Tag: dream state

Crossing the veil

How many times have I said, “If I could go back for a day…”?

I did go back last night, in my dream state.

You see when I was a little girl, I had a crush on a little boy, I’ll call Tony, who was a grade ahead of me. He was a handsome specimen who loved the girls. Well, many girls—just not me.

I admired Tony from afar and feigned no interest.

My attraction waned as we aged and became adults. He was actually forgotten for decades. Then we were reacquainted on facebook. I was no longer in love with Tony but it was nice to reconnect with a childhood friend. It seems they are always like family to us in our senior years.

Then he died. I was absolutely shocked. Never expected that. I found myself wishing I had known he was ill. Perhaps I could have found ways to add to his life. Perhaps relived memories that we shared, memories that would have brought a smile to his face, that would have gladdened his heart.

Nevertheless, I was grateful for the little bit of time we two old friends were given before his demise.

Last night, we somehow met beyond the veil. We were young children again and getting to know each other better than we did the first time around. We became good friends. I was a runner. Living a couple of miles from the village, I ran to and from the village often. He lived there.

He began to run with me. I slowed for him and explained it was okay that he could not keep up with me, “You’ll get there. You’ve just not had all the practice I have. I’ve been running for years.”

When we ran uphill, it was a ladder and when you reached the top, you had to lift a little trap-door to proceed on the level ground.

Tony never went through the trap-door with me. I believe that was where the crossing of the veil was…

But as we ran, we communicated. Getting to know each other more intimately than we ever had in our past life (which we were aware of.) We became closer. We sometimes sat and held hands. At one point, before the dream visit ended, we kissed. Not a passionate kiss, but the closed-mouth kiss of childhood. The innocent and pure kiss of a kindred love.

One little peck on the lips, looking into each other’s eyes. Then I ran for home. Tony climbed the ladder with me, but I stepped up through the trap-door alone.

Forewarning in my dream

To say I am flabbergasted is to say the least.

Sifting through the last twelve years of journals today, I read of many Dream-Visits that I’ve had through the years. Many of these dreams foretold of the coming deaths of my loved ones.

In reviewing these journals, I was surprised by how many times the heavens prepared me for the coming demise of my father and mother.

The one that shook me to the core today, however, had faded from my memory. In reading the entry, I was once again convinced of the authenticity of the presentations I am often given in my dream state.

You see, I dreamed that my mother would die and before she died, she would put one of my younger sisters in charge of all her funeral planning. I further dreamed that this would cause a huge schism in our family. I saw and felt the anger and righteous indignation that would completely alienate factions of our family. My soul was filled with sadness.

A few years later, this came to pass. I never would have believed that anything could come between my sisters and me. The three of us were tight. Always.

Mom has been gone for nearly four years now. All is yet to be healed. Even with the forewarning in my dream, I was not prepared. The pain goes deep. The loss of mother was accompanied by the loss of the family circle. By and by, Lord?