There is much information at our disposal if we pay close attention to our dreams. The Bible, in Joel 2:28, says “And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my Spirit on all flesh; your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, and your young men shall see visions.” I am not religious, but I do realize truth where it exists. That is one verse that is so very true. I have had powerful dreams my entire life that have led me to know that the world is not what we are told.
I am often surprised to hear people say that they hardly ever dream or that they do not remember their dreams. This is, of course, their own life journey. It is easy to hear of someone who dreams often and dismiss the information as “just a dream.” Let’s all remember the Bible verse I just mentioned. If God is pouring his Spirit unto all flesh, giving us visions and dreams, then why in the world are we not paying more attention to the ones who are experiencing it? I implore you to sit with that question for a moment and see how it feels in your core.
There are a handful of dreams that I would like to share with you that entail my other lifetimes that I believe are happening now. As a human species at the current time on this planet, we are just now beginning to wrap our minds around the nature of our soul. The soul is a massive concept that there should be classes in school to teach us about. The fact that we do not learn about our soul as a fundamental study astonishes me. There are some that do not realize they have a soul. I get it. Not everyone experiences the same reality. We aren’t supposed to. The core of every issue facing humankind today is our disconnect with our own spirit.
The fact that I have had these amazing dreams to guide me, awesome guides to help me navigate the spirit world, and memories of things flying off shelves to get my attention truly helps shape my version of reality to my own truth. This physical reality is an illusion. It is up to me to find out just exactly what that sentence means. Even though we understand something does not mean we innerstand or overstand it. Every day is an opportunity to learn something new. Every day is also an opportunity to share something new, which is exactly what I am doing today.
Picking a handful of dreams from my library will be difficult. Some of them are popping out for me to share, making themselves obvious. Some are not. I do not want this to get too lengthy, but if you have read any of my other entries, you already know that I have much to say. Let me begin with a dream that occurred in Winter of 2017. I wrote it in my dream journal at the time. Here are photos of that entry:
It is imperative that you grasp the raw emotion that was felt in this dream. I knew I was in another reality where Kalista did not exist. The pain I felt in my chest was so real that it seemed to span through time and space. I could feel something or someone with me, as a guide and observer. They wanted me to realize that this was another version of myself that looked similar to me, and instead of having a daughter, she had a son. During the dream itself, it was difficult to ascertain the gravity of the lesson. I was yearning for my daughter, but she did not exist there in that particular body. “It’s the same soul, Kerry.” That is the key. Our connection is so vast and so true that these temporary physical bodies cannot contain it.
Before I saw the picture with the two stickers over the faces, I was outside the apartment because I had heard someone talking outside. It was Kalista, but even then, it did not look like her the way I know her. Her hair was long and blonde. She was standing nearby talking to a man and was about to leave for work. A lot of things in our dreams are meant to be symbolic. It is up to us to interpret our own dreams as to how they symbolize things in our lives and lessons we are meant to learn.
They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. During the dream, I heard a song playing in the background mention something about blue eyes. When I woke up, a “random” song began to play in my mind. ‘Reflections’ by Diana Ross & the Supremes. The first line in that song is, “Through the mirror of my mind, time after time, I see reflections of you and me.” The rest of the song is a bit intense, and I won’t go into that here. I do not believe that when Spirit communicates with us through songs in this manner that every lyric is meant just for us. In this instance, I think the first line was meant to give the message that this other lifetime was me and Kalista, but in different bodies. I looked pretty much the same, but according to the choices I made in that timeline, I had a son.
The second dream I am going to share with you is also written in my dream journal from around the same time period. There are two parts to this dream. I will type out the dream the way it is written in my journal, only making edits for grammar and such. Then I will give a short explanation of what the dream means to me.
November 22, 2017
Dream that I am dreaming. In the dream’s dream I wake up and somehow have a photo as proof of myself having a baby in another dimension. The photo shows me, the infant, and my cousin Jessica, but it is dark and cloudy. I try to show my dad (my adopted father, Joe) but he doesn’t want to see it. I show the picture to Jessica and she thinks it’s strange.
