In my last blog, I wrote about a life changing event experience. This week I would like to share with you a life changing dream. We all dream. Some while they are asleep. Others while awake. A little bit of both perhaps. Dreams keep us alive in more ways than one providing hope and light, goals and ambitions, direction. Dreams allow us to visit with loved ones departed, places unseen, lands on distant planets. Dreams are an important part of our lives.
I had a dream. Before the time when I began to write and after the time of beginning my photography. Before I picked up a paint brush. A time of upheaval in my life and change. I never considered myself a writer. I thought I had nothing important to say keeping most of my thoughts and ideas inside my head, away from the world. I believed my purpose was to care and uplift others shelving my own needs and desires for some other lifetime. I was busy shuffling from here to there, building this and that, cooking and working and creating in my mind. And yet, when asked how I would describe myself by others, my answer never wavered, I considered myself to be a very creative person. (on the inside)
And then the dream fast asleep, relaxed, breathing deeply, floating. My brother had a best friend Gordie who died very young from a brain tumor. I knew him but, not well as my brother is six years younger than me. I was married and had children, life taking me in my own direction. But, he came to me one night in a dream or as I recall we met in a place somewhere between here and there. I recognized him immediately as he glowed with rosy red cheeks and a smile that lit the space we shared. He appeared so beautiful and youthful that one could only say he was an angel. An angel with the essence of Gordie. He sat at a desk in a warm colored glowing room which I now recognize as the room in which I write this blog. He beckoned me to come towards him and the desk. I moved towards him and stood beside him. There was an overwhelming sense of peace and warmth and light. Comfort. He opened a book, smiling, and asked me to read. The pages were blank except for one line written in black ink. I tried to explain without speaking that I could not understand the words. Smiling still he explained, “You will.”
I left the dream and kept quiet about it for quite some time. And then, I began to write with thoughts and ideas coming fast and furious. I felt guided to write the blogs and stories I have written. So much so, that many times I was awakened in the early morning hours compelled to journal my stories. The angel Gordie, my brothers dear friend, opened the door and guided me through. He welcomed me to the purpose of my life. The dream stays with me today and the feeling it evoked warms my heart. For you see, there are angels among us. They do bring great news and tidings of joy. I have shared the dream with a few close friends and now I share it with you. The world between reality and the veiled life within our soul is sheer and sometimes we are able to pierce through for brief moments in time to see our purpose and meaning. Other times, departed loved ones guide the way. They are angels among us and I have been blessed with the experience, the invitation to see what might possibly lie ahead. I had a dream, a beautiful dream that awakened me to living my life purpose.
This blog is dedicated to my angels mother, Marianne. I have wanted to share this story with you for a very long time. So glad I did.