Valerie Dziengiel


Dreams are one of my favorite forms of visual perception that I tend to experience from time to time.  In my view, I happen to differentiate between a dream and a vision based upon the state of mind I find myself to be under during the time of a particular pictorial experience. 

On the one hand, in a dream I tend to experience a narrative, wherein I am participating  in a lifelike activity, as though I were alert and undergoing a normal part of my life. 

When I happen to awaken from a particularly interesting dream, so that I can recollect the encounter in the morning, I will often record the context of my dream into a notepad that I keep alongside my bed because I enjoy analyzing  what hidden secretes may lie within the dream I had experienced.  

 On the other hand, for some unknown reason, during a visionary event I somehow find myself awake in my bed, after being stirred from a deep sleep, where I will occasionally find myself face to face with such things as a bouquet of flowers, intricate looking artwork, beautiful faces – or even full body apparitions of people I do not know, scenes of the universe in motion, as well as some recent destructive outlooks of possible future events here on earth.

Most of these experiences are usually short-lived and will generally disappear as soon as I become aware of the presence or visionary experience.  Although, on occasion, some have lasted long enough for me to wonder why I am privy to this type of communication; and, what I am supposed to do about it.  To date, I only try to interpret the personal reasoning for my interactions, especially since the latest events, which have to do with destructive forces, are troubling to me.

So, what do these experiences mean to me? 

Well, let me be the first to say that I am not sure.

 If you have read my book, you are already aware of some of the experiences of a supernatural nature I have encountered. 

Personally, I prefer to be open-minded when it comes to the reasons why we dream or encounter visions.   I often wonder if these experiences may be a type of prophesy, or just a fleeting experience our mind’s eye is viewing of things we do not understand as a human being.                   

 I will have to leave this decision up to you since I do not receive any special directive to define each experience.  The fact of the matter is that I do believe our free will has a lot to do with our own personal outcomes.  Therefore, one should always be aware of the fact that circumstances (whether actual or visionary) that we encounter in life do influence our actions, which in turn will shape our future.

With these thoughts in mind, I want to share with you a wonderful dream I experienced a few months ago.  It was a dream I had during the final stages of my daughter’s battle with terminal cancer . . . during a time when she faced the scary prospect of her impending death.  Although we often had various conversations that centered around the prospect of our mortality in this life, I do believe that my daughter found comfort in my interpretation of this particular dream at such a crucial time in her short-lived life.


As I awoke from an extremely perceptive dream one night, I recall finding myself in a crowded room amongst hundreds of people I did not know.  Feeling confused as to why I was there, I searched the perimeter of the room in order to determine where I could be; or, more importantly, trying to figure out why I would be unaccompanied by anyone else I knew.

Finally, after a minute of uncertainty, I realized that I was in some sort of transfer station that, out of the blue, reminded me of NYC Grand Central Station.

It was obvious to me that everyone around me was as perplexed as I, for no one had moved in any direction to indicate that they had a specific purpose in mind. 

After a short period of time, it appeared to me that no one was in charge; therefore, I felt that no information would to be forthcoming at this particular moment.  Being a person who expects proficiency in all situations, my mind began to accumulate thoughts as to what steps I would need to take in order to take control of this unprecedented situation.

Realizing, at this point, that I was indeed alone, I decided to step forward to plead my case to whomever would listen. 

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a non-conspicuous, ordinary-looking young man, in a dark tailored suit, stepped forward.  At this moment, from what I could tell, he appeared to be in charge.  

 Finding the courage to speak, I asked the young man why we were there; and, more importantly, where were we all going.

To my surprise, my question was answered with a subsequent question proposed by the young man.

“Where do you want to go,” was his reply, as though the choice was up to me.

With a sudden feeling of melancholy in my heart, it took but a second for me to reply, “I want to go home!”

Except for a few stragglers, who had other ideas in mind, my request quickly resulted in an almost unanimous chorus that resounded throughout the hall. “I want to go home as well” was the corresponding reply.

As a result of the request, things began to precipitously occur. 