The baby is a puppy. In one life, the baby is suffocated while sleeping but it’s alive in this life now, and I am feeding it. I wrap up the baby and put a long coat on. I am naked under the coat (clothes in my dreams are symbolic of shifting into various shapes and forms while I am sleeping) and I am driving a truck down a street in Rice, TX (Where my dad lived for many years) to Kalista’s old babysitter. It is a relative of her father, Michael. She has long, dark brown hair and appears to be Native American (Kalista’s father is part Native American). They have no clue who I am, but they know Michael.
I am inside the house and there is a movie playing in a wooden room in the middle of the house. I am trying to rewind it. I am now talking to Jessica and my dad about the picture and the baby. I sense that I have a lover/husband. He is not human. I am looking behind me through a mirror, waiting for him to appear. He is afraid he will scare me, so he refuses to show himself. (I sensed Dragon or Reptilian energy.)
We are all in the back yard of this huge house. It has an antique feel, and everyone is dressed in old fashioned attire. My mom has drunk one too many glasses of wine. I know I am in a different time and am grieving for Kalista because she doesn’t exist there. I am feeling a powerful ache inside my heart chakra/chest area, like a sinking pit. The feeling of missing my daughter is deep.
After writing out the dream in the journal, I wrote some notes on how I felt about the dream upon waking. Our initial feelings about the dreams we have are so important, because we are still closely connected to Spirit when we awaken from dream time. I wrote that the night I took the picture of the baby and Jessica for proof that the baby exists, that I woke up inside the dream and was aware that I had not spoken to Jessica in seven years.
The room which contained the movie being played, and the mirror I peered into felt as if it were some portal to other dimensions. While I was looking behind me for the face of my husband, I asked myself, “How would I feel if he appeared right now?” I knew that I would be afraid, and he knew it too. When we were in the backyard of the house, everyone was drinking and partying. It was a celebration. A wedding and they were taking old timey photographs. While I am watching everyone take photos and have fun, I began thinking of Kalista. I knew she existed because we ALL exist.
While I was writing my thoughts about the dream, a “random” song began to play in my mind. The song was, in fact, so random, that it is impossible for it to be random. That song is ‘Right Back Where We Started From’ by Maxine Nightingale. If you listen to the lyrics, you will learn that love is the only thing that is true. Someone on the other side wants me to know that they love me. I have not exactly felt true, unconditional love in this reality. The love I have for my daughter is pure, but I was not taught how to love myself and I cannot show her the love she deserves until I do.
The next lifetime I will share with you was revealed to me through an out of body experience. This is something that happens spontaneously at times when I am sleeping. I wrote this in a dream journal dated November 4, 2017:
I am sitting on a porch of a house I don’t know. I think of losing Kalista again (This is around a time I was experiencing a lot of fear regarding the idea of my daughter dying before me). I know I need help in thinking more positively. I pray to my “ANGELS” specifically for help focusing on what I DO WANT, like Kalista getting married and having a baby. I picture her standing at the altar and then picture her in a delivery room having a baby.
I am sitting on the top step of a porch and Kalista comes out and sits next to me. She is sitting to my right. I look over at her and we begin having a conversation. We talk for a while and then she walks down the steps towards the right side of the house. There is a man standing at the bottom of the stairs. We are having a conversation.
I hear a voice in my head say (about the visit with Kalista) “That seemed real enough, didn’t it?” I go to the right of the house (where I saw Kalista go) to the garage and look inside the freezer. There are many bags of frozen vegetables. Corn, peas, etc. I think, “Cool, she’s been listening to me.” I think about picking them up and reach out for them. I know that I am not in my body.
I begin to think about when I die and that I simply will not have my physical body and begin to feel anxious and a little fearful. I close my eyes and realize that I usually wake up when I think about not being in the body. I look at the vegetables again and try to touch them. My hand goes right through them.
I begin rationalizing it by thinking about my soul and how it is already used to being a soul. It knows there is nothing to fear. It is me, Kerry, the soul extension who is in fear because I don’t remember. We fear what we do not know. Souls do not fear because they know.
That pretty much speaks for itself. There is not a doubt in my mind that my spirit guides are assisting me in an extremely powerful lesson in Soul 101. I am so grateful that I am able to pass this information on to anyone who may read this.
A common misconception that we may have about parallel lives is that we must look the same as we do here, now, in this version of reality. I have learned along the way that that is not correct. Here is a dream that proves it.
