I was half awake
and half asleep, but I was very aware of two words
printed in capital letters above my upper visual
screen: "TEXACO CHIEF" The words
were surrounded by an aura of white light. I pondered
the meaning of the words and reminisced... The only Texaco
person I knew was my Dad, but he wasn't a Chief.
He just had worked there for twenty-five years until
Slipping back into a deep sleep, I could see myself
in an old house on a hill. I took a long wooden-handled
tool, similar to a rake, and began to clean my yard
of debris. A large round piece of junk came loose
and rolled down the hill towards my neighbor's house
across the street in my hometown of Joliet, Illinois.
I wondered what they would say when they discovered
well. It's their junk anyway," I
thought. (This is symbolic.)
Inside of my old house,
I could hear a telephone ringing, so I ran into
the kitchen and picked it up. It was an old fashioned
wooden box type wall phone.
"Hello?" I asked.
how are you?" my Dad responded.
fine," I answered. "A little tired,
but just fine."
good," Dad said.
is that you?" The
connection was a bit distorted at times and I had
to make some adjustments.
"Yeah. I'm just
checking up on you and I want to tell you that I'm
moving into a small apartment. I'm not in my
house anymore," Dad said in his familiar
I walked around a little, pulling the telephone
cord with me... "I can't hear you very
clearly Dad. Let me make some adjustments to your
radio. It must be off the station." (I could hear a
buzzing noise, like static.)
Walking into another room that was empty, I tuned
the radio to the proper frequency band on a certain
station and lowered the music to a soft melody.
The old time radio was on a small antique
wall table. Then I noticed that this room in my
house had old bare hardwood floors. Looking up thru
a large square picture window in front of me, I
noticed a tall, rather thin, older
woman walking by. She glanced up at me
momentarily and kept walking with her head down.
She was wearing light-colored clothing, slacks and
a blouse with short sleeves. Her hair was salt and
pepper colored. My thoughts were that I didn't know
her so I went on with my conversation with Dad.
can you hear me?" I asked.
"Yeah. That's better," he replied.
"Where did you say you moved to?" I
apartment. I put some money down on it and..." ( I couldn't
hear him again because of more static. He said he
either bought it or rented it, I'm not sure.)
hear you Dad. Let me shut my radio off and turn
up the hearing aid volume on the telephone." (I adjusted my hearing
say that again?" I prompted.
"Remember Mr. ....? I moved into
his apartment," Dad continued. "I feel much
better here." (I
lost recall of that name as I wrote this.)
Well I'm glad to hear that. What's all that crying
and carrying on in the background Dad?" (There
was a woman's voice wailing, screaming and crying
honey. She's going to die and she is very
frightened. I want you to go to her. She needs you."
"O.K., Dad, I will." I spoke in a nonchalant
I mean it. It's important , honey. She can't
handle it." Dad
repeated very emphatically.
I was still hearing Julie's cries and laments in
the background behind Dad's voice.
Suddenly, I felt lots of electrical impulses in
the back and top of my head, resonating in two vertical
columns of energy up and down my spinal column... The strong realization
came that I was talking to my Dad in a strange setting,
and I am fully awake and aware, sitting up in my
! Am I really talking to you? Is this really
you Dad?" (I
am remembering that my Father is 'dead.'
He passed away on November 30, 1994, at the young
age of eighty eight years. He was very young for
Dad's words came at me very clearly and very precisely: "It is me honey,
and yes, you are really talking to me and I'm really
talking to you. Now... don't forget about
my friend Julie! he
added sharply. My emotions began to well up
inside of me and I felt like a bubble ready to burst.
I wanted to be sure.
you died almost a year ago, how can you
be calling me on the telephone in a dream-vision?
Is this really you Dad?" I blurted out.
"Yeah! Honey, you know it is !
I got to go now. Remember Julie..." he repeated.
really you, Dad! I love you! I love you!" I sobbed with a
flood of tears streaming down my face. I sobbed
and I sobbed. I sobbed with love and with joy and
with ecstasy as I jumped out of bed and searched
for a paper and pencil to record this amazing telepathic dream-vision connection with
the "Texaco Chief." My Father,
Master Antonio. (It is 6:30 a.m.)
Being so moved by this miraculous event, I looked
through my Dad's old notes and business cards until
I found Julie's name and number. I called and told
her that my father had come to me in a dream-vision
and asked me to go see her. I did not give her the
details, only that Dad wanted us to meet each other.
How happy she was to hear from me...so much so that
she insisted that my husband and I come to visit
right away. She gave me the directions and we left
within an hour and a half. Inwardly, I felt that something very special
was going to be made known to me. I
mentioned this to my husband and told him I thought she might be
the woman I saw in the window of my dream-vision.
Upon our arrival, I said
a prayer in my mind and asked Dad to be with us
in Spirit. At my first knock, the door opened wide
and I became speechless. We were looking at the
woman who had walked past the window in my dream-vision. It was she! My husband
and I looked at each other knowingly.
