In this haunting and intimate episode of Mind Soul Journeys, Jody Colvard tells the story of a teenage girl who lives in the attic of her parents’ home, a quiet observer of the world, deeply creative, and often misunderstood.

One night, a voice speaks to her from the darkness. Calm. Gentle. Patient. Over time, their conversations deepen, revealing a view of the universe as layered, fluid, and far more expansive than linear time allows. When the voice finally allows itself to be seen, the girl realizes she has been speaking not to a dream or a fantasy, but to something else...

In this intimate episode of Mind Soul Journeys, Jody Colvard shares a deeply personal story about childhood dreams, and a mother who believed they mattered.

Each morning, Jody’s mother would sit beside her bed, gently asking what she had seen in sleep, carefully writing down every detail. Over time, those dreams began to form a living tapestry of other worlds, forgotten memories, and quiet messages that felt larger than a single lifetime.

One dream in particular revealed a symbolic island divided by wealth, power, and freedom, a story that carried profound insight about happiness, hierarchy, and the fragile structures we build around ourselves.

The Dreams My Mother Wrote Down is a reflection on intuition, ancestral wisdom, and the way dreams can become roadmaps for the soul, reminding us that sometimes the most important guidance arrives when we are small, silent, and deeply asleep.

In this episode of Mind Soul Journeys, Jody Colvard explores a world quietly transformed by the voices of children.

Born across the globe with an unusual gift, a new generation begins to sing at a frequency just beyond ordinary hearing, a vibration that gently reshapes life on Earth. The veil between worlds thins, revealing that nothing was ever truly lost… only waiting for humanity to become ready.

When the Children Began to Sing is a metaphysical meditation on awakening, collective healing, and the quiet power of vibration, a reminder that transformation doesn’t always arrive with force, but sometimes through the softest voices among us.