, he had to go through different phases. I don’t know what the phases were. The way to gauge how close he was to completing the phases correlated to the souls that visited him in this black space.

At first, he would see people he vaguely knew, and then as he drew closer to the end of this process, he’d see acquaintances, followed by close family and friends. When a soul greeted him he was very close to in his life; he could pass through to heaven.

When I woke up, I knew the dream differed from others I’d had. It felt like I had a conversation with my father, where he had been an active participant, not a character acting out a role created by my subconscious. I couldn’t explain how I knew this. I just knew.

Visitations: Nora’s Father

The second visit was my friend Nora’s father. In this dream, I found myself in a lush green garden, seated at a white table, on a white wicker chair. My grandparents were also there. I waved to them from the opposite end of the long table, but that was the only interaction we shared. As I sat there, I realized that I was asleep, but I was aware and alert as if I were wide-awake. It was as if I had awoken to a new reality in my dream and I couldn’t stay long. I was anxious to hear the message Nora’s father had before I woke up.

I asked him if he had a message for Nora and he shook his head. I was confused. What was I doing there if not to pass on a message to my friend? It took me years to realize that I had asked her father the wrong question. His message was intended for someone else. Since I didn’t ask the right question, I couldn’t get the correct answer. This revelation helped me to accept a message from another loved one who died years later.

Visitations: Ben

In late August 2014, my friend Mandy’s younger brother Ben died. He came to visit me the earliest after dying. On September 20, 2014, I became aware of Ben walking into my room and sitting on a chair at my bedside. Again, once I became aware of what was going on, I had that same feeling of a time limit with my visitor. I knew not to ask Ben if his message was for Mandy or anyone else. I made the question general and simply asked, “What’s the message.”

Unlike my other visitors, Ben launched into a quick dialogue. He talked quick, and there was so much imagery in his message, more than I’d ever had from a visitor. I wrote down everything I could while in the dream, but I couldn’t remember everything when I woke up. There were too many fine details, and layers to the images for me to process. I felt terrible about that like I had let him down.

I spoke with Mandy the next day and told her everything. A few days later, her son, Simon, who did not know my dream, received a very similar message from Ben. Both messages told us not to worry, that he was sorry for leaving his daughter, and referenced phone calls. Weird!

On October 11, 2014, Ben revisited me. This time I found him alone in a kitchen. He appeared much less hurried in this dream as if he’d accomplished what’d he’d needed to for the time being and was in a sort of in-between-stage.

In contrast to my father’s calm acceptance of working through the phases, I felt that Ben was impatient to move quickly through them but had resigned himself to wait them out. I also believe he was mourning the broken physical connection to his daughter.  He told me he wasn’t allowed to leave the kitchen but wouldn’t tell me why when I asked. Before he left, we hugged, and he told me that even though he was gone, we were still friends. This made me happy. After I woke up, I felt a sense of closure and acceptance toward Ben’s death.

That was the last visit I received from Ben. Now and then, Simon still gets a visit from his uncle and a great aunt who died when he was young.

Visitations: Mr. Malcolm

During another visit, I wound up in another kitchen. What is it with kitchens in the afterlife? This visitor was unexpected. I barely knew him, but he was close to my sister-in-law, a surrogate father of sorts named, Mr. Malcolm.

As is customary with some visitations, the familiar anxiety of a time frame descended upon me, and I asked Mr. Malcolm what his message was. He instructed me to inform my sister-in-law he was okay and that he was happy. Simple enough, until I told her.

As with Ben’s death, there was another strange occurrence in conjunction with Mr. Malcolm’s demise. My sister-in-law had visited a psychic a few months before my passing on Mr. Malcolm’s message. The psychic had informed her that she would receive a message from Mr. Malcolm soon. Cue the goosebumps!

Visitations: My Grandfather

After my aunt died, my grandfather visited me. She wanted my uncle to know she enjoyed the water where she was. In life, she had been afraid of water.

Visitations: My brother, Louie

Of all the deaths, the one that had the most substantial post-mortem activity was my brother Louie’s. My mother, my other brother and his girlfriend, and I all experienced some form of communication from him. I made a list of all the exciting episodes that happened right after Louie died.

  • *May 1, 2017: Louie died
  • *May 21, 2017: My bedroom light turned on by itself. In the eighteen years I lived in my house that had never happened—ever!
  • *June 2017:
    • My brother’s brand-new girlfriend saw a man lying on the floor. She described how Louie was found after his death. She also got locked in the bathroom three times that same day.
    • My mother’s dog shook uncontrollably at night while staring into the room where Louie slept.
    • My brother’s portable DVD player fell from his bureau.
    • My brother’s girlfriend heard someone dragging his or her feet across the rug.
    • While on hold, my brother heard Louie’s voice through the cell phone.
    • Lights turned on by themselves in my mother’s apartment.
    • My mother saw a shadow standing over her one night.

During this time, I could feel Louie’s presence, and then on June 19, 2017, he visited me while I slept, and the connection I felt to him was gone. In the dream, I was sitting on a chair, and someone tapped me on the back. Somehow, I knew it was Louie. I stood up and stepped through some type of curtain and saw his face. I can’t tell you how happy that made me. He looked so young, no more than twenty-two, and had a full head of hair. I touched his face and hugged him.

Unlike some of my other visitors, Louie didn’t talk very much. But, the imagery and activity level that accompanied his visit was over the top. There was no urgency of racing the clock in this dream, which was good because there was a lot to take in. We spent a considerable amount of time together. During this encounter, I felt like I was getting a brief, behind-the-scenes sneak peek of what’s behind the veil, and only registering those things I could see.

The most critical information I gleaned from the experience was that Louie had work to do. He was dressed in work clothes and led me to what I think was a workmen’s hall. He fell in line with a group of people headed for a utility door I surmised led to somewhere—beyond. With tear-filled eyes, I watched him step through the door, knowing he was fulfilling the tasks that were required of him.

As soon as I woke up from this dream, I was overcome with a profound sense of relief and closure. For weeks, I had been on edge, hoping that Louie would visit me, so I could say a final farewell before he was completely beyond my reach.

Not everyone in my family believes in my visitation dreams, and that’s okay. We all have our belief system. Everyone’s journey to the Light is different. Personally, I think the way I’m getting there has some freaky stops along the way.

Author: Ellwyn

I live with my loving husband, two children and dog in Philadelphia, PA. I discovered my passion for writing in second grade when I had to write a book report for school. I was so excited to write the report, until my mother told me that I had to write about someone else's book and not my own story. I became indignant and decided that once I finished the book report I would most certainly write my own original story. I have been writing ever since! My self-published book Chris Kringle's Cops was a Finalist in The Reader's Favorite Book Contest for 2016. I am so happy to share this story with you.  My picture book Kamyla Chung and the Creepy Crawlies was given a 5 Star rating by Reader's Favorite Book Reviews in 2017.