My latest dream or OBE - Tara

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Dear Tara,

 

I'm glad you were able to get an update on your

uncle...and there ARE ceremonies of love going on

there: your aunt and cousins have been reminiscing

with your uncle about their favorite times. That must

be a wonderful experience for your uncle to remember

happy times and feel all their love washing over him.

It will ease his transition.

 

You know, perhaps the hand-made card was a projection

of your own consciousness, since you are very gifted

at that! Or maybe they have made one for him but have

not told your mother about it.

 

Your love for your uncle must to some degree heighten

your psychic sensitivity to what is happening around

him. That is a gift and I know you treasure 'being a

part' of his final days in some form, since you can't

be there physically.

 

Much love,

Claudia

 

--- tara jacoby <tjmassage7777 wrote:

 

> Claudia,

> I just spoke to my mom about the dream or obe,

> and she told me that she didn't know about a card

> being made, but she knew from her last conversation

> with my aunt, that she (my aunt) along with my

> cousins and my uncle- have all been spending a lot

> of time talking about their favorite times

> together.

> My aunt told her that they all knew they'd better

> spend time reminiscing and remembering the good

> times, and feeling that same joy and love all over

> again. She said my aunt told her that they all

> decided this was the time to do that.

> xoxo,

> Tara

>

>

> Claudia Lambright <newtfoodbowl wrote:

> Dear Tara,

>

> Your very touching experience brought tears to my

> eyes. Whether a dream or an OBE, it strikes me as

> very real and I would not be at all surprised if

> you

> discover one day, without having to ask your aunt

> and

> cousins, that this private ceremony of love

> acutally

> did take place. What a wonderful thing to do for

> someone who will be leaving you! So often we don't

> get, or we don't take, the time to say goodbye, and

> the gesture of making a personal card expressing

> all

> that a loved one has meant to you is so much

> more...something that would surely mean so much to

> the

> dying person as well as provide a treasured

> keepsake

> for the survivors.

>

> You were very blessed to be a visitor at this

> ceremony, Tara. Thank you so much for sharing it

> with

> us. I will keep your uncle Dennis in my prayers.

>

> Love & blessings to you and your family,

> Claudia

>

> --- tara jacoby <tjmassage7777 wrote:

>

> >

> >

> > tara jacoby <tjmassage7777 wrote: This

> > dream I had was about uncle Dennis.

> > I'm not sure now, if it was a dream or an

> > out-of-body-experience.

> > Since I don't have the heart to question them

> [Aunt

> > Helen and cousins] about

> > the details- during this difficult time, I will

> > simply keep it to myself.

> >

> > It begins like this:

> > I was at Aunt Helen and Uncle Dennis's house. I

> was

> > not in the physical form.

> > I looked as I do now, except transparent. I was

> also

> > unseen. I was noticing all of this as I seemingly

> > appeared in their house, and as I 'landed' there,

> I

> > slowly became

> > aware of my surroundings, and aware of my

> reality

> > as a non physical being.

> > I noticed, as I 'felt' the air for energy..and

> > turned toward the closest being- that

> > I was standing in front of their dining room

> table.

> > My aunt was sitting at the table.

> > She is always optimistic and cheerful, but this

> time

> > she was sitting all alone, in

> > darkness. She was holding something that looked

> like

> > a really big card. She just held it in her

> hands,

> > and never shifted her eyes from it. She looked as

> if

> > she was in deep thought, as her eyes continued to

> > helplessly stare at it. I looked down a bit, to

> see

> > her face. It held a look of overwhelming

> pain..one

> > which cannot be expressed. I felt it, and I

> thought

> > I would fall to the floor with the sadness. I

> > realized however, that the non physical body

> reacts

> > differently to such pain and sorrow, than the

> > physical body- and although I still had the

> weak

> > sensation, I did not fall. I wondered if he had

> > died..if that's what she was experiencing. The

> way

> > she held the card, and the way she stared passed

> it,

> > and the immense pain which emanated from her

> > reminded me of my reaction to Mischief's passing.

> > I wanted to see what she was looking at. Without

> > even thinking, I turned my palms upward and

> raised

> > my arms a bit, and I lifted up from where I

> 'stood'.

> > As I thought of where I wanted to be- I was

> simply

> > there. I had shifted to behind her chair, so

> that I

> > could look on what she was holding. It was a

> card,

> > but it was also like a memorial. It was very sad

> to

> > look at, and I could feel a sensation of pain and

> > warmth flow over my face. She made this card with

> my

> > cousins. She was now putting some finishing

> touches

> > around the perimeter- some fancy stitches with

> > colored thread. The card was I think, material.

> It

> > seemed to be a fairly stiff kind of fabric. Each

> > cousin had made part of it, complete with their

> own

> > memories of favorite times with their dad, and a

> > little bit on what he has meant to them. It kind

> of

> > reminded me of a patchwork quilt, what with the

> > material and the pieces done by each one, and at

> > last sewn together and stitched fancily around

> the

> > edges. She seemed to be

> > finding peace in creating this..it was her

> escape.

> >

> > I thought, ok..his birthday has passed- it's not

> a

> > birthday card. There is no special occasion right

> > now..so what is the purpose of this card.

> > I thought, has he died? Then I wondered, why

> would

> > she make a card for him if he has passed, and why

> > would she make a memorial for him if he's still

> > alive?

> > It just didn't make sense to me.What was she

> doing?

> > I wondered how cold she must have grown from this

> > hurt..from enduring all of this..to be able to

> spend

> > her time making this memorial while he's still

> > alive..to be able to detach herself so much that

> she

> > feels as though he's already gone.

> >

> > Then I began to wonder if he was still with us.

> > Once again, I shifted my position, by raising my

> > arms and palms. I was suddenly in the room in

> which

> > he was staying. It was not his own room, but it

> was

> > transformed into a comfy version of his room. It

> was

> > more convenient for him to be in this room. I saw

> > him lying in the bed. He was very weak, and

> still-

> > but he was still living. I thought, " How could

> > you?..How could you waste away your last days

> with

> > him while you make that project, as if he's

> already

> > gone? How could you be so cold, and how could

> you

> > leave him to waste away- all alone in that room,

> > while you spend your time doing this? " I couldn't

> > understand, and it made me both angry and sad. I

> was

> > standing near to him, but he couldn't see me.

> > Suddenly, the door opened, and a procession of

> > cousins, holding the card and lead by my

> aunt..filed

> > through and crowded around one side of his bed.

> > I thought, " No, you can't..you can't give him

> that

> > card and make him feel like you want him to be

> gone!

> > How could you? You can't, you just can't! "

> > I was sad, so I shifted my position to behind

> the

> > other side of the bed- away from them. They

> handed

> > the card to him and kissed him on the head. He

> > smiled as he read it, and as he looked at the

>

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