After much hugging and all of us trying to talk
at once, we settled into a tour of the house and
conversation about her old times with my Dad. Julie
told me that they had known each other for twenty
five years and were dancing partners. She also told
me that she had met
me at a dance eleven years earlier. I remembered being there
with Dad, but he had introduced me to so many people
that I did not remember her. My husband and I took
Julie to lunch and talked and laughed endlessly. She was so much fun. No wonder Dad loved her.
When we returned to her house, Julie presented me
with a beautifully wrapped belated wedding present
of kitchen linens. They were a perfect match for
our kitchen. The wrappings were of white doves and
pink and dusty-rose colored roses, which were our
wedding colors and decor. It was very touching,
as she had no idea of my wedding theme.
As we hugged each other,
Julie said she could feel my Dad's presence
in the house and that
he was very pleased we had gotten together. We reminisced
about Dad's illness, and she told us that she
would not ever want to go thru anything like that.
promised prayers for each other and parted, knowing
that we would remain good friends and call each
other from time to time, as well as get together
occasionally for lunch.
A few months passed with
an occasional letter, card, or call to each other.
The 1995 holidays were busy, and bouts with flu
kept everyone at home. Time seemed to get away,
and we did not connect for awhile. I wondered if Dad had been wrong about Julie. A message on my answering
machine left me worried. Julie wanted to hear from
us. She sounded very weak. When I returned her call,
she told us she had gone to a doctor to have a small
lump on her upper chest examined. She had been admitted
into the hospital and had it removed immediately,
just to be on the safe side. She was awaiting the
results and assured us that it was not
her our prayers. She was grateful and asked us to
Again, I wondered about
my Dad's visit to me in the vision. Dad's words
came back to me: "Julie
is going to die and she can't handle it. I want you to go to her. She needs you." I
tried to erase the words from my mind, but they
remained and would surface from time to time.
On Friday, January 11, we came home to find yet
another message on our answering machine. Julie's
voice was almost hysterical. She was going back
for another operation. The doctor finally had given
her the news that she
had cancer and it was spreading quickly. When
I returned her call, we talked at length about
life and death. Julie's attitude began to change
to a more positive one. She asked us to continue
our prayers for her, and we guaranteed this.
Following the surgery, Julie said the cancer had
spread throughout her body and that she had a caretaker
at home now. She wanted all the morphine she could
get to ease the pain, because she said, "I can't handle
just wanted to go to sleep and not wake up. She
wanted no visitors because she said she did not
look like herself. I assured her that I was not
interested in how she looked, for I knew the beauty
in her heart. She agreed that once she was moved
into a care facility, I could come and visit
told me to come on June 14, when she would
be settled in.
Time slipped away. Suddenly, I realized it was past June 14. How could I have
forgotten? Frantically, I looked for the new telephone
number she had given me. A voice on the other end
asked if I was related to Julie. I said I was not,
but that she and my Dad had been friends for twenty
five years and we had become friends thru my Dad.
I was asked to wait... I was so happy
I was going to speak to Julie. I would apologize
for being late to call. I just knew the lady went
to get Julie and hers would be the next voice I
A voice on the line suddenly interrupted my thoughts. "I am
the Supervisor. Julie never made it here. She did not get to move in. She died on JUNE
the words penetrated my mind. I thanked her and
hung up. Dad's words came
back to me. I prayed for Julie.
There was no memorial service. The telephone was
disconnected, Julie's house had been sold, and there
was not way of contacting anyone. I often wondered
what happened to Julie's family. I remembered her
saying she had not been in touch with them for many
years. I drifted off to sleep one night, pondering
these thoughts. A sudden movement of my
bed startled me awake. Seeing
nothing, I closed my eyes and found myself again
in a dream-vision. I was now in a quaint little
house, standing in a small room. The house was rolling
backwards downhill along a winding sandy pathway
that had bright yellow flowers on both sides.
Suddenly the little house stopped rolling and the
front door opened. There was a beautiful endless
field of yellow flowers visible thru the doorway. My Dad stepped in, looking very young and
handsome! Excitedly, I exclaimed, "Oh, hi Dad!"
He answered with a bigger
than life smile, "Hi."
are you doing here?" I asked.
Dad's eyes widened as he looked past me and stepped
forward. The back door had opened behind me and
a tall, beautiful, stately woman stepped up alongside
Dad. His countenance lit up like a candle. I spoke, "Oh Dad, don't
you wish you could be married to her now?"
"Yeah," he grinned.
Dad reached out to her,
and as Julie and Dad embraced each other the whole room became bathed in a mass of extraordinary
vibrating golden white light, enveloping all
of us. It encircled them
very brightly, and I also was encompassed in the
beauty and mutual Love brought forth in this wondrous
moment! Then Julie smiled and stated: "We have to
I felt the vibrations
speeding up again as the scene dissipated. Lying
awake in bed, I smiled knowingly. Dad and Julie had
met on the Other Side of Life - on
another level of living - in one of The Father's
Many Mansions... and I was there to witness it!
Blessed be Father/Mother God, Julia Tretinik and
My Father, Anthony S. Altiery!
My Dad expired on November
My Dad appeared to
me in a vision September 22, 1995 and told me about
I met Julie on September
Julie expired on June
14, 1996, ten months after my vision with Dad
Loving Memory of Julia and Anthony
by the Daughter of "Texaco
Chief", Master Antonio.