Author’s note;
This dream and the event that happened in real time at pretty much the same time I had the dream, mark the most important turning point in my life. After having this dream, I could not help but question certain coincidences in my life starting with the man that died on this night. I never did find out why he was killed, but his death has stayed with me and reminded me of the importance of honouring dreams. Once again I select this quote because of how I feel it relates to this aparticular dream;
“Every person has the truth in his heart. No matter how complicated his circumstances, no matter how others look at him from the outside, and no matter how deep or shallow the truth dwells in his heart, once his heart is pierced with a crystal needle, the truth will gush forth like a geyser.” Che Guevara
The Awakening November 23, 1997
Ever since having this dream I began to experience phantom pains. They strike without warning in different parts of my body with force, and at any time of the day. It is like a jolt of electricity, maybe similar to what it feels like to be tased. Some pains last longer than others but afterwards I always feel exhausted. The chest pains, usually radiating from the place where I felt the object go in are the worst because they can last for hours. Their presence is a penetrating ache tight around my heart, making it difficult to breathe. I feel it important to mention this because of the connection to this dream. The recurring pain would not allow me to ever forget this dream or it’s meaning.
I was trying to rescue an injured robin that was hiding under a bush. When I bent down to pick it up someone came up from behind, startling me. As I turned to stand and see who was there, a man stabbed me in the heart. There was no time to react.
I was in shock, feeling the coldness of the object go into my chest, but I felt no pain. I grabbed it not realizing what it was and began to pull it out, and as I did so felt warm blood run down my body. When I say I felt these things I mean I felt them in the dream, but also in reality. Immediately upon awaking I anxiously examined my chest for the wound, the blood flowing down my skin absolutely real to me even now, this feeling remains with me still.
Once the object was removed I began to feel the pain of the wound. I saw the man standing there, but I cannot really describe him. He was all in black with dark hair and dark eyes. I began to fight with him but he was much stronger. But being stubborn, I continued and surprisingly began to win. Just as I was about to get the upper hand he stopped, stepped back, and while I stood there in surprise he broke into a smile and began laughing.
He grabbed me and hugged me and then led me to a gigantic greenhouse. All thoughts of my injury, the blood, and the fight were gone as we entered the building. After we were inside he presented me with the ‘Tree Of Life.’ The tree was tropical with some kind of fruit or nut which was a purplish, brown colour. The dream ended with this gift.
Astounding! What does it mean to receive such a dream? I received two gifts that night. The first was when he took my life, for with death we are reborn, given another chance to live in a different way. I believe it was more a case of him waking me up rather than taking my life, but the effect was the same; I was being given a chance to solve the mystery that is my life.
I was in complete awe when I received the tree of life so I did not really give much thought to its full potential, being distracted by the recurring pain associated with the stabbing experience. Perhaps if I had known at the time the circumstances surrounding my fathers remains I may have felt the impact of the gift sooner.
I realize now the man in my dream was my father, mercifully ending my troubled life in such a way that encouraged me to fight back out of anger. Anger for not understanding, for not knowing the truth, anger for all the lies and mistreatment along the way—an act of shedding this unnecessary baggage in order to embrace a new and happier way of being. And when I finally gained enough strength to win against this mysterious opponent, a representation of my confused life, he ended the fight to embrace me with love and laughter. A new beginning presented in the form of this beautiful tree defining life itself.
This was a magnificent strong tree with many years of living in its trunk, which meant to me this was not so much a different life, but more like a new chapter (or new ring) of what is already an established life. When we are reincarnated the memories of our past are left behind as we begin anew, but in this case I was being given the opportunity to remember my past….when I was ready.
As I write this I am astonished at the symbolism now so rich and full of meaning. I am more grateful today as I see this dream in new light carrying with it the extraordinary message in its multiple layers, imparting refreshing wisdom to my tired mind.
I am able to connect the scene of the dying bird and its fight for life as the representation of my father’s remains being exhumed from an anonymous Bolivian grave. This act of returning his body to Cuba was his spirit fighting for new life, much more than just a symbolic rebirth. My dream occurring twenty five days later cannot be only a coincidence, especially as I knew nothing of Che at the time. Once again his irrepressible spirit is fighting for reawakening to his cause.
The tree of life symbolizes new beginning, and in the spirit realm the ability to cross between worlds, him reaching out to me in a manner I could appreciate and understand. After this dream we have shared more time together both through the dreamtime and I suspect on occasion when I left my body for extended periods.
Through honouring our connection between the spirit and physical realms, and our willingness to fight for it, we have been given the opportunity to further our relationship on new and fertile ground, a rare opportunity I would think. Having so bridged the gap of time from my birth through all that has unfolded in each of our troubled lives, all is now understood and forgiven. He stands beside me, together seeing our story through to the end with his unwavering support and protection.
Note— On the same night at the precise time of this dream a man was stabbed in the heart a few blocks from our home. He died of his wounds in hospital a short time later. I did not know the man but have often wondered at the incredible coincidence. Patrick later spoke with the attending doctor whom he knew personally, enquiring about the precise location of the wound and time of death. Its placement was identical to the description in my dream, entering my body at the same time and in precisely the same location.
Truth ripples beyond the perceived boundaries of time.
October 17, 1997 – Che’s remains disinterred and sent to Santa Clara, Cuba.
November 22, 1963 – JFK’s assassination.
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