One night, I dreamed I died.
We have all heard the warnings about this: if you dream you die, you will really die in that moment, they say. Or if you dream you die, it means you’re going to die soon, they say.
But that wasn’t my experience.
I dreamed I died, and in my dream, I actually died, I really died, I completely died…. and then… my soul looked around, and saw that it was all the same.
“It’s all the same!”
The me that was my soul, the me that was my consciousness… it didn’t go anywhere.
As I was floating away from my body, my soul was experiencing everything exactly as I do now when I am in a state of awareness.
There was no death.
The soul lives on.
In my dream, I immediately understood that the soul has no fear of death, because there is no death: we are not snuffed out, shut down; we do not cease to exist.
This is all myth and Misbelief.
Even the things that are hard for humans when someone we love dies: the grief, the longing, the loneliness… those don't exist for the person who transitions.
It's just love and gratitude, and this sense of the extraordinary beauty of this adventure we call life, and the understanding that it is a gift to experience everything.
When I was young I used to listen to Paul Simon’ s American Tune. The lyrics go something like this:
And I dreamed I was dying
Dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
And I dreamed I was flying
I’ve had the dream, Paul Simon has had the dream, I’m guessing many of you have had the dream.
Reassuringly, filled with love and always in gratitude: the soul lives on.
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