October 10, 2017 (The exact time I started typing this this morning is 10:10am)
***I asked to communicate with my ancestors during my sleep time***
I am in an apartment complex with my daughter to visit with my boyfriend. I have an older model white car. I go inside the apartment and talk to a large black man. I walk through the apartment. I don’t live there. There are a few people there. My car gets stolen. I go outside and see some people driving away in my car. It’s apparently a gang.
I come back with a different car. I park it out in the parking lot. The landlord tells my boyfriend that he needs to pay his rent. The landlord is Hispanic with a thick mustache. There are many people in the office paying their rent. They are paying it in cash and putting it in bank envelopes. The landlord walks away to a nearby apartment.
My boyfriend is wearing a white tank top. He is looking toward the apartment where the landlord went and checking to see if he is looking. I see a Hispanic woman waiting to pay. She is leaning against the wall. She has deep emotion behind her eyes and does not appear happy to be there. My boyfriend and his friends take people’s envelopes and it is no secret. I can hear the people mumbling about it.
My boyfriend is standing at the table slowly writing down an amount for the rent. The amount he writes is $791 (I have seen this number in dreams before and sense that it has to do with children). The gang of men outside steal my car again. I’m extremely upset about it and suggest that security cameras are installed in the parking lot. The gang steals the car so they can pay their rent. I lean into the sun that shines through the nearby window and see my hair is red. Everything else is in black and white.
I am headed with my daughter to the parking lot. She is tired and we are going home. I am in a maroon car. My boyfriend calls me, but I don’t have a cell phone. I see a tiny cell phone falling down from the building above, like someone dropped it from the sky. The phone lands in my hand. I answer the phone and say, “Hey baby. I am sitting in the car.”
Then, I see my daughter standing on the sidewalk in front of me. She is wearing overall shorts and her hair is in little braids (I have had other dreams where I saw this same girl). She is holding something in her hands. I think it is a teddy bear.
The leader of the gang steps up from the parking lot onto the sidewalk. He is pointing a gun at me. I turn to my left and see the woman sitting in the car talking on a cell phone. She is a gorgeous black woman with long, straight black hair. She is still talking. I hear her say, “He missed.” “When I lost my daughter.” “The doctor says I’m gonna pull through.”
It is extremely important that I describe to you the sensations of those three sentences I heard just as I woke up. I had the feeling that I was laying in a hospital bed saying it out loud to someone. It was not simply a voice I heard; it was a voice that vibrated through my entire being. When I heard those sentences, there was a pure and raw emotion that carried the grief of that mother. I woke up feeling extremely sad like it was me who had lost the child. When I heard the words, it was as if they were my own.
In other dreams where I saw the little girl with braids in her hair, I tried to follow her without thinking about it. I wanted to go where she is. It seemed like I instinctively knew her, but I couldn’t place how I knew her.
I feel like this dream, in many ways, is symbolic of certain things that happened in that lifetime. The people being in the office, paying rent, and the amount of rent they paid. The gang stealing my car twice, I don’t fully grasp the meaning of it all, but I know for sure that I was supposed to realize that this woman was me. The entire dream was in black and white except for when I saw my hair shining through the window. I believe that I was meant to know what happened to this other woman in her past and that we share the same soul. It is possible that with time, I will change my perspective of what these dreams may mean for me, but for now, this is what resonates.
Upon waking from that dream, I had a song playing in my head that I had not thought of in years. ‘Beds are Burning’ by Midnight Oil. It took me a couple years to figure out exactly what this song is meant to teach me. In fact, I just now figured it out. Take a look at these lyrics:
‘The time has come to say fair's fair
To pay the rent, to pay our share
The time has come, a fact's a fact
It belongs to them, let's give it back’
I have heard it said that a lot of the emotions we pick up on in our lives do not belong to us. As an extremely empathic person, I am sometimes not aware of what feelings are my own and what belongs to the consciousness of those around me. We can pick up emotions from the mass consciousness, especially the lower emotions that are commonly unprocessed by humanity, such as fear, anger, and sadness. We also carry with us the unprocessed emotions of the other lifetimes we live, or have lived, and the unhealed trauma of our ancestors. This information is stored in our DNA blueprint.
Before I had this dream, I asked to communicate with my ancestors. I am being shown that the horrible and debilitating fear I have felt regarding the idea of my daughter passing away before me, is not solely my own. I connected with this other woman through this dream and felt her emotions. It seemed like they were my own, but they weren’t, and they carried through the dream and into my waking life. Our souls have many, many lives happening all at the same time. We must learn what is ours (soul aspect or Self), and what isn’t.
