Tag: dreams

Never Pursue Your Dreams…Unless…

Don’t Buy Into Think And Grow Rich, Nor The Power Of Positive Thinking Nor Rich, Dad, Poor Dad!

I’m going to tell you the harsh truth. Never, ever pursue your dreams UNLESS you have fulfilled the following (see below article) criteria. If you squawk and attempt anyway here’s the short list of what will undoubtedly happen: you will fail. You will never make money, in fact the years chasing your dreams, could have been the earning years – yes, punching a timecard, yes, doing what you hate.

Do Not Attempt To Follow Your Dreams/Goals UNLESS You Meet These Criteria:

A) You Have Support

This may come in many forms; emotional/physical usually from your parents or grandparents. Or in the fairy tale form of a wealthy, childless benefactor. Someone who is dedicated in encouraging you, believing in you, guiding you and spending time with you. Taking you to and fro – without complaining. And hopefully funneling money into…

B) Education

Not the grade school/ high school variety. Not the local vocational school. You need lessons, whether it be creative – music, arts or practical – business, construction, you must have a higher education. You had better start early. You need all of the lessons, recognition, fearlessness at the youngest age possible. College, university, graduate school, more than a bachelors in something. You need a full-on master’s or several degrees to be impressive and command your area. Why? See next line.

C) Networking

With the support of A) your parents, etc., in addition to B) all of your extracurricular activities honing your craft or interests, combined with the wallop of an extensive higher education – all this leads to exposure. With this attention, from teachers, local admirers and for this article’s sake a letter of introduction from your benefactor – comes connections. If there’s enough financially invested, purchase a headhunter. This consummates into a ‘deal.’ A real Bonafide position in your choice of field. Make no mistake ALL of these are crucial to true financial and critical success.

D) Extrovert – Not Introvert

Waiting to be ‘discovered’ does not ever happen. You must be an extrovert. With the must-haves of A), B), and C) even the most introspective author, artist, musician or philosopher child prodigy will have the confidence and security to effortlessly present themselves. This perfect storm will seize success.

Where Is Talent?

Notice that talent is not on the list. Why? Shouldn’t that be first? Without a modicum of talent, how does one succeed? Have you forgotten that other old adage – practice makes perfect? If there is even a mustard seed of attention given to one subject; repeat this over time and you become an expert. Ask anyone who punches a timecard. They do the same job day after day and they too are an expert. So, it goes with talent. Is it not often said “a little talent goes a long way?”

Don’t Quit Your day Job – Get A Real Job

There is a reason why these phrases were coined. That reason? They are WISE. Learn from them. The world is not your oyster. Do not dismiss this, I’m parting wisdom upon you. Heed it. You must be pragmatic. Do not set yourself up for failure. Slow and steady wins the race. Work at what is practical in your part of the country. Keep contributing to your companies 401K or equivalent. Yes, you will always be a worker ant, never climbing up the ladder. But something happens after decade upon decade of working. Slowly but surely, you start to acquire things. Material things for sure like a home, a car maybe three, a motorcycle, a boat, jewelry, savings. It wasn’t want you anticipated for your life. But I’m sure you’ve heard the term “starving artist”? How many of those do you know? I know plenty. And I do not want you to be among them.

The Dead And The “C” Student Catholic

The Dead Appear In Dreams To Communicate The Needs Of Their Souls

Shortly after the burial of my mother, I tried once again to sleep. As in the prior months after her death, I would pray before bed. Just as I prayed for her soul as she was actively dying, I prayed every chance I had throughout the day, too. Only the precise instance she died, a distinct change occurred. A switch was hit. A fervor ceased. A realization that my prayers, my faith, my confidence had no bearing. I had no sway, no pull, no influence on God. I continued to pray regardless, but my conviction, my enthusiasm was no longer present.

Mom Appears

This time as I slept – and like prior dreams of Holy Souls In Purgatory; these happen just before waking- I was in my childhood home. It was as it appeared years ago, before my parents remodeled. Yet I was as I am now. Dad was there frantic, waiting for the ambulance. Mom was in another room, unseen but needed help. I stepped outside the house, for the paramedics had arrived. A team entered, I watched from the grass. I sensed that they couldn’t find her. Dad opened the door and said she’s missing; they can’t locate her. I needed to start looking. I turned to face our large property. As I ran down our small hill past our outbuildings, I seen her. She was standing at the foot of another hill leading up to our bank barn. Suddenly I was in front of her. She appeared as I remembered her in her 40’s. She had on a white short sleeve blouse and dark blue slacks. I was trying to tell her she needed to come back to the house. She needed to go to the hospital, to come inside. She shook her head. It was as though; she was bursting while shaking her hands ‘no.’ She was excited, smiling without parting her lips. I was too busy trying to coax her back, that I didn’t have the presence to ask her if she needed anything from me to help free her soul from purgatory. Then it happened. She took off running at lightning speed. Up the hill and over it. By the time I ran after her, the last glimpse I seen was her already up our neighbors’ massive hill and disappearing in their wood line. I was yelling for her as I came down our barn hill and onto our neighbor’s yard. Their yard too, was decades earlier. I looked to my right, and a woman stood a distance away in what once was a garden. She had a hoe in her hands. I did not recognize her. I asked if she seen my mom. Out of nowhere a huge gray dog was near her. I knew that I was in trouble. I sensed that this gray dog would attack me. As I turned opposite, the dog was in front of me. He leapt at me. I fell onto my back. His huge jaw on top of me coming to clamp down on my face. I instantly woke. I knew it was a visit; I missed my chance to ask her what more she needed to be released from purgatory. I also was aware that I could not pursue her. I think the dog was a hound of heaven and was making it clear that I could not enter nor chase after her.

