We’ve been off the grid with no electricity for two days. I could hardly wait to get the power back. Yes the dirty dishes were stacking up, but that was not the reason I so anticipated having power again. I needed to share a dream- visit with you all.
Two night ago, my Dad and I met in the astral. (Dad passed away in 2013.) Daddy asked me to meet him at a certain destination, not specified in the dream, just understood by both of us. I met him there.
The two of us were at times almost as one. But each had our own consciousness. The closest I can come to explain it is: Imagine two people’s shadows. Now change them from black to translucent white and round them out more like Weebles than people.
Our white shadows overlapped at times. But as I said, we each held on to our own consciousness throughout the dream-visit.
At one point we settled on a bench. We looked over the landscape. I said, “Look Daddy! Aren’t the colors magnificent!”
“Yes,” he said, “and look at the dimensions.”
If you have ever seen a greeting card that opens up and up pops a middle section with a cut-out showing a third dimension than you understand what we saw. However, it did not give the impression of a paper trick. It was not fake. It was real and the most glorious landscape. A tall tree to our left might have been an elm in all its glory. Then shorter hardwoods to our left. In front of us was water. Perhaps a river. And beyond that an inclining forest.
The view was more magnificent than anything you can imagine. And the melding of spirits with my Dad was pure love.
My only regret is that, I don’t have the words to share the magnitude of the scene’s beauty and of the all encompassing love.
Sweet dreams, my friends.
