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Just before going to New Zealand for Christmas, to spending time with family members, I had a dream. In this dream, my mother was sitting to my left reading to me from a book, and I was listening to her right, acting respectfully, as a son should be to parents. I had my preferred book closed at my side. I noticed that it was a book on Sai Baba, although I didn’t have any inkling about the subject matter within it, or a title. Then suddenly Sai Baba appeared between us, dressed in a yellow robe, not his usual orange. I have seen photographs of him in a yellow robe, but know that it is very rare that he wears that colour. He turned to my mother and said "Valerie, you don't need to read this book to Bruce, he is quite alright with reading about me".

Later in Tauranga, NZ, my mother (in reality) seemed to have a whole open outlook on the possibility of alternate spirituality, and asked me to do a clearing process (TFT) on her, she previously having in past years refused any of this type of help. She had seen me do a process on Myles, my nephew, after which the ten year old had expressed the startling revelation of “feeling older than I am and more responsible”. She had initially come into the room where we were doing the process and I had waved her away so that we might complete it without being disturbed. Also, she invited one of her acquaintances (a devotee of Sai Baba who lives nearby and goes to her dance socials) to come and meet me and joined in on our discussions. She expressed that in the past she had shut out from her mind anything to do with the “paranormal” as it gave her the heebie-jeebies!!!

It was no surprise to see this in actuality, and in experiencing the dream I immediately realised what it meant. There's a saying that until something is ripe, its energy is not appropriate for assimilation. Another strange synchronicity (or co-incidence) was that I had taken two books to read while I was on holiday. One of these was the "Da Vinci Code" which I had put off for some time. My mother was reading this book when I arrived. perhaps a process in action of "being on the same page?”

The colour yellow as a symbol to me is that of will and intent, plus a good conversation and communication energy in the spectrum. My mother’s change in thoughts and beliefs had transcended her need to read from the “old book”, and an openness to consider another way of looking at things in life. Sai Baba to me is the real multi-dimensional being, his teachings stating that when he appears in dreams, it is real and that no interpretation is required by another. His communication is direct to the dreamer alone. In this respect, I have refused to interpret other people’s Sai Baba dreams on this basis, even though prompted to do so. The recipient must meditate on the dream (silent contemplation) for the time needed to understand it in a personalized sense.

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It is the 18^th of February in the early hours of the morning, and I become aware during sleep that my vocal chords are engaged. I am used to this, as with one of my guides (African/Egyptian) who is a regular, and in the past has healed my throat and stopped me contracting some flu bug.

This time though, it is different as there are two individuals involved. They are both having a deep philosophical discussion regarding something spiritual. I know this intuitively, but am not privy to the issue, since I do not know the language, appearing to be conversed in Spanish. It is interesting as an observer to pick up on the energy signature of the separate individuals, both male, one older and dominant, but not with aggression. The tones of the voices are quite distinct in personality, with inflexion and accent. It is quite strange to witness a conversation while listening to your own vocal chords expressing it. As the words finished, I began to wake.

It is the 3^rd of March, and in the dreamscape, I am in the company of Charles Cannon, one of my teachers. He was in Australia at the time doing workshops and dialogues at a venue in Melbourne. As happened last year when he visited these shores, I was blessed again here in 2006. There were a number of other people there too, we all eating on the side of a long conveyor belt type table. He is seated two or three people away from me on the right. There is great joy with us all, we singing the national Australian anthem, and myself finishing off with “God defend New Zealand”, as I am a Kiwi!! From the food available, I am attracted to some small brown muffins, and reach out and take one or two. I acknowledge his presence and thank him, saying that I will meet up with him sooner or later when it is appropriate in waking time.

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