I Am. Beyond Dreams

By Kaitlyn Rune

I Am. Beyond Dreams is my life journey with extrasensory perception beginning in 1978 at the age of fifteen. The first and heartbreaking experience 'The touch from heaven' was the start to my journey. Later, precognitive dreams, telepathy and premonitions began to flood my life and I had no comprehension to what was going on. The concept and validity of reincarnation came as another complication with the emergence of the astral body like a chick hatching from its shell. Meanwhile, my search for the understanding of how these abilities were produced, led me to truly believe we are not just physical bodies going to dust. We are more than what we perceive and our souls are much more advanced than what we realize.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kaitlyn Rune
• Release date: Mar 6, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005078522

Kaitlyn Rune

Kaitlyn Rune works and resides in British Columbia, Canada. A continuing student of life, love and energy. With the added bonus of learning the craft of writing and painting of wildlife and scenery.

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I Am

Beyond Dreams

Kaitlyn Rune

With tremendous love for my mom and dad who have passed over yet are near still

Also to my friend who is more like a guardian angel on earth

Contents

Introduction

Chapter One How it all began

Chapter Two Our Beginnings

Chapter Three The Dreams Begin

Chapter Four Reliving and Releasing

Chapter Five Problem Solving Dreams

Chapter Six The Prince From My Dream

Chapter Seven Past-Lives

Chapter Eight The Astral Energy

Chapter Nine A Health Dream

Chapter Ten Health dream materializes

Chapter Eleven To be Awake

Chapter Twelve Precognitive, telepathy, dreams

Chapter Thirteen Mind projection

Chapter Fourteen Spiritual Progress

Introduction

Death is immediate and final. After death touches our life we are never the same again. We realize we will never share life together in our physical state again. Our whole life is knocked off balance. That person who was so physical in our life has suddenly vanished and feels like our own soul has been ripped away never to return as well. It is the ultimate question. Do we live after the death of our body?

After an experience at fifteen that left me in awe of what death truly was, dreams and intuitional interpretations became a way of life for me. These dreams came true. They were vivid just like movies playing in my head. Years later I wondered if the experience had sparked my ability to produce them and then I also wondered if I had the ability before.

At fifteen I knew nothing about scientific studies of the brain nor did I have any understanding about the laws governing our sleep. Research was limited in those days. There was no information highway. No internet the way it is now and neither the library or book stores were of any help. I had nowhere to turn except one or two books that actually gave me some insight. But when its happening to you, your curiosity is strong and unsatisfied and all you really want to know is why it’s happening and how it’s happening and where it’s coming from. This story is my life journey of questioning and searching for the truth of this hidden yet amazing ability and also leading me on to the confirmation that life after death was exactly how I had seen it.

Chapter One

How it all began

I was a very quiet and curious child at five when I buried a box in the dirt containing what I thought my personal items, a doll comb and mirror. I did not like people looking at me and growing up I remained in that shell. Not wanting to step out and look around. Frozen in a state of time, never changing or rearranging that personality I was born with. In 1978 at fifteen a profoundly beautiful experience raised my awareness of something just as natural as the beauty surrounding me of the skies, trees, ocean and rivers. Death hadn’t been our agenda as topic of discussion and we did not attend church but I had always been in my own realm where the sky touched the earth. In the natural elements.

The experience touched not only me but my older sister who was going on seventeen and dating a boy she’d fallen in love with. This was her first true love and his as well. I met him once or twice and knew instantly he was the type of person who’d give the coat off his back for a stranger. He had an unusually kind and caring personality and it was a great loss and tragedy to hear he died in a house fire that night. My sister was heartbroken and devastated. We could not understand why this happened to him of all people and why bad people were allowed to go on living. We couldn’t understand why this happened at all and were more in shock than anything. That night I joined my grieving sister in the room we shared.