First off, the man in charged asked where the descender wanted to go.  Apparently, these few people were still of an adventurous nature; for I heard one of them say that he wanted to go someplace north, Canada he proposed; while another individual said he wanted to specifically go to New Brunswick.

I soon discovered that the instant a person made a choice, they disappeared from the room and, therefore, from my dream. 

Within a matter of seconds, everyone was gone.  I now stood alone, off to the side, near a long white hallway.  My street clothes had somehow turned into a beautiful white wedding gown. 

As I looked down upon my gown to touch it, to make sure it was real, I remember thinking that although it was beautiful, it was not the same wedding dress that I had been married in so many years before. 

Without warning , a handsome new guide now stood before me.  He asked me if I had a groom to go with my gown? 

Intuitively I felt a presence, so I turned to my left.  As I looked down the long-white corridor, I saw a man approaching me.  Instinctively, I presumed that it was my husband who would be taking me on my final journey home; and, finally I felt at ease. 

Instantly, I am outside in a garden, where it was raining.  As I walk along, there are puddles in my path; so, I lift up the hem of my gown to keep it dry.

Then, to my surprise, I realize that although I can see the rain falling around me, I do not get wet.

 Finally, I see a brilliant sunlight that lay ahead; and, with a heart full of bliss, I confidently walk forward through the garden path.


It became obvious to me, as I unraveled my dream, that I must have been visualizing a review about what I might expect to happen upon my death. 

Conceivably, the people in the room, although strangers to me, were souls who might have passed on, at the same time as me.

Apparently Grand Central Station was a holding location where each person was to stay until their final destinations was determined, because It appeared to me that the souls who wanted to go home disappeared from my dream the instant a decision was made.

I can only presume that those souls who preferred to live on, in a life-form type of existence, might possibly be reincarnated in accordance with their beliefs.

Plausibly, the raindrops symbolized tears of grief for my demise.  Yet, I stay dry, embraced by anticipation that what lay ahead of me is so much greater than what I had left behind.

Finally, the fact that I end up wearing a wedding gown represents a new beginning for me.  Although I believe that it was my husband who had come for me, others have offered the interpretation that the Bridegroom had come instead.   

“The Bride of Christ Awaits the Promised Reunion


“Scripture also promises a final reunion between Jesus Christ and His bride, the church. When Christ returns in the prophesied Second Coming, He will celebrate with His bride in a wedding ceremony where the two will be united forever.”

“Let us rejoice and be glad and give him glory! For the wedding of the Lamb has come, and his bride has made herself ready. Fine linen, bright and clean, was given her to wear” (Revelation 19:7-8).

“Until then, members of the church are encouraged to be faithful and be ready, waiting with anticipation for the glorious day in which they will be united with Jesus Christ and live in harmony with Him as His beloved bride (Matthew 25:1-13; Revelation 21:1-2).”


I have heard it said that we need to concentrate on our future with optimism if we want a positive outcome.  This is so much easier said than done, especially with all of the negativity facing mankind day in and day out.

When all is said and done, maybe it is time for us to set aside some time, from of our busy schedules, to start preparing not only for our tomorrows on earth, but for an everlasting life that all will face one day.


By Valerie Dziengiel

The Spiritual Side of Death

Although I have always been intrigued by the paranormal, due to extenuating circumstances which began in my youth, I found myself wondering whether contact with spirits was at all possible. 

Due to the loss of my loving husband of 43 years, who died five years ago; the death of my elderly mother two years later; and, most recently, the untimely death of my daughter, our only child, who died on May 1st of this year as the result of a 5 year battle with metastatic breast cancer, I have been no stranger to the human experience known as grief. As a matter of fact, since both my daughter and my husband endured similar terminal illnesses, wherein I helped them both by being a caretaker during their journey through death, I eventually came to terms with the responsibilities associated therewith. In time, I began to consider myself to be one of God’s designated survivors in what I contemplate to be His plan for my existence; wherein I imagine certain souls are called upon to help others through their passage to death; which I can most certainly attest is no easy challenge.

