When I was around five my parents were divorcing. Every night I had the same horrid dream of a man walking down the hallway to my room. He was from a different time. Long hair, a tied knot at his collar, and creepy long fingernails. I would scream, wake everyone up, then he would go away. Decades later, upon doing some pre/perinatal work a friend said let’s go back and find out what he was there for.
So I regressed back, pictured him coming to my room, and instead of screaming I said: “what are you here to tell me.” He replied, “there shall be death and destruction upon you and your family, for your mothers sins.”
Years after that experience I received a bunch of papers from a Henderson second cousin who had been looking into our ancestry… and when I opened the packet.. there he was. A picture of the same man who had haunted my dreams. Reverend Ebenezer Henderson.
My Mother had found love elsewhere, and I think he was there to protect his great great grandson.
"Now she gazes down from the hillside, whispers in the breeze, and floats along the current of the creek, with all the ancestors who came before her." Hemingway could not have said it better,,,and no mucho mas tequila needed from that bar in Taxaco
When I was around five my parents were divorcing. Every night I had the same horrid dream of a man walking down the hallway to my room. He was from a different time. Long hair, a tied knot at his collar, and creepy long fingernails. I would scream, wake everyone up, then he would go away. Decades later, upon doing some pre/perinatal work a friend said let’s go back and find out what he was there for.
So I regressed back, pictured him coming to my room, and instead of screaming I said: “what are you here to tell me.” He replied, “there shall be death and destruction upon you and your family, for your mothers sins.”
Years after that experience I received a bunch of papers from a Henderson second cousin who had been looking into our ancestry… and when I opened the packet.. there he was. A picture of the same man who had haunted my dreams. Reverend Ebenezer Henderson.
My Mother had found love elsewhere, and I think he was there to protect his great great grandson.
Thank you for your story Virginia.
Holy moly!! That is wild! I guess the dead don't totally die.
Whoa! That’s incredible.
"While I have not gone full 'woo-woo,' I have embraced just enough 'woo' to begin work"
So you've gone wee-woo?
Haha I suppose so!
Great stuff. Always enjoy your insight and wry humor.
"Now she gazes down from the hillside, whispers in the breeze, and floats along the current of the creek, with all the ancestors who came before her." Hemingway could not have said it better,,,and no mucho mas tequila needed from that bar in Taxaco
Beautiful.