George Harrison is my personal Medium!

by Eilat Jelin
(Buenos Aires, Argentina)

Hello one and all!!

My pleasure to be here, on Woody's site, surrounded by everything BEATLES!!

My stories...well, mostly I see and meet the Beatles - but in my dreams. Ever since I was a child (I became a fan at 9, and am 39 now) I've dreamt about them. It never gets too personal - I am allowed to come close, to almost touch them, to BE there. There has been only one exception that I can recall, and it was this one dream, with George as the main star (I usually get to talk to Paul).

And so, we begin:

I'm about 35 in this dream. One day, I meet George - who also happens to be around that age. We hit it off immediately, and become a couple. I'm soooo excited. I think to myself "Wow, I'm in the Beatles' entourage now!! I'll get to meet them all!! I'm WITH George Harrison!!!"

At one moment, George takes me aboard his private plane, and once we take off, we sit at a table. We're facing each other. He's looking at me, smiling yet serious. He grabs a piece of paper, lays it on the table in front of me. Gets a pen, and writes something on it. The he turns the paper around, so I can read what it says:
"Hola Ne". I read it. I almost faint. I look at George, puzzled, a bit apprehensive, not quite understanding. This is the way my Dad, who passed away some years ago, used to greet me (yes, it's Spanish). And I'm very much aware, in the dream, that my Dad is dead.

I take the piece of paper, and write my response: "Hola Pa".

And then, George puts a telephone on the table. One of those old-fashioned ones. The phone rings, and George says: "Pick up".

I do. I put my ear against the receiver, and say "Hello". I listen. I hear a voice. It's my Dad. He's on the phone...He asks me how I am, how my brother is...We chat for a while...And George just sits there, smiling in a very Buddha-like fashion...

I woke up from this dream feeling very, very happy. I was with George (he had already passed away when I had this dream) AND with my DAD!!

As a footnote: I dreamt this in late November. My birthday is Nov. 25th, my Dad passed on Nov. 26, and George did on Nov. 29