Imagine ~ Heaven…
Too weird for my straight friends and too straight for my weird friends — I never fit in! (straight, as in followed the rules — weird, as tuned in to a different drummer!).
I remember my birth, talked to ancient figures in the sky, claimed I was from Orion even as a child, and closed my eyes to communicate with Spirit. This was my ‘go-to’ place when others left me out. Doesn’t every child experience this? A lonely Foster child by three, I taught myself to play the piano by the age of four.
Life, as an adult did not become easier because fewer people accept a weirdo in their conversations. Even when you do not talk about anything scary. Talk about children, I had five. Talk about husbands, I had four. Talk about an accident, I had five serious accidents, including having been struck by a train, when pregnant: two head-ons, broken back as a passenger when driver ramming a parked van, and struck by a city bus running a red light breaking my neck! No one wants to hear about it.
What was left of me tried to carry-on, be normal. Teaching a class in metaphysics I wrote the Foundation for clarification of a term. (This triggered weekly letters for six years, when he passed — and still communicates). Eight months into our correspondence I had a Dream!
Asleep in a chair, since I cannot lay down after a broken neck, the room filled with light — which I could see with my eyes closed. Someone covered in light stood beside me and comforted me, although no words were spoken. Instead of fear, I felt blessed and consumed with unconditional love. When the Image faded away he left a room full of peace and grace…
The following day I wrote to my hard-copy-letter-writing friend with my best explanation of my beautiful dream. A few days later I received his letter with this comment about my dream…
“Thank you for letting me come, for letting me stay, and for sharing the love.”