My Sister

She died just two months after Mom. Our Priest had given her the Apostolic Blessing, which I took as a ‘get out of purgatory free card.’ Turns out it wasn’t. I prayed for her several times daily. But I was not focused on her soul’s well-being, because of the pardon. One day, three months after her death, I became somewhat concerned though. I prayed to Mother Mary, my special intercessor and asked if she was indeed, okay – just in case. And several days later a strange dream happened. I was in the basement of my childhood. So, that we are clear, this is a 225-year-old farmhouse. The basement is rocky, gray, crude and no matter how many lights are on, still it casts shadows. I was there, again as I am now. The light bulb was dangling. It was heavily shadowed, mom was there by the light, this time she looked as she had before she died. She stood by an open book resting on a stand, she gestured at the book. I approached the book, put my head down and said, ‘My poor sister!’ I stepped away and lying on the floor were dying, malnourished newborn kittens gasping for air. As I took another step, I seen what I thought was a shaggy matted feral barn cat I have. Although askew, it resembled my cat with the sandy tones, orange and black, it was eating out of a bowl. Then it did something amazing. It stood on its hind legs, but as it did so it grew to my height. It walked on two feet into the shadows. I woke. But I couldn’t make any sense out of this dream.

Does She Need Help

Unsure, I went ahead and had more Masses said for both mom and our sister. But oddly I wasn’t too worried about her. So, about three weeks later, when the nagging reminder of the dream surfaced I prayed to Mother and asked, ‘Does she need help?’ And several nights later just before waking I heard distinctly my voice asking;” Does she need help?” and a loud reply in a woman’s voice said: “She needs help.” Boy did I wake up! I prayed more, gave alms and said a rosary. I procured Masses for her. Then three months later, I had THE dream.

Confinment

I found myself inside a huge, barely lit commercial industrial like building. It stretched multiple stories high which were recessed into the darkness and shadows. On the floor level were tight aisles with rows of small, closed-door closet like spaces. I was in front of one door. It was very dark, but I could make out what was around me. In front of the door, I called out my sister’s name. From inside that closet I hear a soft, ‘Yeah.’ I opened the door, and she literally fell into my arms. I held her as she curled up in my lap. And I awoke, greatly disturbed. I started praying more, but my spark, my certainty had gone. How could I help her?

My Priest

Four months later, uncertain if my efforts had helped her or Mom, I mustered the courage to talk to our Priest. I had been debating asking his advice for months. I was still at a disbelief over the Apostolic Pardon not assuring she had bypassed purgatory. The time came for me to ask; “Is it possible that a C-Student Catholic, possibly a D-Student, could have dreams where the dead appear needing my help?” He responded: “Yes. It’s our faith that we commune with the saints. Be confident that their salvation is assured. Their suffering is a separation from God, but they will be delivered.” I asked about the Apostolic Pardon – is it not the free pass I thought? “No, it is not a get out of purgatory free pass.” I told him that she’s not in a good place. He replied: “God works out of time and space. I may have seen where she WAS, but she is not there now.”

Church “Friends”

Father went onto say that both parishes (our area has combined local churches due to a shortage of Priests) have “Friends.” It wasn’t clear to me what “Friends” were. He said, “I prefer ‘friends’ to ghosts. At both churches I’ve heard voices, noises, actually several of us have. We are aware of them. What we can do is pray for them, offer alms, rosaries, our sufferings and Masses.”

Dry Prayer

Once he said this, I had to confess that all of my confidence in prayer, ended the exact moment mom died. He nodded instantly. He called this “dry prayer.” The only way to overcome it, he said, was to “keep praying.” By continuing on with my prayers, the diffidence feeling will subside. And one month later, it has. After a few more sacrifices, I will pray and ask for an update on my sister’s level of purgatory. I’m sure I’ll receive it. But first I must try harder to help her.

Footnote: After much discernment and yes, prayer, I finally came to the realization that the “animal” was in fact my sister. I recognized the resemblance. Her shaggy mane of blondish hair, the fact that she was a little taller than me, and I knew that the “cat-like animal” was female. Thus, Mom being present, too. During this prayerful period, I was reading about a Catholic mystic. She had seen souls suffering in purgatory who were “animal-like” and then I knew without a doubt, it was my sister.