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DadsLastSunsetAug27-2014

“Dad’s Last Sunset,” by Fran Mysti Hafey-Copyright2014

By Fran Hafey

I learned some time ago to pay attention to my dreams, especially the ones that stood out or seemed to have a message for me. These are usually dreams I could remember easily or played out more than once. Each one has taught me valuable lessons.

Three months ago I had a powerful dream about snakes. I’ve had snake dreams before and I knew snake medicine can and usually does foretell of big change.

Some dreams are like puzzles, needing to have the pieces or information put together as we remember them or as other signs and pieces come to us, either in more dreams or in messages when we’re awake.

Snake not only came to me in my dreams, but I also received a visit from one in my physical home. I shared this in my June blog entry here called, “Snake Energy.”  (I quote: For now, I know I’m going through some big transformations inside and out. Perhaps I’m shedding my old skin and getting a newer, tougher one.)

Snake told me to expect very big changes in my life, ones that would cause huge ripples of changes in my own life and others around me. I thought it may have meant about my health or my husband’s health, or both. I didn’t know then, just how big the changes would be and that they had already begun. So many things are stirring and happening in our lives, behind the scenes, even before we’re aware of them.  I think my snake visitor was also trying to tell me just how fast things would happen because he came so soon after my dream. How I reacted to the snake being in my house and that I was alone when he came, are also clues to how life would unfold for me in my near future.

Just two months later and being very mindful of life events occurring around me, my family and I became very concerned about my Earthly Father, my Dad. He became weaker, losing a lot of weight and forgetting people in our family; faces and names. He began asking about loved ones that had already passed on and his energy shifted, being in two realities or realms, at the same time. Sometimes he was with us and other times he was with those on the other side. In May, we had a family gathering, in his honor, to basically say good-bye to the man we once knew. My Mom knew he was fading, maybe she already knew he was dying; she just didn’t know he would be leaving us in this reality so soon.

Dad was admitted into the hospital August twentieth with complications from illnesses he’d had for years, plus pneumonia and a severe bladder infection. The doctors ran tests and more tests and found he had cancer throughout his whole body and bones. Within just a few days Dad was brought home, where he wanted to be. We weren’t sure how long he had, but I suppose he decided he had had enough pain in that body of his and he shifted once more to crossover sooner. Hospice told us they felt he had days to hours. This news certainly got our attention fast, and it brought our world’s all a bit closer and into perspective for the sake of our Dad, who was leaving this world soon and bringing into focus how much our Mom needed all of us to help in this process of letting go of the physical, with love.

My Dad is dying. He is in his home, surrounded by those he loves and all who love him. We share good memories, strive to keep him comfortable, as we all say our good-byes. It won’t be long; his journey is almost done here, as we begin our new one.

As I finish writing, I have been called to my childhood home to be with my immediate family. When I arrived, everyone was busy with something, but someone was always with my Dad. He was not moving anymore, struggling to breathe as his body was letting go. We all gathered around him, showing our love for him and each other. We touched, we cried, we smiled and laughed. The love there in our home was  and is, incredible. It was this love that helped my Dad leave this life so peacefully and gently. As he took his last breath, we all were touching him and each other; My Mom never taking her eyes off of him. It was one of the most beautiful experiences I’ve ever had; the most loving moment of my life. We comforted each other, crying but feeling so blessed. We stayed there a long time, together, one in love and now helping our Mother whose husband of sixty six years, sixty seven in less than a month, was now gone from his body, but his spirit never dying, but living within all of us forever.

While we stood holding hands and touching Dad, suddenly the electricity flickered and went out! It was afternoon so we still had light. When the Hospice person arrived, she saw we had no electricity. We told her what happened and she explained how she had seen something like this before and it’s because of his energy and our own, connecting and creating a surge as we all touched Dad and each other to complete the circle of love at his time of passing.

More family members came to say good-bye and comfort my Mom. Some of my family urged my Mom to go to another room as they took my Dad out of the house, for one last time. I stayed for a while, but then something outside caught my eye; the beautiful sunset. My Dad’s last sunset on his family homestead on the hill in Virginia. I started taking pictures; I felt compelled to as I said out loud, “Dad’s last sunset,” and I smiled and felt peace all around me.

I know this was not a good day for my Mom or my family, and my Mom would need our love and help more than ever to get through this. She has strength from God, her family and friends, her church and she talks to Dad a lot and feels comfort in it. In time, I do feel she will realize how beautiful  Dad’s passing was and she will know it was such a blessing, one that many are not given.

