Sorta corelled this one to death from a lot of smaller pics
So what did I see. I was at work and we got word someone had died.
Quickly we were there. An empty shell was there. The soul had already departed.
Makes me think of the vampires in the anne-rice gendre - they arent aware of spiritual things.
Why this morbid fear of death - have they daith or at least enough trust to listen to the wise ones preaching about life after death.
I once had a vision where we were all souls diving in and out of a laerge bubbling wineglass, bubbling with life.
Vampires perhaps are the viewers of drinkers of the glass?
I had so much to say today, and I said it already.
My dad passed on a sunday. I got to his bedside mere minutes after he had passed, the nurse had placed the pillow underneath his jaw.
He wasnt there anymore, I saw a sleeping face of a familiar stranger. What I admired most about him were his pearly whites.
I didnt cry or anything coz I knew he was in a better place - he was just the kind of person who wouldnt up anywhere bad. I was glad for his sake and disorientated.
The reality of the situation didnt strike me until later.......
I dont dream, I have never dreamt....I go places in my sleep. I went to this train station and I saw him there, he was a foot taller than in real life and his spine was perfectly straight.
He looked to be about 35. We talked. He spoke about his concern for my mother and there I made him a promise - I keep my promises.
A few months passed then I visited him again in his home on the other side....and that was a treat seeing that I needed his advice.
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