Visitors from Beyond: Or Lucid Dreams?
What Do You Think?
Put briefly, a lucid dream is a dream where you are aware that you are dreaming. This can range from simply realizing that what is happening is not physically possible in the real world; therefore, your mind accepts the
fact that you are indeed dreaming and the events transpiring around you are not real events. Lucid dreams can, and do, take many forms. It is this basic low level lucid dream where you are aware that the events are part of a dream, but you exert no control over the course of the dream, that I wish to concentrate on.
My mother passed away when my first born was nine months old. It came as a great blow to me. I loved my mother dearly and wasn't quite ready to let her go. I am told that a day or two prior to her passing she ventured outside to view the wondrous sights of nature near her home. When she returned, she exclaimed of the beauty God had bestowed on us in the natural world and added that where she was going was even more beautiful. Within days, she had passed.
Which leads me to the episode of lucid dreaming I wish to share with you. Several months later, when her birthday arrived, I found myself in the midst of a dream that has lingered for 20 years. I was in my dining room when suddenly my mother appeared. Instantly, I realized that she could not be there, as she had passed on; yet I was so eager to see her that I joyously began a conversation with her. We talked for what appeared to be several minutes.
What we talked about escapes me. It is what happened next that has etched itself into every fiber of my being.
I knew she couldn't stay for long, I believe she told me that, but perhaps it was merely knowing that she had passed that told me this. I really don't know. I began to tell her about my son and realized she had not seen him for several months. I asked her to wait while I ran to get him out of his crib, so she could see him before she left. I ran down the hall and plucked him out of his crib only to return to an empty room. On the table was note written in my mother's hand writting. What is said has haunted me through time. "Life is so unpredictable that even death doesn't play by the rules." Did I, in a state of lucid dreams, create this reflection on life? Did my mother somehow find a loophole in the fabric of time that allowed her one more visit? Perhaps I will never know. There are those who could provide convincing arguments to support either side. I prefer to believe that my mother crossed the barrier that seperated the living from the dead leave one final message for the living; but I know that is not very realistic. It is probably far more likely that I dreamed of her because it was her birthday and the message was a reflection of my feelings concerning her life.
The above was written by Nannete Richford.
Visitors from Beyond: Or Lucid Dreams?
What Do You Think?
Put briefly, a lucid dream is a dream where you are aware that you are dreaming. This can range from simply realizing that what is happening is not physically possible in the real world; therefore, your mind accepts the
fact that you are indeed dreaming and the events transpiring around you are not real events. Lucid dreams can, and do, take many forms. It is this basic low level lucid dream where you are aware that the events are part of a dream, but you exert no control over the course of the dream, that I wish to concentrate on.
My mother passed away when my first born was nine months old. It came as a great blow to me. I loved my mother dearly and wasn't quite ready to let her go. I am told that a day or two prior to her passing she ventured outside to view the wondrous sights of nature near her home. When she returned, she exclaimed of the beauty God had bestowed on us in the natural world and added that where she was going was even more beautiful. Within days, she had passed.
Which leads me to the episode of lucid dreaming I wish to share with you. Several months later, when her birthday arrived, I found myself in the midst of a dream that has lingered for 20 years. I was in my dining room when suddenly my mother appeared. Instantly, I realized that she could not be there, as she had passed on; yet I was so eager to see her that I joyously began a conversation with her. We talked for what appeared to be several minutes.
What we talked about escapes me. It is what happened next that has etched itself into every fiber of my being.
I knew she couldn't stay for long, I believe she told me that, but perhaps it was merely knowing that she had passed that told me this. I really don't know. I began to tell her about my son and realized she had not seen him for several months. I asked her to wait while I ran to get him out of his crib, so she could see him before she left. I ran down the hall and plucked him out of his crib only to return to an empty room. On the table was note written in my mother's hand writting. What is said has haunted me through time. "Life is so unpredictable that even death doesn't play by the rules." Did I, in a state of lucid dreams, create this reflection on life? Did my mother somehow find a loophole in the fabric of time that allowed her one more visit? Perhaps I will never know. There are those who could provide convincing arguments to support either side. I prefer to believe that my mother crossed the barrier that seperated the living from the dead leave one final message for the living; but I know that is not very realistic. It is probably far more likely that I dreamed of her because it was her birthday and the message was a reflection of my feelings concerning her life.
The above was written by Nannete Richford.
My mother passed away when my first born was nine months old. It came as a great blow to me. I loved my mother dearly and wasn't quite ready to let her go. I am told that a day or two prior to her passing she ventured outside to view the wondrous sights of nature near her home. When she returned, she exclaimed of the beauty God had bestowed on us in the natural world and added that where she was going was even more beautiful. Within days, she had passed.
Which leads me to the episode of lucid dreaming I wish to share with you. Several months later, when her birthday arrived, I found myself in the midst of a dream that has lingered for 20 years. I was in my dining room when suddenly my mother appeared. Instantly, I realized that she could not be there, as she had passed on; yet I was so eager to see her that I joyously began a conversation with her. We talked for what appeared to be several minutes.
What we talked about escapes me. It is what happened next that has etched itself into every fiber of my being.
I knew she couldn't stay for long, I believe she told me that, but perhaps it was merely knowing that she had passed that told me this. I really don't know. I began to tell her about my son and realized she had not seen him for several months. I asked her to wait while I ran to get him out of his crib, so she could see him before she left. I ran down the hall and plucked him out of his crib only to return to an empty room. On the table was note written in my mother's hand writting. What is said has haunted me through time. "Life is so unpredictable that even death doesn't play by the rules." Did I, in a state of lucid dreams, create this reflection on life? Did my mother somehow find a loophole in the fabric of time that allowed her one more visit? Perhaps I will never know. There are those who could provide convincing arguments to support either side. I prefer to believe that my mother crossed the barrier that seperated the living from the dead leave one final message for the living; but I know that is not very realistic. It is probably far more likely that I dreamed of her because it was her birthday and the message was a reflection of my feelings concerning her life.
The above was written by Nannete Richford.
Every since I had the vision of colonel DeBarge I have been seeking answers from any thing I could find on the internet. There are plenty of people that believe that the dead can pass through a portal to visit the living. There seem to be a concensus of beliefs that only certain people can or have the ability to reach the living. Some say that dreams are often used as a means of communication with the living. It seems that some have the power to make many visits to this realm while others do not. I find it hard to understand why this is so. How can the colonel be alive in my dreams and visit me on many occasions and have such an impact on my life? This is the one thing that I am having a hard time with. It has been too long and it is time for my demon to go. Just leave me alone. Let me get on with my life. theblogmeister
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