When Sarah S. and I first connected through my blog, I was impressed with how beautifully she wrote. She expressed herself like an ‘old soul’ who has carried wisdom from many previous lifetimes. Sarah is a cross-over Indigo/Crystal child. With the birth of these children commencing in the mid-to-late nineties, we are now experiencing the results of their amazing gifts. Stories of celestial beings keeping in touch with them, guiding and protecting them for the special purposes they are being groomed for in this incarnation. The dream Sarah describes below is astoundingly insightful with similarities to Near Death Experiences described by those who return to tell their stories. Fortunately for us, Sarah allowed me to share her story and her incredible, revealing dream on this blog. Here it is in Sarah’s words:
I’ve always had vivid dreams since the time I was a child. Dreams I had at the age of 3 and 4 are still just as vivid and meaningful to me as they were in the mornings after waking from them. Other dreams seem unlike anything that is dreamlike at all—people who visit me, people I love and recognize, have given surprisingly accurate warnings, lessons and advice. As a child I did see auras, as my father did. He also shared the types of dreams that I experienced and spoke lovingly of the visits he received up until his 69th yr. My dreams have changed my life, redirected me and have been reflected in my views upon death and passing. I start this dream from where it began for me, and describe my understanding of it as I understood it while asleep.
Sarah’s dream: I’m home, where the water is ever present. Not water like we have here…it has more life and vitality, warmth and energy. It’s a “being” of its own, with its own feelings and intents. I have no memories of entering any body of water in this place without feeling like I’m part of it. I can’t say that its identity is so strong you can Identify “it” as separate, but it provides like a mother’s presence would. It would feel depreciating to mention it as only a substance, especially when love enters my heart at the thought of the water here. Everything connects to her, “the water”; massive trees pull her in and then she rains back down from their leaves. I don’t ever see this place as heaven, but it feels close to it. While here, it is simply just “one of our places.”
We have “sleepy” souls with us this time. I know they did not cross in the usual, quick manner. Instead these ones lingered when their bodies died. It’s not bad that they didn’t cross right away…but it does create a burden for them to some extent. They stay believing they are not done, or for fear of not loving someone enough. Some stay because being out of their bodies was not what they believed it would be while in their bodies. These ones had to be ‘collected’…encouraged…nudged …drawn in. We had to go to them and guide them here. I was not a part of the collecting, not with these, but I remember doing so and understand how they came to be here. I understand that the longer a soul stays “there” without crossing, the “sleepier” they get. I use the word sleepy because they dive deeper into the unreal when not crossing.
Often times this “sleepiness” is unpleasant for them, even though it is their choosing to not let go of it. I understand that waking up takes a bit longer for some of them under these conditions. This is not their final stop or the end of their crossing. Being here is an “in between” for them. They are home safe, but sleepy and not entirely ready for their homecoming. We move in a group around them. The others with me are just an extension of me; we have no need to communicate. We are one. I want to emphasize that I still exist here, with my own identity, but at times there is no need to have my own self awareness, and it is just as much of a pleasure to be part of a moving organism as a separate one here.
We love the “collected ones” and we are on some levels more tapped into, and focused on them than we are to each other. We don’t need to share thoughts about each one. They are all different, each having a sharper sense of separateness, and we all know what is being perceived in every direction at once. We do not consider some to be weaker souls, older souls, younger etc. They are all just as valuable, and belong as anything would here. They are not here to be SHOVED into a loving merge, or forced into seeing what is really happening; they are simply here to wake up a bit more. Now pulled over, they all feel loved, at peace, tranquil, and satisfied.
However, each is still too sleepy to remember an important part of them that is best described as childlike joy. Some still believe they are “old” or “unable”, others believe they have pain, even though none of them is actually feeling any pain. Physical pain is not a reality here, although I do have memories of fragmented lessons taking place here…where an emotional insight caused a splinter of hurt, and then instantaneously turned into a delightful understanding. We push them out onto a boat and move at all sides next to them. A boat is not necessary here, but they believe it is. They know the water from where they came, and that predominates their expectations. So we provide one. We can feel some of them waking up to a small bit of excitement…it moves through them. As each one wakes up it affects all of them and us. We cross to the other shore and coax them out. Like children, some of them are tentative, but now all of them are starting to feel excited, and because of this, who they really are starts to emanate amongst all of us. I emphasize again that all of them are uniquely their own, but they ARE us too, and each other.
We point at the water and I tell one to look down at the life inside of it. “See that beautiful little creature? See it with YOURSELF instead of your eyes. Do you feel her growth? Do you feel the beauty of this cycle for her? Feel her love for her babies…..and now it is yours too! Do you see how she grows and learns for us all?” I am pulled in briefly by her beauty, letting the energy of her experience consume and warm me. She’s here moving through growth as these other souls did “over there”. Growing and learning is much softer here though, less traumatic.
One soul believed in the boat that he couldn’t walk and still vaguely holds on to that idea. “Look at the purple!” I communicate to him without using words as we all do here. I feel an explosion of excitement emerge from him. He wants to find more of the purple under the water. He moves away from the group, the belief of being disabled has evaporated. I know this one while “awake” and away from “form” lingers in this place as much as I do. I know this is a place of his liking. Others with us will have other places that match their loves better. I know the man who wanted to find purple will finish waking up and return here often.
Soon we are surrounded by moving agile forms, all of them more awake than when they came. The laughter moves through all of us energetically. They are waking up, they are beautiful. Their ideas of fear are gone, and won’t return until they are strong enough to handle it. I wake up wondering if this was a memory, or an amazing imagination that pushed me through the night. Either way I feel elated, as if on a high. I roll out of bed wondering when I can go back. Even if it is not real, I miss this place, enough that seeing it makes my spirits soar, and simultaneously leaves me longing for it on a deep level. I will spend the rest of my day feeling as I always do after being there, (remembering there), ecstatic because of it, but aching for not being there. With Sarah’s permission, I forwarded her dream to Cathy Hunsberger, a professional dream interpreter. To read Cathy’s analysis of the dream, visit her blog at untoldbridgesecrets.com If you have a dream that you want interpreted, send it to Cathy at firstname.lastname@example.org