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It’s not just mothers and fathers who can come back with warnings. Any relative you were close to can come with a message; I have even heard of great-grandparents who had never actually met the person in question bringing advice, but in those instances they tended to be a well-known family character who everyone was familiar with.

One woman I know got a message from her grandmother and was asked to pass it on to her son. Maybe he wasn’t listening and that’s why his mother had to be the go-between, but this is how it happened.

Sarah had a very disturbing dream one night. She saw a boy’s severed head rolling along the ground in a motorcycle helmet, and she saw the bike lying on its side with red stripes on the bodywork. Her grandmother’s voice came through in the dream, saying, ‘Please don’t get it. Please don’t.’

The very next afternoon her twenty-year-old son Nicolas popped in for tea, looking very pleased with himself.

‘I’ve just put down a deposit on a motorbike,’ he said. ‘I’ve been wanting one for ages and this is perfect, and at the right price too.’

Sarah froze in her tracks. ‘It doesn’t by any chance have red stripes down the sides, does it?’

He stared at her in astonishment. ‘How on earth did you know that?’

She told him about her dream and begged him not to buy the bike. Now, most boys his age wouldn’t listen to their mother going on about a dream they’d had, but Nicolas was a very sensitive boy, and something about her dream struck a chord. He’d been having some dreams himself—vague ones he couldn’t remember well when he woke up in the morning, but he sensed there had been a warning in them.

‘I can’t really afford to lose the deposit,’ he said, ‘but I’ll see what I can do.’

‘Don’t worry,’ Sarah said. ‘I’ll pay you back the money so long as you promise me you won’t buy the bike.’

She didn’t have to do that, though, because Nicolas asked around amongst his friends to see if anyone else was interested in buying that particular bike. Sure enough, his friend Greg said he’d be delighted—it was exactly the kind of bike he’d been looking for.

And then a month after he took delivery of the bike, Greg was killed in an accident caused by mechanical failure of a crucial part of the bike.

Nicolas was devastated and blamed himself for a while, and his mother came to see me to talk about it all. I explained to her that it had been Greg’s time to die but it hadn’t been Nicolas’s and so there was no point in blame. Even though none of us would want someone we know to come to harm, it’s the law of the universe that there is a time to leave our body, and circumstances will arise at that time in order to help our soul on its journey.

What Nicolas has to do now is work out why his life was saved. There must be some purpose, some mission that he has to fulfil, and he should concentrate on finding that and living the rest of his life well. Sarah told me that he has started talking to his great-grandmother and asking her advice, which is a fantastic idea. I’m sure he’ll go on to live a very valuable life now.