It was a large bedroom while our mom and our oldest sister had their own small bedrooms. I snuck in quietly to my bed beside her bed to see her buried head beneath the blanket.

Our single beds were about three feet apart, parallel to each other with our headboards against the wall.

Sometime during the night I awoke from a light brightly shinning into the room. It started out what I thought was a flashlight shinning into the room. But this light was coming from the wall behind me, illuminating my arms, my bed and the counter along side my bed and everything on it. I sat up and turned around to see this glowing sphere of bright light spread wider and growing brighter until the brown wallboard behind had disappeared.

As the light sphere spread larger, brighter and wider the center revealed the shape of a person. As it took form with features, I recognized my sister’s boyfriend. I moved around to face him sitting sideways across the bed and leaning on one hand. I saw my pillow, and he was right in front and a little above me because I was looking up a bit. I immediately noticed his hair. The last time I saw him alive, he had shoulder-length hair and now it was below his shoulders. However, it wasn’t the length but the light that was dazzling in his hair and radiating out from him. This light shone so bright it was as if hundreds of stars twinkled in each strand of hair. The light surrounding his body was so brilliant and beautiful white that it seemed to pulsate in and out of him like it was moving on its own. To me it radiated an overwhelming sense of peace and pureness. I could feel it. The image of him stopped at his torso, I could not see his legs or feet. He wore, what I made out to be a beautiful white suit.

In the split second that we held eye contact, I knew that death was as simple as going to sleep and waking up again, this message and the following came from him telepathically.

I watched him turn his head to look at my sister in her bed and I knew he loved her and he missed her. His face was sad as he looked at her. He turned his head and looked at me again and put his hand out and over the top of my head and patted it, just as a kindly older brother would do. Then he and the light disappeared. I lay down and eventually went back to sleep. In the morning I remembered everything as I remembered it clearly for the rest of my life. Peace and joy filled me, with no reason to be sad. I wanted to tell my sister right away but I did not have the heart to wake her. I found my mother and older sister were up so without hesitation I told them everything I had seen.

I finally went into our room to see if she was awake and she was but still in bed. I sat on her bed and told her everything. She surprised me by asking if I had sat on her bed in the middle of the night as I was doing at that moment. No, I hadn’t and we concluded it was probably him. Even though it was a painful and heart wrenching time, this amazing experience grew like a seed bursting within myself and gave an astounding sense of peace for death. I had been touched by heaven. I became forever curious about life after death, dreams and telepathy. For a long time after, there was a glow internally with the peace that radiated from the brilliant light. I was no longer grieving. In my heart and soul I was positively aware there was life after death.

Chapter Two

Our Beginnings

Have you ever been curious about your birth? Why you were born or raised in a certain place or time? I was intrigued with my own birth story. I was instantly seized by my mothers lips on every birthday, as if she had a great tale to tell and she did and I needed to hear it like air to breath. Her own past, her own story, was not just about her being raised long ago in that early era but it was about the changes of her life that were like branches of a tree, how they spread and cross other branches and sprouted new growth. Those changes in her life were intrinsic for my life to be. My birth, my life, sprouted from her own journey. My birth story unique because of her journey, her birth story unique because of her mother’s journey and so on.

To deliver a baby by speedboat to hospital was not the most ideal way but the only way on the west coast of Vancouver Island in the early 50s and 60s. The pain my mother and other mothers of the isolated coast endured while going into labor was compounded by the hull of the boat thudding against crashing waves and choppy rollers. I imagined the sea sickness that only added to their misery.

The Esperanza hospital was built in 1937 by a doctor and a shanty man missionary for the sake of the loggers, miners, fishermen and Nootka Natives who lived and worked in this remote region of the island. My two oldest sisters and I were born there and it was in it’s day a huge white building looking more like a gigantic royal house with green jewel studded trees rising up behind. In front swirled the Pacific ocean sparkling and dancing in high blowing winter winds or calm lapping summer tides. Silence for miles except for once in awhile a speed boat charging in with a patient. Five eldest were born in Vancouver and the last three girls born there. We smiled listening to mom recite our birth stories and maybe it was special and unique to us only because we three were born there and not the eldest five. It was just a special feeling to us and for years to come we had the longing to see our hospital. The day came though, when I was older and realized that we had a stronger attachment than we’d first thought.

