Chronicles of a Dreamworker Newsletter, v.47 – Insights for Intuitive Living –Special Issue–
Hello there Intuitive Friends,
I have a personal mediumship practice in which I connect with soldiers and figures from America’s past, then validate the information I receive against historical records. Part of my lifelong interest in American history was inspired by hearing the call of those who had already passed on, no doubt.
Today America celebrates it’s 250th anniversary since it’s founding. Yet, America still finds itself struggling from birthing pains, still debating over the questions of “What does it mean to be free, and who is really American?”
I can’t help but think of the people I’ve connected with in Spirit that didn’t just believe in the American promise, but sacrificed their own lives to help us get to this point today. Today I’d like to share one of those stories with you.
I work with a guide on the other side, an American Revolutionary soldier named Jean Baptiste “Jonas” Chaison, R.S., who I call Jonas. Jonas fought in man major battles, including a battle near my current home in Eutaw Springs, South Carolina. We also have several other mind-boggling similarities in each of our stories. When I channel I ask for his help specifically with bringing forward soldiers who’d like to speak with me. He has introduced me to almost a half a dozen soldiers I’ve been able to verify through historical records, including descriptions of injuries, significant dates, and other details.
One day in early November Jonas brought forward a new soldier for me to meet. I first received the name “Issac” then the secondary name I couldn’t figure out, but it I knew it started with an H. I then clearly received the year 1745. It then looked like Isaac may have been injured at some point.
Next I was shown an image of an apple, which I assumed had a significant relation, or was a symbol of something being shown to me, possibly wisdom or knowledge. Next, I saw George Washington in a tri-point hat on horseback, and the feeling of esteem came through me, like Washington knew this Isaac or of him.
Finally I was shown a woman and some letters of her name I couldn’t make out, “-a-t-h-e.”
I thanked the gentleman for coming through and to Jonas for his assistance. I closed my session and began my research. I was rewarded almost immediately. My hands began to tremble and my stomach dropped as Issac’s story unfolded before me.
Colonel Issac Hayne of Jacksonboro, South Carolina was born in 1745. He was a wealthy planter and plantation owner who joined the patriot cause during the American Revolution. He and his wife Elizabeth had several children, but most of them died very young. Hayne was eventually captured by the British and taken to Charleston. During his jailing he was kept in the infamous Old Exchange Provost Dungeon on Broad Street.
While imprisoned, Hayne received word that his wife and children were deathly ill with smallpox. He pleaded for release to return home and care for his dying family. He was granted parole as long as he promised to never take up arms against the British crown again. The British also agreed that Hayne would never be forced to fight for them. Colonel Hayne was released and returned home, but sadly his wife Elizabeth passed in 1780.
Eventually the British retracted their agreement with Hayne and demanded he return to fight for the Crown. Hayne felt they had violated his parole agreement and refused. He then took up arms for the Patriot cause once again.
This made Hayne a target for the British. He was captured again after falling off a horse trying to escape during a skirmish on the Ashepoo River. Hayne was taken back to Charleston and hung before a crowd in August 1781. The British used him as an example of what they threatened to inflict on any other traitors to the crown. Hayne was 37 when he died, leaving behind his now orphaned children and his plantation.
Hayne’s hanging infuriated the patriots as they felt the British has ignored several reasonable rules of war. This added tremendous fuel to an already raging fire of resistance burning in the Carolinas. General Washington was notified of Hayne’s sacrifice in correspondence from an incensed General Nathanel Greene. It is said that they cheered Hayne’s name as motivation for the soldiers who later fought in the Battle of Eutaw Springs and the following Battle of Yorktown that ended the war with the British surrender. I was stunned, inspired, and once again grateful to Spirit, Jonas, and Colonel Hayne for coming through.
