There have been several instances now that I have been dreaming about death. Sometimes, I walk around a graveyard seeing my own tombstone. Last night, I dreamt that my family was taken by the rapture and I was left alone.
I know my visions. And I know that this is not about someone dying soon. It’s my separation anxiety manifesting. I am about to set foot on a strange land, meeting new people, immersing into another culture. It is an adventure, a new chapter that has long been destined to be written. My soul has already laid out the ground work before its rebirth into this existence that is why everything is falling into place, perfectly. Yet, it seems that my feet are getting cold. Is this fear of the unknown? If this fear indeed exists in me, does this mean that I have doubts with what my soul has prepared for? Perhaps.
Perhaps I need a little more of ‘remembering’.
Even before I was conceived, the players have already been selected, the stage has already been set, and the outcome has already been decided. And this is never against anyone’s free will for it is of my soul’s choosing. Though you know how it would end, it is the journey towards your destiny that gives life its sense of adventure.
But I have forgotten.
I have been so focused with the physical reality and that the ‘memories’ of my soul’s purpose is left into the oblivion. Thus my fears. Yet it is in the mindful awareness of self, of my being, that allows me to gradually ‘recover’ the lost memories, and slowly realigning my mind, my heart, my soul and my consciousness so that I may be able to fully ‘re-member’.
Be still my child. Trust. Everything will be perfectly alright.
Namaste.
