Tom on stage in a play

 Immediately after he passed away, Tom began communicating with me from the other side in many paranormal ways. (See blog posts 10, 12, 13, 14, 17) Finally, having amply demonstrated that he was still very much himself and still present with me, he showed me the shocking truth about who he’d really been. This message came in what is usually called a lucid dream, but it was very different from any dream or even any nightmare. It was an emotionally charged vision of my husband’s sexual betrayal of me.

But Liberty Street was the final event that put all doubts about psychic insights to rest forever. I knew there was a spiritual world all around us. I knew that time as we understand it was an illusion. I knew that my dreams sometimes told me things that it was necessary for me to believe.



What I didn’t know then, was that just like the goodbye kiss in the Call of the Wild Movie was the final kiss between the two lovers, that dream kiss was also the last time I ever kissed the man I thought I’d married. Once Tom made his confession, that man was revealed as an illusion. I would soon have to figure out who I’d really been married to for all those thirty-five years.

This time, after so many previous experiences with psychic seeing, I knew what I saw was manifestly true. It was a very real dream, too real. I woke up constantly in the early morning hours, revisiting the dream, falling back to sleep and weeping throughout the dream, woke up and wept and wept more. It was a horrible dream. Not just a nightmare but the complete destruction of thirty-five years of marriage.

In the dream, I was watching Tom as his younger self, and he was chasing after other women in a way that was unmistakably sexual heat. He glanced back at me with a cold face, running away from me and after them. He was angrily ignoring me. It was impossible to believe what my vision and emotions were showing me. Even in the dream, I couldn't quite believe what he was doing: deliberately ignoring me, running after with other women, and showing contempt for me. I called out to him to come tell me if it is true that he has been unfaithful to me. Then I noticed there was a white-haired old man sitting nearby, with his back turned to me, his head down and his shoulders slumped. I felt I had to wait until he left to talk to Tom. But even after the old man disappeared, Tom wouldn’t come over. He just stared at me coldly. I woke up again and again, crying, sobbing, exhausted.

I could hardly comprehend that our marriage and almost my entire adult life was a lie. I had been completely in love with him, and he always told me he felt the same about me. We got along so well, it was as if something in the universe had destined us for each other. But his confession cancelled that out completely. My whole world fell apart.

In the manner of all of the previous psychic messages, the dream spoke directly through pictures and my feelings. The scenes I saw opened very clearly what had been in Tom’s heart. It wasn’t love. It was the very opposite of love. To say that I was shattered would be a gigantic understatement.