Some time later, I was reading a book on the history of my favorite lowcountry barrier island, Edisto. I’d checked it out at the library and immediately began reading once I got home. Within the first few pages I read the story of a soldier who was from Edisto, who happened to be jailed in the Provost Dungeon with none other than Colonel Hayne. Sadly that soldier’s wife also died giving birth just before he was freed. I was grateful to see Colonel Hayne’s story being told, and I felt the assurance I usually get from Spirit when I’m on to something in my historical research. I made note and knew to keep my eyes and heart open.
A few weeks after the book, I was driving down a part of the interstate I only go on every so often and I passed a sign that read, “Colonel Issac Hayne Memorial Highway.” I’d never noticed that sign before but I knew I did for a reason that day. I began researching Colonel Hayne further and saw that the South Carolina Historical Society had his personal journal in their archives. I also saw that his family burial site had been memorialized on his former homesite, not far from our beloved Edisto Island. I made a plan to go out and visit it someday soon.
A few months later, we are on the way to Edisto for our family beach vacation. I’m driving along, turning and trying to follow the many backroads the route takes us. It’s been a few years and we’ve not really come this specific way before.
We’ve been driving for over an hour when I see a sign with a familiar name up ahead.
“Colonel Isaac Hayne Burial Site,” says the sign. I nearly slammed on the brakes in shock.
“Isaac’s burial site!” I exclaimed. At this point I had told my husband Joseph of my connection to Colonel Hayne several times. I had no idea that we would be passing by his burial site on our trip. My family being the supportive, loving people that they are agreed to stop back by the gravesite on our way home to pay my respects.
During our break I relaxed but also looked forward to meeting what felt like an old friend at this point. I had not tried to channel Colonel Hayne again but felt very welcome to come and honor him at his resting place. I stopped and bought a small bouqet of white flowers before we left the island.
After a drive down a mile-long dusty, dirt road, we approached a clearing with the well-kept and gated burial area to our left. We got out and made our way quietly through the gate.
We took our time reading the gravestones, and I shared what I could recall of each of their stories and how they were related. I laid the flowers down next to the Colonel’s stone, and stepped back for a quiet moment.
I don’t typically like to channel at burial sites, battlefields, or some historical places due to the amount of energy that tends to reside in them. I don’t always get the clearest messages. Plus, it kind of feels rude to go knocking on a stranger’s door to another realm kind-of-thing for me. However I felt safe and supported by Spirit and welcomed by Colonel Hayne with all of the signs I’d received over the past few months.
I closed my eyes and a beautiful couple came forward. It was Colonel Hayne and his wife, Elizabeth, arm in arm. She wore a beautiful maroon gown of the period with her hair pinned back, and he was in his soldier’s uniform. Around them several little children played and scurried, everyone had smiles on their faces as the parents looked down lovingly to their children, then back up to me.
I bowed in reverence and gratitude. They returned the gesture, then turned around and walked off into the distance together. I opened my eyes and could only smile. Colonel Hayne had been reunited with his beloved family in Spirit.
America may be turning 250 years old but in context as a nation we are still very young and we still have much to learn. We have many more pains to tend to and wounds to acknowledge before we can begin to say we are truly the land of the free. From the genocide and displacement of indigenous ancestors, to the trafficking and enslavement of thousands of African people, to today and the unlawful treatment of immigrants, minorities, and our poorest, sickest citizens. We still have much to reckon with.
While there is much tragedy to our history, my goal is in sharing it is to help give a voice to voiceless, and also acknowledge that there is a chance for reconciliation and healing not just on the other side but right here, right now. America’s history is complex, but it is ours. We should not be proud of every moment in our history, but we can’t let that stop us from embracing the truth and the pain its caused, or from allowing us to do better. Every story deserves to be told, every person’s humanity and dignity deserves to be honored. We must let truth and compassion light a better way forward for all the souls who have come before us and those that will follow our own footsteps.
If you have an intuitive dream or experience you’d like to share I’d love to hear from you. Drop me a message at dreamworkerchronicles@gmail.com or connect with me on Threads and Instagram at @dreamworkerchronicles.
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