Your mother will die on January twenty-eight, 1988, and you will help her to cross over."
"Who are you?" Dazed, waking slowly from a deep sleep, I jumped out of bed and slipped my feet into cold leather slippers. Grabbing the angora sweater from the back of the rocking chair, I put it on top of my flannel nightgown and ran out the door.
Dreams Moments, The Voice in Your Dreams, Prophecy and Intuition opens the reader's mind to other places and dimensions accessed at night in dreams. Dream Moments takes the reader on a journey into the world of dreams, waking and sleeping, prophecy and intuition.
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The Voice in My Dream “Your mother will die on January 28th 1988 and you will help her to cross over.” “Who are you?” Dazed, waking slowly from a deep sleep, I jumped out of bed and slipped my feet into cold leather slippers. Grabbing the angora sweater from the back of the rocking chair, I put it on top of the flannel nightgown and ran out the door. The old dilapidated station wagon was covered with a dusting of snow. Spiked crystals of ice hung from the side of the car. The rusted door creaked open. Ice splattered across the frozen blacktop. In a futile attempt to keep warm, I blew on my hands, kicked the snow off my slippers, and slid across the icy leather seat. “Start, please,” I begged the old car pumping the gas pedal. The station wagon chugged, sputtered, and died. “Turn over,” I screamed. I wiped the fog from the inside of the windshield and searched for the registration cabin. Maybe there was a telephone inside? Recalling the Voice in the dream I had to hurry and call my mother. I jammed the gearshift into reverse and stepped on the pedal. The car sputtered and chocked. The wheels spun on the ice. Slowly, I drove away from the retreat site. Again the beat-up old car belched chocked and died. Securing the emergency brake, I got out of the car and chipped the ice from the windshield. I remembered how my father had taught me to pop the clutch on a stalled car. Scrapping the back of the slippers on the edge of the car frame the snow fell in clumps on the driveway. Quickly I got back in, pulled my nightgown down, and slid across the icy seat. Releasing the emergency brake, I put the station wagon in neutral and popped the clutch. “Go!” I shouted gripping the steering wheel. The car back fried and started. No cars in sight, I floored the wagon. It was almost 6:30 in the morning. I had to be back at White Cloud Retreat Center at seven o’clock to teach the morning meditation class. Clutching the wheel, the car sped down the deserted mountain road. A warm yellow sun rose over the Pocono Mountains melting the ice on the slippery road. A few miles from White Cloud I pulled over in front of a telephone booth. Cold air lined the booth with zig-zags of ice. A fiery yellow ball now a bright orange sun rose over the snow covered hills. Lifting the collar of my jacket around my ears I dialed home. “Mom it’s me,” I said trying to keep my voice steady. I tucked the phone under my neck and blew on my hands. Hopping from one foot to the other in a pointless attempt to keep warm, I wiped the tears from my cheeks. “Just wanted to call and wish you Happy Chanukah. How are you Mom? How are you feeling,” I asked regretting that I had scheduled a winter meditation retreat. “What are you doing up so early?” “I am stuffing a turkey,” Mom said in her usual chipper voice. “How are you? Why are you calling so early and what are you doing up?” “I’m in the mountains giving a retreat and I miss you,” I said, tears streamed down my cheeks. “I just miss you and….” I hesitated remembering the Voice in the dream. “Mom…, Mom. I just want to know how you feel.”
About Ruth Frances Hoskins, Ph.D., LCSW, BCD
Ruth Frances Hoskins, Ph.D., H.H.S., LCSW, is the Director of Relaxation International and a stress management consultant. Ruth is recognized in the 2005 National Register’s of Who’s Who in Executives and Professionals. An adjunct professor at Chestnut Hill College, Ruth teaches Health Psychology the mind/body/spirit connection. Ruth has been facilitating workshops and teaching Effortless Meditation for over thirty years. A trainer for Fortune 500 companies, licensed clinical social worker, certified relationships counselor, and a critical incident stress trainer, Ruth earned her Ph.D. in Holistic Health Sciences from Clayton College of Natural Health. Ruth is the author of No Time For Down Time, Dream Moments, The Voice in Your Dreams, Prophecy and Intuition and audios Easy Stress Solutions For You, Active Relaxation, and Wholeness Words Guided Meditation. She has been facilitating workshops and teaching dream study and the development of intuition through the daily practice of meditation and self-exploration for thirty years. Ruth is available to speak nationwide.
Your mother will die on January twenty-eight, 1988, and you will help her to cross over."
Ruth Frances Hoskins, Ph.D., H.H.S., LCSW, is the Director of Relaxation International and a stress management consultant. Ruth is recognized in the 2005 National Register’s of Who’s Who in Executives and Professionals. An adjunct professor at Chestnut Hill College, Ruth teaches Health Psychology the mind/body/spirit connection. Ruth has been facilitating workshops and teaching Effortless Meditation for over thirty years. A trainer for Fortune 500 companies, licensed clinical social worker, certified relationships counselor, and a critical incident stress trainer, Ruth earned her Ph.D. in Holistic Health Sciences from Clayton College of Natural Health. Ruth is the author of No Time For Down Time, Dream Moments, The Voice in Your Dreams, Prophecy and Intuition and audios Easy Stress Solutions For You, Active Relaxation, and Wholeness Words Guided Meditation. She has been facilitating workshops and teaching dream study and the development of intuition through the daily practice of meditation and self-exploration for thirty years. Ruth is available to speak nationwide.