Tag: spirit

Weird Dreams?

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I’m having the weirdest dreams and I’m finding them exhausting.  I’m waking up like I’ve done a days work and I’m getting to the point that I’m dreading going to bed.

The night before last I was caring for a baby all night, it was a fitful sleep with me waking hourly, but each time I went back to sleep the baby was still there for me to look after.  I felt I was sharing the bed and wanted to make sure the baby had enough room.  He was tucked in the snug of my arm, well in my dream because of course the baby wasn’t really there.  I felt such responsibility towards this little child, it’s crazy!

Last night my dreams were taken up with an older lady who was obviously confused as she said she was my mum. She wasn’t my mum, but she wasn’t taking any notice of this fact. It got so confusing I wondered if she was in fact my mum in disguise, however they were of a totally different race, mum white and blond, this lady dark with strong features and hair as black as coal.  Anyway she wouldn’t go away, she told me she died in June and I should know this already, she kept talking about dates I should know too which were the 11th and 23rd June.  Of course, I know my mum died in October and was very aware of this in my sleep, telling the woman she was wrong and I wasn’t her daughter.   I suppose the dream could have been about separation and loss as I have been thinking a lot about mum lately, but she usually looks exactly like mum in my dreams.

These are just examples from the last couple of nights but it’s been happening for a while and it’s getting crazier and crazier.  I know my maternal grandmother had visitors at night, people standing at the end of the bed who she told to go away.  She would wave her arms and shout at them, she didn’t know them and didn’t want them around but they kept coming back.  At the end of her life she started to recognise the visitors, her parents, siblings and husband.

I don’t want to consider my dreams are anything like my Nan’s as these visions happen when I’m asleep.  I do believe in spirit and know my family are around me, but these dreams are different. I’m so tired and achy today, I’m going to try a different bed tonight and see if it makes any difference.

I just thought this blogging community might help me work out these dreams and put them to bed!  Do any of you have such weird dreams? If so what have you done about it as I really just want a good nights sleep?

Nanny’s Visits

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My Nanny stands there

at the end of the bed

It’s really quite weird,

because I know she’s dead

But she stands there quite happy

no longer in pain

She tells me she loves me

it’s still just the same

My brother can’t see her

and I’m wondering why

He tells me I’m faking 

that I’m telling lies

Mummy’s not sure

but she’d like it to be true

She asked me a question

‘Why’s Nan visiting you?’

I couldn’t give her an answer

I wasn’t that sure

I know Mummy’s sad

by not seeing her anymore

She’s not at all frightening

she’s pretty and bright

I see her a lot in the day

and through the night

I like nanny coming

I wish she would stay

Her visits have helped me

since she went away

Touched by Spirit

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I know your right behind me, you’re only out of sight

I feel your presence often, it feels so very right

You walk across my forehead, gently touching me

I think a bug, then realise, it’s you I just can’t see

I asked you to come back to me, before you went away

It was my only option, because you had to go that day

So you visit me now quite often, your always very near

I hear you and I feel your love and hold that very dear

If only I could see you now, would that fulfil my dream

To touch you and to talk to you, that would be supreme

I’m happy that you come at all, it fills me up with joy

To know that you’re still by my side, my gentle little boy

 

Night Visits

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You watch me from the landscape at the end of the bed

With dots that gently glisten, I’m sure not in my head

I see you when I first wake and in the times between

Dots that seem to join you up, although your not quite seen.

I wish you’d form a little more so I can clearly see

Your face, your eyes and all of you watching over me

I know you come in love and light, that your intent is true

I only wish I was certain, that it is really you.

Connecting

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I sit here in our sunny spot, my mind connected to you.

The times we laughed, the joy we shared, it all comes pouring through.

The moments spent together here, will last forever more.

I tap into your spirit, close my eyes, go through the door.

I breathe in deep, let cares flood out, I sense you coming through.

I surrender now completely, what happens here is true.

You step a little closer now, glorious beyond the veil

In your amazing glory, no longer sick and pale.

Your smile so wide, your eyes so bright, I feel your love so strong

This place I come to often, you always come along.

I sit here in our sunny spot, we laugh, we smile, we know

That your only ever a thought away, I call and you will show.

Treasure in a coffin.

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A coffin would usually measure about 84 inches in length and be 28 inches wide so with you inside it, however slender you are, there won’t be an awful lot of room for treasure.

The word coffin derives from the old French word cofin, meaning basket or cradle. It seams funny and a little strange to me that we arrive and leave in the same vehicles. I’m wondering if it because each time we travel we are being born in one place and saying goodbye to another.

Although any box used for the dead is a coffin, the word casket is also widely used. It’s interesting that a casket was originally a box for jewelry. I think perhaps we are the jewels in this case and our value is measured by our deeds on earth.

I think what I’m getting at here, you have to stay with me, as I write to formulate my thoughts. Anyway what I’m saying is that we can’t really take anything with us, it will not stay along for the ride. We won’t wake up in the hereafter with the wealth we have amassed on earth any more than a baby is born with a healthy bank account and pots of gold.

So why do we spend our lives building our individual empires, with dreams of wealth being some of the most prominent. Why do we pray for a lottery win over health and happiness and why do we find it so hard to let go of material possessions when there will come a day we have no other option.

I’m as guilty as the rest, I’m a magpie, and I like beautiful things around me. I like things to shine, I polish taps and shine sinks. I bought my car as the tan leather seats went with my handbags. I weigh more on the bathroom scales than I actually should, because of the silver jewelry I never take off. I’m working on this and I will continue working, as I know the treasures we have on earth are nothing more than fool’s gold.

If we could only see each other by looking at the beauty of each individual soul without the material possessions or lack of possessions. I think we would see a completely different picture. We would truly see each other for who we really are by what we give out and not be swayed by falseness. I wonder what colours I give out, I hope they say something good about me.

Lately I have being seeing the natural beauty in nature, the flowers and the colours, the sounds and the smells. This is new for me, I’m a town girl and always busy and on the go. I’m giving myself more time now, I have slowed down, I’m watching and waiting.

I am wealthy in friends and loved ones, I have beautiful people around me but I won’t be taking them with me, nor would they want to come. I know I will die with the people I love around me but that will be as far as they go. I travel alone and the only treasure I want with me is the love of those I hold dear. I know with all certainty that the only treasures I will count as I leave this place are the people I love.

I’m thinking about this today and I’m going to keep thinking about it because I don’t want to forget. The wealth I have now and any wealth I have in the future will be measured in any kindness and love I’m able to give out. The treasure I will take with me will be those memories and achievements. I think they will fit as they will be sewn into my spirit and travel with me.

What will you fit in your coffin with you when they carry you out of this lifetime?