Some strange goings on here at home this week. I’ve been finding it hard to make the time to meditate and channel and write the stories — both because (fortunately) business has been, fortunately, brisk but mainly because I’ve been insanely distracted by politics. Reading, watching, posting, calling, faxing, etc. I know it would be good for me to make the time to back away from all that and spend more time in the space in between. But I am having a hard time.
But twice in the past 5 days, it was my husband, Michael, who seemed to be channeling the dead. Because they were dreams, they were not as clear as they are as when channeling awake (when one is lucid enough to ask questions) but the stories were interesting, so today I’m cheating and using his! 🙂
His first dream was of an American Indian woman who worked as a nanny for two young boys. Their mother was not in the picture (gone/dead, unclear). Eventually, the father was called away long term on business (perhaps to another country where he could not bring the boys) and left them in the care of the Native woman. Being that she was their only caretaker for a year or more, she functioned as a surrogate for their departed mother. She loved them like her own children. In this year, they developed genuine love for each other. They had grown used to her ways. They trusted her advice, respected her style of discipline. When their father returned, he became jealous and angry at their close relationship. The children seemed to love her more than they loved him. He becomes violent. (Drunk perhaps?) He screams at her for stealing away his children’s loyalty and affection. He calls her terrible names, using ugly racial epithets. He sends her away. She is devastated. End of dream.
Second dream was of a brother and sister somewhere in Iran or Afghanistan. They are running way together (although it’s not clear from what or tp where.) They are eventually caught. While the boy is spared the worst, the punishment for the girl is death. Her brother is forced to kill her by stoning her in a ditch, essentially burying her alive. In the dream, the point of view switches back and forth between each character. As the girl, he feels himself in a ditch, viewing debris raining down on the girl through the holes in her burqa. Then, he feels himself to be the brother, with his hands on the shovel. This upsets and startles him so much, in his sleep, it wakes him up.
Michael has long had a connection with the other side. He used to dream about people just before they died — family members, his high school girl friend. One night, no long after she committed suicide, she came to him in his room and spoke to him. He claims he was not sleeping and he saw her clearly.
I have been encouraging him to try to meditate/channel but he’s even busier than I am, works crazy hours at a very stressful job, and has so little time, it’s just too time-consuming a project for him. Perhaps when he retires…
Has anyone else given it a shot? I don’t think it takes any particular skill except the ability to make one’s mind still, and to listen to what comes.
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