My dream and the Intuitive
I dreamed we were saying goodbye again, mama. You were moving to Montana, and I was moving to Minnesota and we were taking turns packing up the house. I got some of your things. I was crying and crying. It was gong to be such a long drive between visitations. I didn’t even know anyone in Minneapolis, just Josh, but we’re not speaking. I knew I was going to miss you, and I miss you now. It’s strange to have you here with me and me not being able to see you. I see you in my mind’s eye and sometimes I feel like you, and right now, I just know you’re here. With these tears, it’s all fresh again. Jason got the dumpster packed up for me, but no, I do not want it.
I went to see an intuitive last week and the session was amazing. It hit directly home. Even this dream and my feelings now lead to the prayers which came during the session:
I release everything and all things which do not belong to me… God, ignite the fire within me and enfold, protect and surround me with divine light and love, may nothing enter my energy field except by way of this light and love, may only the same vibration enter in and everything else I observe outside this field of energy. May I accept and allow a return to complete wholeness and wellness. Thank you for all mention here today. May I be abundantly blessed and abundantly bless others, thank you, thank you, thank you.
May I be aware of helpful and loving guidance, and my mother’s love around me, for she is around me a lot of the time. So are seven to ten other angelic entities! wow…
N. Lois Turtledove is a graduate student at the University of Colorado at Denver obtaining a Master's Degree in Humanities. She teaches yoga inside and outside the home, and is an apprentice in the ancient therapeutic art of shamanic practice. She understands that the only real enemy is the self, and the Self is the deepest source of nurture. She wishes freedom from suffering for herself and for all sentient beings.
This is very similar to things I feel about my own mom.
She is here with me always in spirit, yet I miss her terribly. Especially now.
I still feel like the 15 year old that was left behind.
She had to go, she loved me and still does, but I still want her.
I have dreams about her periodically, and I love it. It is an amazing gift.
June 10th, 2008 at 4:43 am
I miss my mom and still want her too!
I had a dream a couple days ago where it was not at all dramatic, and she was there with me as I was running an errand. I was getting a last paycheck from a lady and she noticed my mom behind me, and commented that we looked just alike. It was light and wonderful. Bring on more dreams like THAT! It was truly a gift.
* hugs *
June 11th, 2008 at 9:18 pm
HUGS
June 14th, 2008 at 8:05 am