Early this morning I saw my dad in my dream. (FYI my dad passed away / crossed over the the “Other Side” March 8th, 2019, and I wrote his eulogy here. The day after dad “died,” I had an early morning vision, and wrote about it here.)
Dad showed me (in this vision type dream of the afterlife) that there’s no time on the other side, and what this means is that they see us as one of those age progression photographs—we are ALL ages, all at once!
Dad says he sees me as I am now, when I was first married, had my children, and as I was at every year of my childhood! All at the same time… which for me, is mind blowing!
He showed me that is why our bodies still have stem cells and why, as we age, we desire to write a letter to our younger self! Also, it’s why we think we carry around our inner child within us our whole lives!
It was such a wondrous dream! It seemed to take no time for papa to download this information to me.
I wrote the details of the dream/vision all down immediately upon waking up, but later, while taking my shower, I also had a flash in my mind’s eye, that this is why artists paint in the cubism art style—they are attempting to show us how we live all aspects of ourselves (of our past selves) in this, Now.
I hope this has given you some things to think about, especially if you’ve ever wondered how (or if) you are seen by loved ones who have crossed over to the Grand Beyond.
Much love and many blessings. ❤️🦋🌀🙏☮️ OM
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At this time, I am ready to write about a nearly indescribable experience I had the morning after my dad passed away.
My dad passed away in his sleep the night of March 8th, 2019. The next morning when I got the call (from my son), my husband came home from work and we drove 2.5 hours to the property where my son and dad lived. My son, distraught from finding his papaw in that way, asked if my husband and I could stay the night, and of course, I had already decided we would (though we really had not had any presence of mind to take anything with us).
So, as the night wore on, I slept sporadically. At one point, I awoke and cried. As I was about to fall back asleep (about 5am), I had an incredible vision. I saw that my amazing father had been sleeping on the couch in his motorhome and about two feet of the wall, near the ceiling, had opened up and an immense golden light appeared. At the far edge of the golden light, similar to the golden sunlight the next photo captures, there was a distant outline of a city.
Now, I’ve never been one to believe in heavenly streets paved with gold or anything, though the Wizard of Oz is one of my favorite movies, and there’s that scene in it of the shimmering green city of Oz. So, perhaps that was coming through my subconscious. But, the next part is what totally blew my mind!
When that golden light appeared, it took my daddy’s soul, instantly, up and out of the motorhome (through that opening in the wall) and my dad had no choice in the matter. His eyes and mouth were open. His soul departed his body out through his eyes and mouth. My son confirmed to me that dad’s eyes and mouth were open when he found him.
In the vision I was given a knowing that when my dad’s soul departed, he did not have thoughts of missing anyone here, what things he had left to do, what else he had planned to do–Nothing. It was that quick. His soul just left. Poof!
I took a moment to write the following, right after the vision, so I wouldn’t forget it. And so I could tell of it later. This is what I jotted down on my iPhone:
I know my dad loved me more than I could ever know. I have grieved his passing mostly because I thought he was doing well. He’d not been sick. He looked fine. Not overweight. No beer belly. No diabetes, or any other chronic illness that I knew of. In other words, older, but the picture of health.
And I grieved because I hadn’t seen him since Jan. 6th, when I had visited to commemorate what would have been mom and dad’s 59th wedding anniversary. We lost my mom 21 months prior to dad’s passing.
Dad had called me a few days before he passed and made an “appointment” with me (his word, not mine) to visit on March 18th. Often he’d tell me he knew I was “busy, busy, busy.” Ugh!
Papa had stopped by our place unannounced the week prior, but as fate would have it, my job had called me out of town on short notice, and neither my husband nor I were home when he’d stopped by (and he never just popped in). It was just all salt to open wounds of grief.
I have read that in India, when someone dies with their eyes and mouth open, that it indicates the person did good deeds in this life. Oh, yes! I know this was the case with my dad. Though he’d made his share of mistakes (haven’t we all? I know I sure have!), he learned from them and lived the rest of his days as a beacon of what loyalty and love means.
Forever Home – A Calling
I took this next picture in our home state of West Virginia. It’s of the last property my daddy bought, and of the tree stump where dad used to sit and gaze upon the hills. My son had smoothed the seat after dad had told him he loved the view from there.
Oh, I wonder what dad thought about while he sat there. I have at least one voicemail also, where he’d mentioned this was where he was sitting when he called.
I am now realizing the road of life can be rough. But, when we love, and we know our dear ones loved us, we can consciously choose to smooth it out and know we have nothing to fear beyond The Veil.