Happy New Year, everyone (almost.) As we count down the remaining hours of 2024, I wanted to share some exciting news. I’m releasing a new book on 2/2/25. Mark your calendar so you don’t forget to buy a copy that day. I’ll soon release the title of the book. It covers a wide range of topics, such as past lives, guardian angels, psychic abilities, dreams, messages from Heaven, signs from the Universe, and so much more.
The book’s format is pretty straightforward. I’ve taken some of the most interesting questions people have ever asked me, and thoroughly answered each one of them. The book includes a plethora of fascinating stories and plenty of humor throughout. Anyone who purchases a copy on February 2nd can have their book signed at my book release party three weeks later on February 22nd (my tenth anniversary of becoming an author.) More details are coming soon on that. But trust me, you don’t want to miss the book signing because while you’re there, you can enter yourself for a chance to win a Soul Discovery session valued at $333.
Buy the book: February 2nd
Come to the book release party: February 22nd (location will be announced later.)
Mark your calendar.
Meanwhile, here’s a short little sample chapter from the upcoming book. I hope blog post finds you well. I wish you happiness, health, and prosperity in 2025.
What’s the deal with dreams that come true in real life?
I recently dreamed about riding an ice cream sandwich down a snowy hill like a bobsled. On my left was a smiling Ewok from the Star Wars films. On my right was a floating skull with flames shooting from its mouth. I assumed they were racing me down the hill.
When my ice cream sandwich sled reached the bottom, I played a drum solo on a pile of oversized mushrooms. Then, it started hailing, but I realized quarters were falling from the sky rather than hailstones. So, I held up my umbrella… which turned out to be a giant candy cane attached to a hula hoop… which wasn’t much help at all. That’s when I woke up.
Unsurprisingly, that dream hasn’t come true. Not yet, anyway. I’m still holding out hope, though. I think it would be fun to ride an edible sled. Plus, maybe I could convince the Ewok to be my roommate. I’m not sure what my cats would think about that. But life without whimsy isn’t much fun. So, a guy can dream…
Although that particular dream never came true, I’ve had plenty of others that did transpire in real life upon waking up. I once dreamt my aunt, Joan, was having a baby. The very next day, I learned she was pregnant. I once dreamt the speakers in my car stopped working. The following day, on my way to school, the music stopped playing. I later learned it was due to faulty wiring (the first and only time I’ve ever encountered that issue with my vehicle’s speakers.)
Although neither example was Earth-shattering, both cases defied the statistical odds of it merely being a coincidence. So, what’s really going on when it comes to prophetic dreams? And why can’t we dream about the lottery numbers instead of car speakers and babies?
In the early stages of my psychic journey, I didn’t realize what I know now. If psychic abilities are not used, they accumulate within a person. Much like a faucet dripping into an empty cup, a tipping point will eventually happen, and the cup will overflow.
The same thing happens when it comes to psychic abilities. If they aren’t used, consumed, or drained, they’ll eventually spill over in the form of a dream that comes true in real life.
If you’ve ever had a dream that later came true, you likely possess more psychic mojo than the average person. Here’s some perspective for you. In 1995, a statistics lecturer named Chip Denman created an intricate mathematical equation. He concluded that based on probability and chance, an average person is likely to have a precognitive dream once every nineteen years. So, it’s not impossible… but it certainly doesn’t happen very often.
He said the equation does not account for variables such as psychic abilities or the gift of prophecy. So, if precognitive dreams become commonplace, it’s not a stretch to assume the dreamer is highly intuitive. So, sleep well tonight. And if you happen to find a sled that looks like an ice cream sandwich, please let me know. I’d buy it faster than you can say Nostradamus.
Cheers,
Andy