Tag: No such thing as time

Telephone call from my dead mother.

My Mom, who *died three years ago, called me on the phone last night ~ in dreamland.

I picked up the phone, in my dream, “Hello?”

“He’s gone,” I heard my mother say.

“Who is gone, Mom? Daddy?”

It was as if she didn’t even hear my question. “I saw him go,” she said. “It was beautiful! He saw the face of Jesus!”

The thing is, while Mom has been gone for three years, Daddy *died three years before her. I realized this in the dream and I was worried that my husband had died. Or someone else close to me.

At the same time, I realized there is no such thing as time on the other side, so it doesn’t matter that Dad died first; Mom could indeed have witnessed his passing.

Whoever it was, she was absolutely thrilled to have seen it. I am happy for her and grateful that she shared it with me. Love you, Mom!

*Note: While I refer to them as having died, I know my parents’ bodies did indeed die, but they ~ their spirits, their souls, live. They now live more fully than they ever did while in the body.

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Time

They make me think. My nighttime visitors often have no immediately obvious purpose for their visit, other than to drop by and say, hello.

Such was Miss Emma’s visit last night.

I stood in an upstairs room in my slip, trying to get ready for church. In the room, were other lady friends. I don’t remember who they were, dead or alive. But we were a happy group, talking and laughing. One sat in an easy chair by the half-open window. It was Summer time outside.

“Oh, Emma’s here,” she said. Even though I was rushed to get ready for church, I went to the window and looked out. In front of a parked car, (probably a late 40s model) there stood Emma with a red bow hanging from her neck. As I looked closer, I noticed the red bow was actually in the middle of a three-foot evergreen bow-tie, she wore. (Emma’s Christmas wreath.)I had to laugh. That was so like Emma, to do something different.

“I like your bow-tie,” I said, “especially the red bow.”

“Why thank you,” she answered touching the red bow.

I was struck that her bow-tie rather resembled angel wings. I knew she had died. I recognized it was summer and yet it did not strike me odd that she stood there dressed in balsam evergreens celebrating Christmas.

So, upon waking, I had to think. There had to be a message there; there usually is. Ah, time. Time, as we perceive it, does not exist. No time, just the experience.

The Lord’s birth and our love for one another, they all exist as we experience them. We, like time, are all one. That bears repeating. We are all one. Thank you for reminding me, Miss Emma, and it was so good to see you again. I love you! <3

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