On Nov 10th, 2012 I sent the following description of a dream I had to my pen pal in England... This dream made an impression on me that still lingers on over a year and a half later!
(I deleted the beginning of the email because it was just about random stuff)
...Anyway in the dream I want to talk about, Daniel and I were gathered near a wooded area with some people I went to school with. It was near the church I grew up going to. Our kids were inside the church and I remember wondering what I was doing with those people when I'd rather be with my kids. I glanced toward the church and realized there were zombies pouring out in herds. We all reacted in fear, but then everybody just laughed thinking it was a hoax. I felt in my gut that it was real and rushed toward the church to find our kids. As we ran the weather changed. Dark clouds loomed overhead and began swirling. A school bus full of little kids stopped on the top of the hill and I felt compelled to help the adults get them inside to safety. I hid the children in a safe closet telling them to get down and stay there because it was a tornado. I then knew I had to find English, Miles, and Dellah but didn't know where to start! The church is three stories. Where was Daniel? I last saw him outside. I ran out to him and he was just standing and chatting near some handrails. They were handrails that I spent endless hours flipping over and swinging on when I was a girl. He pointed to the sky and there was one small bit of sky blue left. The clouds were quickly closing around it and I knew I was out of time. I looked at the huge brick building that housed my sweet babies and felt such regret that they weren't in my arms for the end. I thought of how scared they must be! When the clouds covered the last bit of sky, the earth became a sort of vacuum. We grabbed the rails and our bodies floated up. I could feel the swirling sky sucking at me. I told Daniel how much I loved him and yelled out in anguish over my children. I held tight to the rail, but suddenly it didn't matter anymore because gravity returned and our bodies landed with a thud. Leaving our souls above us. I looked down at the lifeless bodies. I literally felt my soul pass through my flesh but it wasn't scary anymore. I felt warm and okay. I knew the kids were fine. I felt Daniel beside me. We didn't have to talk we could just know things. It felt like that bit of yourself in your chest when you breathe mixed with the thoughts in your head. I wish I could explain it better because it was amazing. I didn't have a body anymore and I felt free. I didn't travel anywhere or any of that. I just kind of hovered above the chaotic world that I had escaped. I thought a lot about what it felt like. I remember just knowing it was right and that everything was okay. I can still feel it when I take a deep breath now. I feel now like I can better pinpoint where my spirit is and even like my body is just its vehicle. I wasn't worried about the children anymore because I knew that everything was just okay. I felt so much peace. I said to myself "So this is what death feels like.." And I realized that everything really is okay.
I may sound like a crazy person talking, but I figured you would at least be willing to read this so that I could get it down on paper. It felt a lot like the experience when I was in labor and had that out of body experience, only this was way more enlightening. I even remember finding a sort of peace with death. Just a knowing that ahh so this is what it feels like. I even remember saying to myself that it was wonderful and I didn't want to go back. So strange!!!
Anyway thanks for listening!!! I'm quite intrigued by it all!
L
This dream was kind of a big deal for me! It was before I began to awaken spiritually, but I feel like it contributed to my desire to get in touch with my spiritual side. I think back on that dream and it is still vivid and heart warming. It was like I was gifted with a glimpse at what the death process really feels like. When I had the dream I no concept of past lives, but now that I have experienced past life regression that dream fits right in with what the death process during my regressions felt like. I look back on my life and I feel like there were little nudges along the way that led me here! I am so thankful to know more about the components that make me whole. I believe that death is over rated and misunderstood! The person dying is fine, it is the people left behind who are in pain and sadness. We need to remember that! I always feared death and felt like it was a foreign concept to me, but that dream in early November 2012 eased a bit of that fear.
Recently my sisters and Father and I had to sing at a funeral. It was like the third on within the span of three weeks... My sister and I were in the choir room of the church where my dream took place and we could hear the men's quartet singing "It Is Well With My Soul" in the next room. My sister made the comment that "Is it ever really well with someone's soul to die?" I looked over at her and said "Yes, they're happier than anyone can imagine now. It must feel so amazing to finally be home and understand everything so clearly and to be out of pain..." I surprised myself with that answer and from the way she looked at me I think she was surprised too. I used to fear death. In our society it seems like people view death as the most terrible thing, but the truth is that we all die. We have all died many times, and it is just a part of the life experience. Death is rest and peace and understanding! I've heard Abraham-Hicks say that if we knew how wonderful death is then we wouldn't punish our criminals with the death penalty, and after my glimpse of that peace I would tend to agree!
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