This is connected to the dream “Light Ropes and Torsion Field Dream” part 1 https://storysspiritual.com/2022/09/23/light-ropes-and-torsion-field-dreams-part-1/ it is part two of three parts.
This is going to read more like an autobiography than a dream post, but there is a dream within.
The dream itself seems very plain, but how it unfolded in my life was greater than my greatest imaginings. I am reluctant to share it because of the sadness involved, but the synchronicity of events is amazing. I am going to share it in three parts, History, Dream and Experience.
First the history to give the dream context.
My mother, Esther, passed from Alzheimers in October of 2018. Just pryer to her departure she fell and broke her hip. From that point on, what limited recollections she retained of my sister and I were gone. She was returned to her nursing facility, bed fast and she moaned continually inspite of medications.
I started to try to reach out to her through meditation, imagining the higher aspects of myself communicating with her higher aspects. I knew that that part of her was unaffected by the illness.
I realized one day as I sat with her that she was reliving a tragic event from her past. I realized it not through meditation, but from the words she was saying and her arm movements.
All of my imitate family members have shared in the tragedy, but my mother and I shared it in different way.
On August 1, 1955 my mom backed out of her garage with my two older sisters and myself. My oldest sister was four, my other sister was two and I was about two months old inside my mothers womb. I was born in February of 56.
My middle sister Becky fell out the passenger side door, which they thought was latched and my mom backed over her. She died on the way to a hospital. My mother on her death bed was in a memory loop continually reliving that moment. It was comparable to dying and going to hell.
In my despair of watching her suffer I prayed, pleaded and begged God or the Universe to intervene in her behalf.
I approach my spirituality from a some what of a shamanic direction. That being said, one thing I attempted to do was to have a ceremony in which Mom and Becky could be reunited spirit to spirit. I knew somewhere beneath my mom’s dementia, she was entirely well and Becky’s spirit was also well.
I did the ceremony attemting to reunite them. It thought maybe it had worked and hoped it might have an effect. When I visited her again she did seem more peaceful.
We walk by faith they say, we don’t always get physical confirmations of actions. Right after that, I had this dream. I still don’t understand all the dialog in the dream. If it hadn’t happened at this time I not sure how I would have interpreted it.
I am in a large library making small talk with the librarian. There’s a lady sitting on top of the book shelves way up high. She is in front of the sign that tells what’s housed in that section. She removes a white index card from behind the sign and tosses the card onto the floor as if to throw it away. (Maybe like a timecard, maybe a card out ot the card catalog drawer?)
Librarian says “She’s been protesting here for 30 years.” ( I think the woman on the bookshelves represents my mother) (Thirty years for me is symbolic of a long time, kind of like the number forty in the Bible. A number of a completed time period.)
I asked, “Why?” “Because we allow smoke.” answered the librarian. (Smoke represents different things, but the first one I found when I searched said, “Smoke represents the journey of the soul after death, communications with God, purification, introspection, warmth modernity.” I think the journey of the soul including death.)
I am in an performing arts building. People are spread out in rank-and-file about 8 feet apart. They did not move much, but it was a dance. They were all ages, all in street clothes. (humanity in general as we journey through our lives.)
I noticed some real young ones and I commented to whomever I was sitting with, “Aren’t the little ones cute?” I look to my left and there’s a two or three year old boy sitting beside me. He scoots over as close as he can get. I scoot away because I don’t know who he is.
I smile at him and ask, “Are you enjoying the show?” (Maybe my inner child? We haven’t always been on the best of terms)
Instantly there are two boys standing in front of me. One maybe four or five and the other boy is a bit older maybe about age 8. They look very similar and I asked, “Are you brothers?”
The older boy says, “No we’re just adopted by the same mother.”
The younger boy says, “I was raised Christian, so I’d be tough.” (When I followed the dream I thought all three boys were representative of myself at different ages. My older sister used to tease me by saying that I was just adopted when I was little.)
I noticed in the center of the dance floor there was a pagona shaped grass hut. The wind softly blew through tails of the grass from the west and the gently swayed back and forth. (West in a dream is always symbolicof my past)
Cheryl and I are walking across a balcony, winged by two curved stairs. We are leaving the dance area and we’re heading north.
In my hand I have three souvenirs. They look like broken pieces of flooring. One is yellow, (generally I take the color of yellow to be symbolic of emotions) all the rest of the dream was in black and white.
I think to myself, “These aren’t much good, I need to throw them away in the next wastebasket.” (Flooring represents your stability, what you stand upon. In my case emotional stability. )
We descend the curved stairs and I do some kind of little Snoopy Dog looking dance for Cheryl’s amusement. She gives me the, you’re such a dork look, amused. We go out the door….
(I originally thought this might be some type of finishing up something dream. My mother in the process of moving on and us leaving through some doors, I realize now that the doors opened toward the west which is always past for me.)
When I started to meditate on the dream, the music “Please Be Home By Christmas” started playing in my head. Bon Jovy sings it well. I had to look it up and listen to it to recall the lyrics. By the lyrics I thought the dream might have to do with mom.
During my meditation following this dream I saw a road and a yellow light come from my chest and disappear to a point on the horizon line. I felt I needed to really separate my spirit from my body and reaffirm that there is really only one goal in my life and that is to sink into all Source is.
My mother was basically a protestant nun. In 1965 my mom went to an Assembly Of God church. When she answered an alter call and knelt at the alter, she had a vision of Christ. She saw his back, he was holding Becky and she was looking at mom over his shoulder, she smiled back to my mom.
Up until that time she had nightly nightmares of frantically looking for Becky and then finding her killed in some gruesome way. She never had another nightmare of that sort from that moment on. You could not find a more grateful Christian.
This took place shortly after the dream and this is what I posted about the experience…….
Yesterday one of my grandsons had a football game and for no apparent reason we decided to leave early for it. As Cheryl and I drove up Union Street (a street about five blocks from my house) and we saw a year to a year and a half old girl standing on the curb.
There was no one else in sight, the street seemed abandoned.
We stopped and when I walked across the street to see if could help her find her parents she took me by the hand. Her blue eyes looked into mine with a look of love that could melt a heart. I know she would have let me pick her up.
Her diaper was soiled, her blonde hair was unkempt and I could see nits in her hair. Hand and hand we went house-to-house knocking on doors trying to find her home.
Cheryl got out to help and I warned her about the nits. We knocked on three doors, but they didn’t know where she lived. A mail woman came down the street and she wasn’t sure, but thought that she might live at a house she pointed out.
While Cheryl held our lost girls hand, I knocked on the door. The door opened and I was met by two young boys. They were the same size as the boys in my dream and looked very similar. I asked them if they knew our girl.
They said she was their sister Violet. (I have always looked at my mother decent into Alzheimer’s as if she was fading like a beautiful flower bloom and that it was just a sad part of living.)
I asked if their mom was home and they said she was asleep. I told them they probably needed to wake her up.
About then their father came out and I explained how I had found Violet standing on the curb. He motioned Violet into the house, blamed the two boys for being irresponsible, thanked us and closed the door.
I did a little Snoopy Dog Dance as Cheryl and I returned to our car because it is a such a blessing to be able to help somebody……
I physical meet components of my dream, the two brothers standing in front of me and I physically got to help return a lost child to a sleeping mother. I don’t know if it was a confirmation of the ceremony I attempted, but I sure like to believe it was. My mom passed shortly after this experience.
I have a mother and a daughter who often show up in my dreams now, sometimes just the daughter.
This is part 2 of 3 parts.
Part 3. https://storysspiritual.com/2022/09/23/dream-experience-part-3/