Ricky and I had spent part of the day exploring a new area out in the wilderness by a small pond. The boulder that we climbed wasn’t very tall. Maybe 15 feet tall, maximum.
With his encouragement, I was able to grab the small hold (a crevice on the surface of the boulder) and slowly hoist myself up to the top where we enjoyed the interesting views of the every changing desert landscape which included lush junipers, pines, desert flowers, as well as the vast scrumptiously blue sky that was dotted with cotton candy clouds.
I stayed after Ricky left, and suddenly had the urge to climb the boulder one more time to catch a glimpse of something that I was uncertain I had seen correctly the first time.
Initially my confidence was intact as I grabbed onto the cool, somewhat slick surface of the boulder, and hooked my left hand into the hold. There was no hold for my right hand so I hugged the boulder tightly with my right arm. Two slopes in the boulder below its surface provided more than adequate footholds for me to stand on. I began to hoist myself up and then…I froze.
“Bad idea,” I thought, “I shouldn’t do this alone.” I gripped the left hold tightly, uncertain how to get down by myself now that anxiety had kicked in. I was up higher than I realized. It had been so easy when Ricky, a seasoned rock climber, was with me. I looked to my left to see the pond beneath me and knew if I let go I would (best case scenario) fall into it.
That’s when I heard a woman’s voice in a British accent say softly, “Let go.”
I couldn’t see her, but felt her presence.
Let go? I thought. Fear gripped me, and then anger seeped in. How dare she tell me to let go! I could tumble and die or be severely injured if I didn’t hit the pond water in the perfect spot!
I took a deep breath, and managed to step down from the boulder, utilizing the footholds (more like platforms) to support my body weight. Safely down from the boulder, I turned around and looked for the woman who had told me to let go. I could still feel her, but I couldn’t see her. It was then that I realized she was a spirit, not a human. Was she a trickster spirit, trying to get me to kill myself in an “accidental” fall?
How dare she! I lashed out at her and screamed, “How dare you tell me to let go! You have no permission to be here! Get out!”
I struck at her energetic presence with all my physical and spiritual might, and finally her presence turned and left me.
Gasping for breath, I woke up from what was actually a very lucid dream.
As I lay there in bed, struggling to make sense of my dream, I prayed for clarity. My mind wandered back to the fact that this female spirit had told me in the most soft and gentle British accent to, “Let go.”
I stared into the darkness of my bedroom, and as my breathing slowed to a more normal pace I no longer felt angry or afraid, but curious. “Why,” I said to the spirit, “Why did you tell me to let go? I could have fallen and been hurt or killed.”
And, that’s when I heard her say to me in my waking state, very simply, “Let go. Trust.”
My mind went back to my place on the boulder, and I drifted into that dream again. I was gripping the hold in my left hand, and hugging the boulder tightly with my right arm. My body was pressed against the boulder.
“Let go. Trust,” she said again. This time I knew what she meant. I took a soft breath, felt serenity in my body, felt the footholds solidly beneath my feet, and I let go of the hold with my left hand, and simultaneously stopped hugging the boulder with my right arm. I stood up straight and down and could see what I wanted to see above the top of the boulder without even having to climb to the top.
I awakened from this second dream before what “I wanted to see” had registered in a conscious way. But, it didn’t matter. I knew the significance—the true gift—of the dream anyway. Let go. Trust.
As I faced a new phase of my work as a Trance Medium, going online and public with my work on my 31st anniversary of working with the beautiful spirit, Dr. Peebles, I had been feeling anxious about my future, i.e., the thing I was looking for when I could see over the metaphorical boulder, i.e., the obstacles that I believed were in front of me.
At 65 years old, learning even more new things about technology, putting myself out in the public in a broader worldwide way seemed daunting. But, then I remembered that day, 31 years ago on December 4, 1994, when I finally let go of having to hold onto anything known, and trusted and surrendered into the unknown, surrendering every next moment to God and Spirit, as I went into full trance for the first time. My head went back, my mouth opened, and those fateful and resonant words came out of my mouth:
“God bless you! Dr. Peebles here! It is a joy and a blessing when man and Spirit join together in search of the greater truths and awarenesses!”
And so it began. And, so it continues.
On this day, December 4, 2025, I want to thank each and every one of you who has been with me from the beginning of my journey with Dr. Peebles, and those of you who might have just heard about my work with him. From the bottom of my heart and the depths of my soul, thank you for your support of my work with Dr. Peebles. It means nothing without you.