As a consequence of these particular deaths, along with the resulting supernatural experiences I encountered thereafter, I have come to accept as fact my religious belief that for many, the spirit lives on peacefully; hopefully, in a heavenly realm where someday all of our souls will reunite and dwell within. Actually, in some ways, it is this distinct speculation that has added to my ability to heal from my own losses, as I have learned to cope with grief.

If you are interested, you will need to read my book to learn of the many paranormal encounters I have experienced in my life, especially those that occurred after my husband’s death, for it will take more than a blog to explain the statements I made in my book synopsis: “There is life after death. I have seen and felt its presence.”

As a consequence of my own experiences, I have no doubt that a spirit can make contact with whomever it chooses. The problem is that although spirits may set forth their best effort to provide evidence that they survived their death and now exist in a new spiritual form unknown to our human psyche, in many circumstances each spirit’s survivor(s) has no clue that their departed loved one is desperately trying to make their presence known.  In fact, some people may think it is absurd that our spirit would want to stick around, especially if faced with a choice between dwelling in heaven or on earth.

My response would be that death does not destroy the love we have for one another. I believe it merely puts our relationships on hold until we are reunited with both family and friends once we complete our own journey here on earth. I have even found it useful to contemplate that the soul of my loved ones are on an extended vacation until such time when we are meant to be reunited again.

As a result of my own experience that I encountered at the time of my husband’s death, I came to the conclusion that my husband’s spirit choose to share his existence between his spiritual realm and mine. Although paranormal activities were not a 24/7 occurrence, there were definite reasons that I considered his essence to be present in our home. In fact, sometimes I wondered if he actually stayed to allow me time to slowly acclimate to my loss; or, maybe his soul was just as heartbroken as mine, and he needed time to overcome his grief as well.

So, if you are interested, let me make a list of some unremarkable signs (which can easily be ignored as commonplace everyday activities) that I believe are ways a spirit may try to let you know they are thinking of you.

Is This a Sign?~

The flickering of overhead lights, light bulbs that blow out at unprecedented numbers, computer or iPhone interference such as the temporary lack of cursor control, or unexpected images that may appear on a computer screen device that remind you of your loved one are good examples of what I would consider to be spiritual interactions from the other side.

Some people find comfort in the thought that their loved one(s) may be near whenever a butterfly or dragonfly passes them by, or when an unexpected penny or dime appears.


Dreams are one of my favorite forms of communication. Often they tell a story. The secret is to keep pen and paper next to your bed and take the time to write them down, so that you don’t forget them.

Of course, dreams are always subject to our own evaluation.

I read a book written by an author who discussed his interpretation of the complexity of a spirit’s ability to create a dream based upon the spirit’s capacity or skills, or its desire to convey a specific type of message. I can’t remember the name of the book, but I certainly remember the author’s message.

The author stated that the simplest form by which a spirit can make its presence known in a dream is to drop into a dream that your mind has already created. In other words, you may be dreaming about being at a play, a dance, a dinner, etc., when suddenly you see or sense an impression of your loved one. The author indicated that this type of dream took the least amount of energy/effort/ability for the spirit to fabricate.

The author goes on to say that it gets more complicated for a spirit to create a full story line or script in the form of a dream. The author implied that under these circumstances, he believed that the spirit would need to expend a lot of energy in order to gets a complicated message across. I guess I would say that this type of dream could be considered a short version of a movie script which, in my experience, always take place in various unfamiliar locations, as opposed to a vision which always takes place with the background setting of my room.

Personally, I have encountered both types of dreams, including many occasions during which I have only experienced an awareness of my husband’s presence, meaning that I do not actually see his face.

Additionally, some of my dreams have been so realistic that when I wake up I feel as thought my awake time is my dream, and my dream time is actually my true reality. In fact, it sometimes take a few minutes for my mind to distinguish between the two.

My perception of these events often reminds me of a similarity to real life imagery of such things as flowers, meadows, people’s faces, or even the clothing that they wear. What is different in my dreams or visions is the vibrancy of color, especially in my ability to experience a richness of the details of the delicate objects or forms that I may see.  For example, the beauty I embrace while viewing various shades of colors of delicate flowers in a garden in real time cannot compare to the magnificent, exquisite beauty I am able to comprehend in my mind’s eye in these diverse stages of consciousness.

