Author’s Note; To this day, this is for certain the one dream that I am the most emotional about. It makes me cry each time I think about it or read it. Many times over the years I have wished for this moment to happen – that I could just run into his arms and disappear into his love.
Seeing my Father February 16, 2003
I don’t feel the beginning of this dream has much relevance, it was just peripheral information that leads to the ending.
We were waiting for someone Patrick worked with to arrive for dinner. He was late and we began to wonder if he was coming at all. I went outside to sit on the front step to wait and this is when it seemed that everything shifted. I felt I was now in a different reality or something because my surroundings faded so that all I saw was what appeared in front of me.
Suddenly there was my father sitting there watching me, waiting for me to see him. (I named him Jesus at the time of the dream, but I knew that was not who he was—the similarity in that comparison allowed me to recognize him as my father. This has been a common thread in many of the my dreams of him).
After Che Guevara died, as he lay on the slab in the makeshift mortuary in Bolivia on October 9, 1967, several people who came to view compared him to Christ. I believe this constant comparison in my dreams was intended to help me reconnect with him, to help me realize who I was dreaming about. It was a thread I held onto in spite of how much it confused and unsettled me. I did not read about this piece of information until 2017, at which point I finally understood; the messages finally began to make sense…at last.
In my excitement I forgot some of what happened at that point, but I remember him speaking about the path of the heart being very difficult. He said something else before that, but I could not remember what. He opened his arms wide and I went running to him, changing into a small girl as I did. As he enfolded me in his arms we both disappeared into a ball of golden light. Then I woke up, very emotional. What an amazing gift!
To this day I can feel the beauty of that moment despite the loss of some vital details. Running into his arms and the absolute joy I felt at seeing him was so real! It filled me with hope. This helped me see my father has stayed nearby, guiding and protecting me all these years. I did not realize until recently it was so.
We are taught (at least I was) the spirits of our loved ones who have passed cannot reach us. They go to heaven or hell depending on who they were, how they lived etc., but there is no link between us. It is such a comfort to feel and know this is just not true. I have been protected and loved all along, his love reaching through the veil to touch me. It is through these dreams and visions I can finally accept this gift.
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