After I turned a year old, my dad moved us to the central coast of the Island where our parents bought an old farmhouse. In the surrounding forest the imagination of my two sisters and I came alive. We only had one channel on the television and we were not allowed to watch it during the day. We did not have anything to entertain us except a few old hot rod cars passed down from our brothers. We never cared, we never knew anything else but what we wanted to be, like a princess being chased by a bad man.

Or riding our own make-believe horses or climbing trees and sailing away in ships to other far away lands. We loved our little world in the trees in our make believe and would never have traded it for T.V. Or any toys.

All too soon our fairy princess and enchantment came to an end with our dad leaving and parents divorce. After our house sold we decided one day we’d buy it back and move home again. We had grown another attachment to that old creaky house, the mossy trees in the deep dark forest, the horse field and places to hide.

My mom and the three of us were suddenly on our own. She bought a trailer and went to night school. She found work and us girls were literally thrown on our own two feet. We were not really troubled teenagers, we got tough, my sisters never put up with any guff from anyone. Or maybe we never got over the break-up of our parents and our father leaving us and we built walls of protection, walls of resilience.

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We still lived together but we did our own things. My sisters met friends and I’d sometimes follow along but mostly I stayed at home, especially after mom found out we were going to too many parties. She wanted to save me so I remained at home while they escaped.

The tragedy of my sisters boyfriend came while I was fifteen and I understood my sister’s devastation and seeing him appear on my wall during that night rarely happens to anyone. But I kept it between my self, mom and two sisters. I thought I was a normal teen. I most definatly knew I was more shy and quiet than most but I thought I was absolutely normal. Then something else happened and to me seemed more bizarre. Seeing him was natural but this next thing was even more strange by far!

I began sensing the presence of someone only in the living room! I sensed it was a man even though I could barely see him. It wasn’t a ghost. It was just like being in the room with another living person except I couldn’t see him in the normal way with normal vision. It was more intuitional yet very powerful. I knew he was watching me like he was waiting for me to see him. After a few days of this and on this one occasion I had the eeriest feeling he was behind my mom as we sat and watched television. I looked up and saw a vague outline of a figure through a thin veil of space. I wasn’t crazy and it wasn’t my imagination. But naturally I wanted to know who he was. I’d heard about meditation and if this was the only way to find out, I would try it. I came home from school to a quiet, empty trailer.

I knew what to do, I’d been planning it. Mom had a full-time job and wouldn’t be home until five. I didn’t think she wondered much about me because I never led her to think anything was going on. Besides she had lots on her mind all of the time, there was work and older family members, issues like, births, weddings, birthdays, they liked to visit a lot too and so it was a constant busy time.

I asked loud into the empty room, who he was. I then had the feeling he wanted to come through. I had another feeling that whatever was going to happen was not going to take long. Like I said, Bizarre!

I sat on the carpeted floor in my bell bottom jeans and hearing the ticking of the clock on the wall, closed my eyes, relaxed and took deep breaths. I relaxed so quickly and easily, it seemed strange that I was on the edge of sleep so soon. This being my first meditation experience, I never expected it to happen so fast. Suddenly I felt this floating away, it seemed like one part of my body was trying to separate from the other part of my body. It was a wobbling sensation almost like seeing in 3D. But I was suddenly nervous and I automatically knew this should not be happening during the daytime. And I thought meditation was only for relaxing, not this! Startled, I opened my eyes and saw a man sitting in the lazy boy chair right in front of me. His facial expression was one of questioning. He was an older gentleman wearing a dark suit and what stood