From my experience, dreams give me comfort that all is well on the other side. As a backdrop to a particular vision I experienced, let me first explain that my daughter’s husband and I took care of her, around the clock, for the last eleven months of her life since she was confined to their home except for doctor or hospital treatments as she battled the final stages of her breast cancer which had metastasized throughout her body. During her final seven weeks on this earth, she entered Hospice care and had become so weak that she could no longer support or lift herself up in bed. In addition, she could no longer swallow and would cough or choke as she tried to clear her throat. Therefore, when I would help out during the daytime, I would stand in front of her as she lay in bed, and she would extend her hands up towards me, palms down, in order to allow me to pull her up so that she could try to clear her throat. A week after my daughter’s death, I had a vision. While asleep in bed one night, I awoke to see two delicate hands that appeared before me with both palms facing down. It is important to note that this time I was the one laying down in bed, and the hands were extending down from above me, with what I interpreted to be a specific intention to help me. I truly believe this experience was a message from my daughter that she was OK; and now, it was her purpose to help me through my grief.

This is just one of the many dreams/visions that I have had the pleasure to experience. There are many people I have met since writing my book who have told me of their own circumstances that involved visitations from their loved ones through dreams or visions as well, and the comfort that it brought them.

All I can say is that it doesn’t hurt to keep an open mind to the concept that there is more to a dream than meets the eye.

Aromas ~

Another one of my favorite forms of communication are aromas.

Occasionally, I experience whiffs of delicate perfumed fragrances, mostly of roses, that provide me with healing thoughts from those to whom I pray; as well as occasionally detecting the distinct ambiance of pipe smoking, or the scent of a cigar, that will instantly invoke the thought of my husband’s presence into my mind.

Orbs ~

Orbs are interesting manifestations of light, that some people in paranormal circles believe to be spiritual in nature. 

Most often, they are only seen in pictures, similar to the circles depicted in the photo on the side.

I have actually witnessed many white, as well as colored orbs of different shapes and sizes. 

In Chapter 26 of my book, I describe an encounter I had experienced with a small white orb that appeared to me to have emitted a form of intelligence that was delightful and intriguing as well.

A  Formidable Supernatural Vision I Have Experienced ~

This is an excellent example of a depiction of an apparition I actually witnessed when I awoke from my sleep, three months after my husband had died.  Quoting from my book, I will relate the experience: 

“The unearthly apparition stood a little over 6 ft. tall, my husband’s approximate height.  It appeared to have the outline of a head, set on the shoulders of a body, with arms draping straight down alongside its indiscernible form.  No neck was visible, nor were the arms distinguishable from the chest, although the rounded appearance of a person’s upper shoulders was evident.  Despite the fact the supernatural figure looked humanlike, it had no obvious facial features or defining characteristics that I could describe.  This time, instead of the smoky consistency which usually enveloped my room, the spirit’s form was dark in color and solid looking, while the atmosphere around its presence was clear.

As unbelievable as it may sound, I was not afraid . . .  for at the time, I believed that I was observing my husband’s spirit, shrouded, in a standing position, as though he watched me as I slept.”

This event was the longest paranormal experience I have ever encountered.  As inconceivable as this may sound, I recall the phenomenon as being a loving engagement between his spirit and mine.

My Conclusion ~

It is not my intention to move the needle in one direction or the other when it comes to understanding the mystery of what happens to our spirit when we die.

Although I do believe that many of the “signs” I characterize may represent a plausible form of communication from the spiritual realm that many bereaved family members desperately seek, I accept the fact that my psychic experiences may be unacceptable to those who need more proof than the limited controversial events I have described.

Yet, on the other hand, there are those who have experienced dreams and apparitions similar to mine, who are convinced that they were touched by an interaction of the spiritual kind.

Since this controversy is as old as history itself, I only seek to offer an plausible explanation to those who wonder if their own experiences are real. 

All in all, I suggest that maybe you should take comfort in the fact that you are not alone if you have ever wondered whether you too have breached the veil of the world beyond.