I want to share with you one last dream I had. I did not write this one down because it is relatively short, and I remember it very well even though it was two years ago. The dream began with me walking down a hallway in a hospital. It seemed as if I were floating, which is common in my dreams, probably because I am out of my body. So, here I am, floating through the hallway of this hospital. Straight ahead of me is a room where there are about ten people standing around with their backs to me. One man is holding a bunch of balloons and it is obvious that it is someone’s birthday. He is wearing a rather nice brown suit, like he works in some kind of business office.
I start to get closer and closer until I am inside the room. I make my way through the people celebrating a birthday. The man who is holding the balloons looks familiar. It is my cousin, Brian. Seeing him tells me a lot right away. Brian is standing up, and not paralyzed from Muscular Dystrophy. He appears to be in great shape, very healthy and happy.
There are many others around, but they do not stand out the way Brian does. I keep moving through the crowd and come to a bed with a woman laying on it. She appears to be paralyzed and unable to move well. Her hair is red, and she has pale skin. She looks to be around my age. I float onto the bed and peer directly into her eyes. It doesn’t look like she can see me, but I can’t be sure of that. I look closely into her green eyes and realize they are the same as mine. The woman in this bed is me!
I can’t help but wonder if the woman in the bed, in that version of reality has Muscular Dystrophy instead of Brian. Learning what I have about souls, this certainly would not surprise me! I will never forget floating above this woman on the bed, and the look in her eyes. She was in very poor health, extremely thin, and didn’t seem to be able to speak. Muscular Dystrophy runs in my family, and I have another cousin named Justin who is currently bed-ridden. His speech has been affected and he is only able to communicate by mouthing the words.
My cousin, Brian, is currently in a nursing home due to his M.D. I have heard that he believes my sister, Tisha is married to a man who plays in a rock and roll band. It is so easy to dismiss things that people say as mere delusions. When you really think about it, how do we know that my sister is not married to a rock and roll man in the alternate reality where I am bed-ridden with M.D., and Brian is wearing his brown suit to the office? With quantum physics, I would say that quite anything is possible.
When I was a child, Quantum Leap was one of my favorite TV shows. I have heard that when you go back and watch your favorite shows and movies you had as a child, there could be messages for you contained in them. So far, I have seen a lot of personal synchronicity with Quantum Leap. We are living in a time where massive shifts are occurring all around us. The world is as magical as we believe it to be. How magical is your world?
With all of these lives I have visited, one thing is for sure, love is the only thing that matters. I say all the time that my life is so intense and that I wish I could just relax more and not think about all this existential stuff. There was a time when I longed for some real meaning to my life. I felt like I had been abandoned here against my will and that nothing made sense or mattered in the end. I always believed in God but had no real clue what God was. I dreamed of being loved unconditionally by anyone who had the capacity. I have discovered along my journey, that love is the only thing worth fussing about. If it isn’t love, it isn’t true.
It is safe to say that the fear of death or losing our children is the worst fear we hold. It certainly has been prevalent in my own life. I am being taught how to rise above this fear by learning about this elusive and mysterious “other side.” Why am I being shown this? How many others are here learning the same lessons? I know I am not the only one. The love we feel for our family and friends never dies.
Imagine one day that humanity is able to simply walk through a portal and step into other planes of existence. How magical would that be? What would we do if we could meet other versions of ourselves? How about meeting other children we have? Maybe that isn’t how it should be, but I think it would be amazing. If we were made fully aware of the nature of our souls, would we ever worry about dying again? I see a world in our future where fear is a thing of the past. I am grateful to be here helping to usher in this brave new world.
Let me end by saying that I do respect this school of mystery for what it is. If not for my indoctrination into this dense 3D world, I would not have such a sense of magic now. Everything I am learning is wonderful news for someone who used to feel so alone in this world. Learning that not only do I have an immortal soul, but that I live many lifetimes is a lifechanging event. The body can be seen as an avatar for our souls to slip into, and then slip out of when it expires. What an enlightening thing to learn! Allow yourself to step into the portal of your soul and there is no limit to where it can take you.
My name is Kerry Eppler and these are my true tales. Relax. Enjoy. Be inspired.