Dreams

Recently I read a book called “Ghosts Among Us” by James Van Praagh…  It was a quick and interesting read about everything to do with dimensions of life AFTER the physical body…

“In the spirit world, there is no time as we know it. Past and future do not exist. All ‘time’ is now.” ~ James Van Praagh

the book really got me thinking about various aspects of my life.. how I feel about death… if by chance I died suddenly, would I be ready? have I taken good advantage of my limited time on Earth? What about letting those close to me KNOW that I love them and that I think of them often..?

Since I’ve been here in Sweden for the summer, I’ve been looking more inward than before and practicing things like dream recollection.. reading about astral projection, lucid dreaming, ghosts, presences….basically more about dimensions of spirit… I’ve normally been a believer that most if not all experiences happen for some reason.. no matter how fucked up or enlightening each may seem… so here I am, in the middle the north Sweden countryside, surrounded by a loud silence.. love.. and weather unfriendly for balancing rocks… (most of the time)  …as if the universe is telling to focus elsewhere for the time being… I still love balancing rocks.. and take advantage of the rare opportunities to balance… but I am also learning to appreciate the smallest of things otherwise.. Where I used to become frustrated with wind, I’ve let go and adapted… perhaps why I’ve been reading much more often than in the past…

One dream that happened recently, now that I think back, was about becoming a ghost… in the dream, I remember hearing that my family had arrived home.. During the dream, I didn’t know I was having a ghost dream… but the experience reflected some of the reading from the book.. the way some ghosts take awhile to realize they have actually died in the physical sense.. how many spirits try very hard to contact their loved ones to settle “loose ends”… missed “I love you”s… etc.

At a certain point in the dream I remember frantically bouncing around the main room where my family was… the creepy part was that they had NO idea I was there and could not perceive my presence.. I was the ghost in the dream… trying tirelessly to make contact with my family… and completely powerless to do so… the experience was unnerving… and really got me thinking about the people in my life that love… anyway… maybe this sounds like a lot of psychobabble to some.. but for me it was a very somber experience…

the Lesson?  Tell the ones you love, that you do so… make your love known. don’t put things off until it’s convenient.. if you love someone, TELL them… you never know when the moment of death will come and the opportunity REALLY disappears. Similarly, don’t take things for granted… if they seem less than ideal, they are not. Everything is a teacher in some way, shape, or form. <3