Dreaming of my own death

[Guest guest]

Last night I had a very lucid dream of my own death, first I saw a dead girl,

around my own age, I then felt myself will myself to die, I saw an explosion of

white light behind my eyes and I knew I was dead, yet my conciousness was very

much still alive, I called out to Azrael the Angel of Death to come and get me,

but instead I was put back in my body and I was alive again. (I wonder if I had

some kind of OBE?)

 

I then went on to get a message from a friends dead mother, the first time this

has ever happened to me. I never get messages from other peoples relatives, only

people I've known directly and they are personal good byes or healing lessons

etc.

All in all a very death filled night and weird dreams all around.

I also saw that my own hair looked very long and shiney and healthy in my dream,

a good sign I believe.

 

Love elektra x x x

[Guest guest]

Hey sweetie, it's cool, boy I do that more often than not. The death

dreams are transformative. That is the intent. I can't count how many

times I've died. Sometimes nice, sometimes not so pretty, I like the

morphine ones.

 

My grandfather was a blacksmith, everyone in the family says I am him

again, looks, temperment, etc. He had a massive stroke, and could not

move, I actually remember being lifted up as a child so he could see me.

His eyes worked. There is no one who doesn't say his heart was large and

full.

 

His death brought many changes to the family, cleaning out the house and

selling it all off, my grandmother moving in. I have lilac here from that

house. Wicked cane she would swing if she was mad. Someone at one point

asked me if there was anything of his that I wanted. I have his tools, his

hammer built my house. The rocks in my garden are taken out with a pry bar

he beat from basic iron.

 

I also have the picture, the one he had on the wall when he was paralyzed.

He put so much energy into it. It was all he could see and study.

Mountain, and large stream flowing from it. A tent about half way down. A

fire. And an old guy taking a bucket of water from the river. As of late

when I look at the picture there is a shadow of another person helping

with the water. You have to look close.. it looks just like me.

 

 

Peace

 

Don

[Guest guest]

Don:

you bring tears to my eyes not of sadness but of a deep respect for

you- a gratitude that i am given the gift of your words and a longing

to meet you - you remind me of someone in particular yet i can not see

who and of course you do bring to mind all the

theologians/philosophers i have met in my readings-

a humble uncomplicated man with a deep passion for life and the land-

a man who is learned thru his life experiences and who has a gift of

story telling and insight so easily shared - i am in awe each reading

you share fills me with deep feelings - and i thank you...

 

please copy your words to give to your family - they will cherish them

as you do your memories and the pic from your granddad- this is a side

of you that i feel your family may not know -

 

boun giorno dear Don

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[Guest guest]

Dreams of death are about transormation, just like the Death card. You've been going through a lot of changes Elektra, I would see this as further confirmation of what is happening with you. You are correct, the long healthy hair is a great sign!

Perhaps you were given some new gifts as well.

Sarita

, Elektra Fire <elektra.fire wrote:>> Last night I had a very lucid dream of my own death, first I saw a dead girl, around my own age, I then felt myself will myself to die, I saw an explosion of white light behind my eyes and I knew I was dead, yet my conciousness was very much still alive, I called out to Azrael the Angel of Death to come and get me, but instead I was put back in my body and I was alive again. (I wonder if I had some kind of OBE?)> > I then went on to get a message from a friends dead mother, the first time this has ever happened to me. I never get messages from other peoples relatives, only people I've known directly and they are personal good byes or healing lessons etc.> All in all a very death filled night and weird dreams all around.> I also saw that my own hair looked very long and shiney and healthy in my dream, a good sign I believe.> > Love elektra x x x>

[Guest guest]

Don, you really should write a book. Reading your posts, whatever they are about, is like a breath of fresh air - a reminder of all that is beautiful.

Sarita

, merlin wrote:>> Hey sweetie, it's cool, boy I do that more often than not. The death> dreams are transformative. That is the intent. I can't count how many> times I've died. Sometimes nice, sometimes not so pretty, I like the> morphine ones.> > My grandfather was a blacksmith, everyone in the family says I am him> again, looks, temperment, etc. He had a massive stroke, and could not> move, I actually remember being lifted up as a child so he could see me.> His eyes worked. There is no one who doesn't say his heart was large and> full.> > His death brought many changes to the family, cleaning out the house and> selling it all off, my grandmother moving in. I have lilac here from that> house. Wicked cane she would swing if she was mad. Someone at one point> asked me if there was anything of his that I wanted. I have his tools, his> hammer built my house. The rocks in my garden are taken out with a pry bar> he beat from basic iron.> > I also have the picture, the one he had on the wall when he was paralyzed.> He put so much energy into it. It was all he could see and study.> Mountain, and large stream flowing from it. A tent about half way down. A> fire. And an old guy taking a bucket of water from the river. As of late> when I look at the picture there is a shadow of another person helping> with the water. You have to look close.. it looks just like me.> > > Peace> > Don>

[Guest guest]

You know I'm actually thinking about it, been some places, seen some

things, done a few more, been here quite a while. But I think it's the

sitepat. Never have I written like I do here. You all inspire me. Sharing

your soul is done among friends. Much of what I write are things that

teach me, even at this age I am always on the lookout for a new lesson.

