In 1991, I had a dream in which I was sightseeing with my uncle and cousins. We were in Virginia, on a riverbank. My uncle suddenly told me that there was something that I just HAD to see, so I went over to a house that he was looking at and looked into the window. At the fireplace, in a wheelchair, sat a rather angry-looking man. He moved only long enough to move to a desk, where he appeared to be writing a letter. The only light in the house were the fire and a candle. From there, the dream warped into a series of scenes that took place between only me and the strange man. In the very next scene, I was in what I intuited was a veterans' hospital, and in front of me was a large orderly, holding the same man in the wheelchair, only here he was younger. He beamed at me as though I were the most precious thing he knew. He looked right into my eyes. I may have been dreaming, but this contact went beyond that. On the wall behind the man and his orderly was a plaque with a date on it: 18--. Then, the scene shifted again, and I was on a sidewalk outside of a small restaraunt. I was still in a different time period. Instinctually, I looked in the window, and there, cleaning a table off, was this same man. He was not too much younger, and at this point, he was not yet in the wheelchair. Again, he looked into my eyes and smiled at me in the same way that he had before. After this, my memory of the dream is fuzzy, but a few days later, on instinct, I asked my grandmother if there had been anyone fittng this man's description in her family. I described him physically, quoted her the date I had seen, told her that this man had appeared to be a soldier of some sort, and recounted the story about the restaraunt. She told me that there had, indeed, been an ancestor that mostly fit that description. The date, it turns out, was very close to the year in which he died. The physical description, as far as she knew, matched. He had been a soldier. He fought for the Confederates in the Civil War. Though he hadn't been wounded in the war, he did become an invalid, and the description of him alone in the house had been accurate. Apparently, when he had become ill, he had left his wife and children and ended up living apart from them until he died. I don't think he died in Virginia, but Virginia WAS a place that he had lived. Needless to say, I am further researching this branch of my family tree, as I believe that this was an ancestral visitation. It has happened again since, only it wasn't the same man: It was a slew of my ancestors from that family. I've never met any of these people, of course, but it is obvious to me that they want to communicate something to me. Please note: Before the dream in 1991, I knew nothing about this man or any of my other ancestors! How it changed my life:The sudden need to find out what these Ancestors are trying to tell me has given my spiritual life a new focus. I now feel that I have a cultural framework on which to build my worship
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