The Voices Inside My Head

Spirits and Spirituality

A/N:

If you are uncomfortable, skeptical, or judgmental about religion and spirituality and dealing with it, please skip to the next chapter. I will not take any rude comments and shall report any of you who do, individually. This is my life, my story, and my spiritual belief. I do not believe in this because I was "brainwashed" or "subjected to the material since birth". I truly believe this to be true, and I can confidently say that I have experienced and seen proof to support these beliefs and fully believe and support them.

If you cannot handle the idea on reincarnation and other planes of consciousness, I greatly suggest you skip this chapter.

The next morning when I awoke, I was freaked. I had never experienced such a real dream like that until now.

I got out of my bed and looked outside at the still inky dark night. While I got ready for school, I decided that this dream was too plaguing to leave silent until after school and that I'd tell my mom in the car on the way to the bus stop.

In the car, after doing some traveling protection, I interrupted the decrees to tell my mom my bothersome dream. I could not get the woman out of my consciousness. After telling my mom a short version of my dream, she told me something even more scary.

"Lia was my great aunt and your sister in your last life."

I thought about it and leaned forward since I was sitting in the middle seats of our blue mini-van. "Did Lia have blonde hair?"

"Yes, somewhat. It was greying though."

"I could tell she had blonde hair because the she had white like hair in the black and white picture."

Penelope started speaking about her own dreams and about how scary it would be to actually be with a ghost.

When Penelope was done commenting, I said, "Mom, my dream felt so real. I literally could not move or wake myself." I turned cold just thinking about it.

"Your dad once said to me that Lia wanted to be born in this family."

"Would she have been our sister?" asked Penelope.

"She could have been your sister or your brother." My mom replied.

"I wouldn't want her to be in this family. She was so scary in my dream. So scary." I stated, shivering.

"That is because you were stuck in the astral plane with her. She was probably trying to contact you."

"That's freaky." I stated once more. "I wouldn't want to talk to her." My mother didn't reply and continued driving. We were entering the bus stop parking area, and you could see the first rays of sunshine coming over the blue mountain range. "Mom, isn't it weird how I have never heard about her before and yet her name was in my dream?"

"That just shows you how real your dream was." my mom stated seriously, gesturing with her hands.

When the bus came, I got out of the car and into the cold, dry, harsh winter wind and gathered my backpack.

"I'm going to talk to dad about it. He always understands dreams." And with that, I was off to school.