Moderators, please note: I’m placing this post here because it has more to do, I feel, with our current shift of consciousness than it does with dreams or just dream interpretation.
OMG, I just had the most beautiful dream!
While much of it was quite convoluted in the beginning, it seemed to have much to do with life and struggles—especially the cyclical nature of life. It had to do with being born, living, passing back through the veil, and reincarnating. Over and over. Over and over. Over and over.
Toward the end of the dream, as several of us finished a particularly difficult “life mission” and returned to spirit form, it became clear to me that I and many friends were back “in between” lives. I also understood us to be what many would consider to be “angels”.
We found ourselves suddenly in the midst of a confusing scene, with many other “angels” bustling around us, busily going about their business. There seemed to be three of us in our group. I seemed to be a male, there was one who seemed female, and another who seemed to be male. As we “debriefed” about our last mission and consoled one another over what felt to be a dismal failure, the other male angel was inconsolable. He seemed to have given up hope.
Although the three of us stood holding each other in the purest, most gentle, unconditional love, the other male angel began to disappear. It was as if he was almost “melting” from our dimension and seemingly into a much lower one. As he started to disappear, he looked at me and asked if we loved him. I felt almost overwrought at his leaving, but shared as much love as I could with him. I clearly remember the female angel was there too. In fact, she was sharing such a strong love with both of us that, were it not for her, I would have lost hope and fallen too.
As it was, the male disappeared to a lower dimension and I suddenly found myself alone. It seemed as if I myself had disappeared from the presence of the female and the busy realm which we had all just been in together. I understood that, because of my sadness, I was myself vibrating at a level just below theirs.
At that moment, I felt a sudden, overwhelming determination that I would work tirelessly to bring that “fallen” male angel back. I suddenly knew that I was supported by those, like the female angel, at higher levels and that we would one day succeed. I also knew that, even though I could not see them, there were many others who would be helping all of us bridge the dimensions with our love.
In that moment of the dream, I felt the most incredible love I ever remember feeling. It was a love for every one and every thing.
And then I experienced the most gentle awakening I’ve ever had. It was as if I was being slowly lifted from a warm (dry) mist in a lazy, upward spiraling motion...and as I slowly opened my eyes, I could still feel both the movement and the love.
As I lay in bed trying to remember the dream, I knew it was important and that I had to share its message. And the message is this:
Many of us are here now, in this moment, to give them that hope.
We are here to love them, guide them, and bridge the dimensions so that they can once again understand that they, too, are angels.
We’re here on a rescue mission of the highest and grandest scale.
We’re here to bring them all home.
Every last one.
PS: When I became fully awake and could see through the tears in my eyes (which are still a bit misty as I type this) I noticed it was 3:15 AM. The numerology of the time didn’t escape me.
It’s a 9.
Completion.
And now I’m going back to bed. It’s 4:32 AM, my time.
OMG, I just had the most beautiful dream!
While much of it was quite convoluted in the beginning, it seemed to have much to do with life and struggles—especially the cyclical nature of life. It had to do with being born, living, passing back through the veil, and reincarnating. Over and over. Over and over. Over and over.
Toward the end of the dream, as several of us finished a particularly difficult “life mission” and returned to spirit form, it became clear to me that I and many friends were back “in between” lives. I also understood us to be what many would consider to be “angels”.
We found ourselves suddenly in the midst of a confusing scene, with many other “angels” bustling around us, busily going about their business. There seemed to be three of us in our group. I seemed to be a male, there was one who seemed female, and another who seemed to be male. As we “debriefed” about our last mission and consoled one another over what felt to be a dismal failure, the other male angel was inconsolable. He seemed to have given up hope.
Although the three of us stood holding each other in the purest, most gentle, unconditional love, the other male angel began to disappear. It was as if he was almost “melting” from our dimension and seemingly into a much lower one. As he started to disappear, he looked at me and asked if we loved him. I felt almost overwrought at his leaving, but shared as much love as I could with him. I clearly remember the female angel was there too. In fact, she was sharing such a strong love with both of us that, were it not for her, I would have lost hope and fallen too.
As it was, the male disappeared to a lower dimension and I suddenly found myself alone. It seemed as if I myself had disappeared from the presence of the female and the busy realm which we had all just been in together. I understood that, because of my sadness, I was myself vibrating at a level just below theirs.
At that moment, I felt a sudden, overwhelming determination that I would work tirelessly to bring that “fallen” male angel back. I suddenly knew that I was supported by those, like the female angel, at higher levels and that we would one day succeed. I also knew that, even though I could not see them, there were many others who would be helping all of us bridge the dimensions with our love.
In that moment of the dream, I felt the most incredible love I ever remember feeling. It was a love for every one and every thing.
And then I experienced the most gentle awakening I’ve ever had. It was as if I was being slowly lifted from a warm (dry) mist in a lazy, upward spiraling motion...and as I slowly opened my eyes, I could still feel both the movement and the love.
As I lay in bed trying to remember the dream, I knew it was important and that I had to share its message. And the message is this:
There truly are no “evil” ones, although that is what we may perceive in our human form and with our human “filters”. There are only those who have gotten lost in the game and who have perhaps lost hope in ever finding their way back home.
Many of us are here now, in this moment, to give them that hope.
We are here to love them, guide them, and bridge the dimensions so that they can once again understand that they, too, are angels.
We’re here on a rescue mission of the highest and grandest scale.
We’re here to bring them all home.
Every last one.
PS: When I became fully awake and could see through the tears in my eyes (which are still a bit misty as I type this) I noticed it was 3:15 AM. The numerology of the time didn’t escape me.
It’s a 9.
Completion.
And now I’m going back to bed. It’s 4:32 AM, my time.
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