One Third of My Light Is Gone

"...And the fourth angel sounded the trumpet, and the third part of the sun was smitten, and the third part of the moon, and the third part of the stars, so that the third part of them was darkened. And the day did not shine for a third part of it,, and the night in like manner." --Rev. 8:12

I have three sons. One of them is in the spirit world. On October 26, 2009, one third of the light in my life went out forever.

Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Yesterday At LightSource

We visited Light Source Church on March 5 because we wanted to see their presentation by a girl named Kendall, whose sister Hillary  took her own life 3 years ago when Kendall was 9 years old and her sister was 12.  Kendall wrote a book about her experiences, and her mom started a foundation called Hilary's Hope.


It was interesting to see how people deal with suicide, and how they respond to it. 


 Rev. Patty Lekawa shared some statistics about suicide, which is the third leading cause of death among young people.  Third is pretty high.  Patty refers to it as an epidemic, and something needs to be done.  

The presentation seemed to be more about education, awareness, and prevention.  But it also offered some comfort to survivors by explaining that the decision to take one's own life may be a necessary part of that soul's journey, and an agreement made before they incarnated.  It is very important that the person must not be judged or condemned in any way for their decision.   

Patty  played two music videos that portrayed different aspects of the experience..  The first one was How Do You Get That Lonely by Blaine Larsen.  


The other video was F**kin' Perfect by Pink.  

Two different outcomes.

The Tunnel of Healing was also very powerful.  Not a good idea to resist the urge to allow the energy to knock you down, because you end up with a crick in your neck.  The alternative is to allow trained helpers to catch you before you hit the floor. 


There were no  messages for us, and we were really tired by the time we left at 11:45 pm.  But I dreamed about Maris that night.  He was very little in the dream, which seemed to be about rediscovering and sorting toys from when they were children.  He was playing with a white plastic toy stroller with lavender and pink flowers on it.  It had been purchased for him to help him learn to walk better.  when I work up, I realized we never had such a toy, although we did own a white and blue toy stroller that was decorated with a smurf.  I do not recall who we purchased it for...perhaps the daycare?  as it had come from a resale shop.  They used to enjoy putting their stuffed animals in it for a ride.


The meaning of the dream?  not readily apparent.  But I hope it will come to me.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Dream, August 16, 2010

I dreamed that I was hugging Maris. We were surrounded by pure sly blue light, rose light, and white light. He was speaking in questions, He said to me, "What am I feeling? am I happy?"

I am not sure of the meaning of the conversation. Is he trying to figure out how he feels? Am I asking myself what he is feeling, or what i am feeling?

Was it hard for Maris to do that in life? is it easier now? is he having to learn it all over againnow?

Here we are again, speaking in questions.

But the feeling of hugging Maris again was wonderful, and something positive i can associate with him, rather than so many regretful, sad thoughts.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Dreams

Last night, Ray and I dreamed about Maris.

We both had a very hard time waking up this morning.

Black Cat got stranded in the living room last night, and he woke us up some time in the early morning hours. After we fell back asleep, we had lots of dreams.

I did not recall my dreams, other than seeing a brief flash of Maris. The colors were gray, black, and yellow. His hair was longer, and he looked as if he was in his teens. Otherwise I do not remember any details about what was going on, or any conversation.

Ray says he and Maris were in a museum, and it was a pleasant dream.

We were both in a very deep sleep, and had a hard time waking up. Ray overslept, because he had such a hard time waking up.

This was one of those times I really wish we did not have to be dictated to by the alarm clock. Sometimes it is simplymore important to sleep, and allow the dreams to come.