I had a visitation dream from my son a month ago. The message in this dream was so profound for me I don’t think I will ever be able to go back to thinking about this subject in the way I have in the past. The message was powerful to the extent that I got up out of my warm bed at 2:00 am to write it in my journal and date it.
I will try to set the stage for the dream. The dream felt very ethereal, almost as if I were viewing it through a veil. As I glided effortlessly through a soft and gentle atmosphere, I saw a building that looked rich with history, much like a charming hotel from another time. As I strolled outside the hotel, the windows to the rooms were open.
The rooms were dimly lit, soft, and hazy. There were delicate lace curtains fluttering gently with the breeze at the windows. The sound of music billowed peacefully from each room, meaningful to the individual who resided within. The music was soft and hypnotic. I would describe it as a soft, slow jazz. It sounded familiar to my ears but not recognizable. It was clear that the music represented the soul within. As I strolled past each open window, the personality of the soul within floated gently towards me. Softly, the personalities introduced themselves without words. Each personality was distinctly male or female.
They all possessed the same type of personality. Gentle, quiet, unassuming. Perhaps on earth they were the type of people we recognize as having a spirit too gentle and too beautiful for this world. They represented the deep thinkers who are quietly passionate about ideas that interest them. It is hard to fully draw them out until a one on one conversation can take place and their passion can tumble out when they know they have our full attention. The emotion spills out like a dam that needs to be released. The conversation is animated until it is interrupted by someone or something.
In the dream, it was as if this was a hotel for gentle souls. Perhaps on earth they were labled as melancholy or depressed. I felt as if I was allowed a brief glimpse into their soul.
I felt as if I had an understanding of what they struggled with during their time on earth. The earthly world was too harsh, too bright, too abrupt, too insensitive and too fast for them to thrive. They made me feel that they were misunderstood. They were in this world but not prepared for its harshness. They stayed as long as they could.
Some left early by grace. Some wanted to leave and their actions helped speed the process. They hated to leave early, almost as if they were at a party where they wanted to have fun, but the music tempo was too loud and jarring for their senses. Despite their love for the people at the party, they needed to quietly leave early to go Home where the music could be softer and their mind could be quiet. They could slow down and their heart rate could slow to a gentle beat.
I recognized none of the people in the rooms but they all reminded me of my son. They showed me that there are many in this world who cannot find their footing or their place here. The message was that they tried so hard to stay but they just could not do it despite their love for those who loved them most.
Will came into the dream and without words told me, “See Mom, this is why I needed to leave early. I can handle this way of life more easily. I needed this rest and respite. I might venture out and try again after I have had the chance to recharge my soul. ”
A feeling flooded over me that the reason that some people need drugs or alcohol in order to cope is because they need their world to be softer in order to cope with the harshness. They are looking for respite and a hazy vacation from the harshness of their life. Slowly, they need more of these artificial respites until it seems as if they need it everyday. They long to leave this world of artificially induced haziness and quiet in order to go to another world where this gentleness is a constant state.
The dream felt sad to me but I felt as if I were given a glimpse into their souls. Heaven is the place where they can be at peace. They have nothing to prove anymore and are accepted without judgment or explanation.
Peace was the overall feeling. They wanted it here but could only have it in short bursts. I felt no judgment for them, only love and compassion for how hard they tried to do what the rest of us do more easily.
They impressed upon me what Heaven feels like for them. The feeling they gave me was the way I feel when I am doing guided meditation where my thoughts can ebb and flow, like gentle waves flowing and receding onto the sand.
Imagine being on a beach in a comfortable chair, eyes closed, aware but not focused on anything of this world. You are only thinking about your own gentle thoughts and the sound of the ocean, at one with nature.
Imagine being in a quiet wood, only listening to the sounds that the wind makes and the sound of the birds calling to each other as they flap their wings to fly from one perch to another. Little creatures scurry, rattle the leaves and gently snap twigs. You are quiet with your own thoughts. Peace, sweet peace.
The message came to me that I need to sit alone outside everyday and be quiet in a place where time disappears. No phones will be allowed. The more I think about it, that would be a heavenly mini vacation. The message was clear that I need to set a priority for these moments where I am free from the worries of earth.
The message was to simplify, downsize, and leave plenty of time to pursue the things that make me happy. The message was to not let life get too large to manage.
The visitation dream from these beautiful souls and my son left me filled with compassion for their struggle. It left me with a desire to notice these same types of personalities still here on earth and to acknowledge to them that I see them and I know that they are doing the best that they know how to do. It left me with the feeling to pray for them with passion and recognize they are someone’s child, spouse, parent, friend. “God, please place someone in this person’s path today that lets them know how deeply loved they are by You.”
This was a beautiful dream and meditation. I haven’t been able to get it off of my mind since I experienced it a month ago.
Peace and love.
She writes about life, death, grief, and recovery.
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