A long time ago I worked in a hospital helping babies come into this world. I took their pictures and saw the smiles and love of parents and family. I’ve worked in nursing homes and birthing rooms. I’ve seen birth and I’ve seen death. My Dad’s funeral was my first, and it was beautiful. A true “Celebration of Life.” He is missed, but we all smile and remember his words he uttered to us many times in his gruff voice; rough and tough, but with love, he would say as we would part, “Drive fast kid,” which was his great sense of humor and his way of saying, “I love you.” Now he flies fast with the angels.~

Blessings and love, Fran-Mysti-September 29, 2014

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I hope all of you had a wonderful Thanksgiving filled with love, blessings and abundance! Here in Virginia, the weather was beautiful with a sunny, warmer day for November. My family and I, got outside, played some football, had some laughs and enjoyed a wonderful meal my oldest daughter cooked for us. It all came together with everyone bringing a dish, dessert, extra chairs, a table cloth, etc. or whatever was needed for a larger dinner crowd. My parents were both there, in their mid 80’s and left before it got dark for their trek home.


During the day, we told stories and talked about our latest aches and pains, but never forgot how blessed we were to be there all together. We know, not all families have what some consider a traditional Thanksgiving, with the turkey and stuffing, vegetables, pies and football games. Many are homeless, estranged from loved ones, alone, seeking work and not fortunate enough to have family and friends to gather with. I know this and do my part to help throughout the year, giving to those in need, whether it be spiritual or physical. I do my best not to complain but ask for a little help now and then when my body feels the need to slow down and take a break. 

My message for today is about really giving from the heart and how for the Holidays we don’t have to buy anything to make others happy. What we give, truly give from within, is the most important thing. 

This time of year isn’t always easy for me, not because I get depressed, stressed or feel flustered about shopping, cooking and decorating, but because I feel so much of the energy floating around from others, that’s not positive or loving, but is more about buying, getting, taking, rushing, complaining, arguing, money and much more. I do my best to keep the true meaning of the holidays in my heart
all year long, having joy and peace within as much as possible. It makes me sad to see how some people act around the holidays. The meaning of the holidays is what’s most important, not how many gifts we buy, the amount of money we spend or if we can buy the biggest gift to try and please others. I can hardly stand watching the commercials on television promoting buying a car, diamonds or monstrous gifts or the attitudes of some children these days about the holidays. It has to begin at home; passing from one to another the real meanings, the traditions, what’s really important and how wonderful it is to really put some loving thought into what we do, how we act and our attitude of gratitude at this time of year and all year long. 

What are we teaching and learning? I find that the innocence of a child about the holidays is refreshing and true. I saw a television show during the weekend called, “Cancel
Christmas.” It was about re-birthing hope, trust, love and giving gifts of ourselves, from our hearts instead of buying gifts from a store. It was very heart warming and I cried when I saw people helping each other not because they had to, but because they wanted to. There was one part I really loved when the real Santa went to the local mall and children sat upon his lap, he asked them “what gift are you going to give your parents this year?” The children looked puzzled for a minute and said, “But I don’t have any money?” That’s when Santa told them, “Gifts don’t have to be bought, you can give a gift of helping with the dishes for a week or do something helpful around the house.” When pictures were taken of Santa, each picture showed him differently, as each child saw Santa in their hearts. Santa was a different nationality in every picture! I was amazed by this creative thought the writer came up with for this television movie. Yes, it was on television, but it had a wonderful message. It was on The Hallmark channel and this time of year, they show a lot of beautiful movies that truly touch our hearts. 

Every year, I do my best to spread holiday cheer and joy, reminding people of the most important things. I’ve always loved the feel in the air, how more than not, people have the holiday spirit. When I was about five years old, I would play Christmas  records on my small record player all year round, loving the way they made me feel when I thought about Christmas trees, holly, mistletoe, snow, the loving spirited stories, the
baby Jesus, the angels, the Christmas story, family, reindeer, decorations and so much more. I just loved the magical feeling and still do to this day. That’s one of the biggest reasons I do my best to keep the holiday spirit alive and well within me all year long, but especially during the Winter Solstice, Yule, Christmas, or whatever people choose to call it for their own beliefs and way of life. 

This year and every year, give from the heart, choose gifts that feel good to give and don’t be so concerned if the receiver will think you spent enough. It’s true, “it’s the thought that counts,” and having a joy filled, no stress, loving holiday is the best gift we can give ourselves and others too. Choose to do things that feel good and not try to over do or just do too much. It’s not good when we dread the holidays coming, but when we look forward to them with the heart of a child and hold that feeling all year long! 

Happy Holidays and I wish you peace, love, joy and light always,
       Mysti~Fran 

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The Christmas Orange
by Fran Hafey/Mysti
 
In the country, on a hill in Virginia, there was a family of seven.
 
It was a small farmette amongst the trees with plenty to do. Many times for the holidays, gifts were hard to come by. The mother was a wonderful seamstress and she made beautiful dolls and clothes for the children. There were only a few gifts for each child, but the parents did their best. Not one child ever opened those gifts and asked, “is that all?” They understood about love and giving, and were always pleased.

Please go to http://mystickblue.com/TheChristmasOrange.html to read all of this story and see the beautiful graphics and hear the music to go with it. Thank you. This story is in my new book, “A Season of Love.” I hope you will click on the link to find out how to get your copy in hardback, paperback or ebook file for your e-Reader. Link to download a free eReader on webpage!!

Happy Holidays and blessings for the New Year~

Love and peace always, Mystiblu/Fran

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