 

Hugs Sarita

 

Don

 

 

 

> Don, you really should write a book. Reading your posts, whatever they

> are about, is like a breath of fresh air - a reminder of all that is

> beautiful.

>

> Sarita

>

[Guest guest]

I should not keep this up, but reading back I made my grandmother sound

like a horror with her cane. True, she would chase me with it. But she

was the tinyest sweetheart on the planet. She moved in with us after my

grandfathers death. Room next to mine. I could hear her snore at night.

 

I'm like 16, got my first car. Life is good. Gram and I were left alone a

lot, she is the one who taught me respect for plants and how to garden.

For her it was an essential skill, it was how you feed you're family.

 

But she was wild at heart.. when she found I had a car and could drive..

we went to the package store so she could have a bottle of wine. She had

no problem picking up a couple GIQs < google it if you are young> for me.

I was the guy who disposed of her empties so my parents would not find

them.

 

16 and my gram is buying my booze. She went fast after granddad, as

happens so often. I came home from school one day to find her on the

outside stairs, just laying there, with a large chunk of bone protruding.

She was just going to check the mail, had been laying there for 8 hours.

 

I got her help, and she went downhill from there, she died in the room

next to me and my parents would not allow me to be there. To this day I

wish I could have held her hand.

 

I'm holding it now.

 

 

Peace

 

Don

[Guest guest]

Hi Don,

 

What a wonderful story from your childhood. Grandparents, especially

Grandmothers shape our live in so many positive ways. I do hop I can

do that for my Grandchildren-when they come along. It's a shame they

would not let you hold her hand near the end.

 

Please put your memories on paper, if not to publish, then for future

generations of your clan.

 

Blessings,

 

Skydancer x

 

, merlin

wrote:

>

> I should not keep this up, but reading back I made my grandmother

sound

> like a horror with her cane. True, she would chase me with it. But

she

> was the tinyest sweetheart on the planet. She moved in with us

after my

> grandfathers death. Room next to mine. I could hear her snore at

night.

>

> I'm like 16, got my first car. Life is good. Gram and I were left

alone a

> lot, she is the one who taught me respect for plants and how to

garden.

> For her it was an essential skill, it was how you feed you're

family.

>

> But she was wild at heart.. when she found I had a car and could

drive..

> we went to the package store so she could have a bottle of wine.

She had

> no problem picking up a couple GIQs < google it if you are young>

for me.

> I was the guy who disposed of her empties so my parents would not

find

> them.

>

> 16 and my gram is buying my booze. She went fast after granddad, as

> happens so often. I came home from school one day to find her on the

> outside stairs, just laying there, with a large chunk of bone

protruding.

> She was just going to check the mail, had been laying there for 8

hours.

>

> I got her help, and she went downhill from there, she died in the

room

> next to me and my parents would not allow me to be there. To this

day I

> wish I could have held her hand.

>

> I'm holding it now.

>

>

> Peace

>

> Don

>

[Guest guest]

Yes I agree, even if it is a journal and not a book it will be

treasured by members of your family. I have my grandfather's journal

and if it were not for that I would not have gotten to know him. He

died before I was born. I love reading about his life. Just having

someone tell you about a relative is not the same, but reading their

own words makes them come alive. I didn't get a copy of my

grandfather's journal until about 5 years ago. It was great getting

to know him.

 

I am one of the oldsters, but I did not know what GIQs mean. I tried

googling it, but google doesn't know either. Could you tell us,

because my curiousity is driving me crazy.

 

I did a search on dayblind becasue I didn't know what that was

meaning either. I found a real cool poem with the word in it. I will

share.

 

Undone Suns

 

suns undone still come

fast motion clock , we live sunscratched

terrible loss the cost

spirit bright truent in daylight

our waking hours spite

drove between and yet time dreams alight

distant eons stars write

ancient fires in astute heights

our only life fades in waking

bound in midnight thread

locked behind dayblind time

still coming like a long gone sun

we shine youre mine

 

by David A~

 

 

Linda

 

, " Skydancer "

<ionaskydancer wrote:

>

> Hi Don,

 

> Please put your memories on paper, if not to publish, then for

future

> generations of your clan.

>

> Blessings,

>

> Skydancer x