It was Saturday evening, August 15, 2020 when I had the dream.
Unfortunately, the dream story preceding the event is lost to memory.
I post it here to record it as I remember it:
Standing in a huge cylindrical vault-like encasement, I began to be PULLED UP.
In the dream state, I was not questioning or concerned about my surroundings – (a giant metal vault), instead I was only focused on the feeling of being lifted against gravity.
It was unfathomable … this is really happening?
I was scared. I was alone. My response was a yelping cry of fear as my body was being lifted, lifted, lifted … higher, higher, up, up and away.
The cries were heard by my husband lying beside me, and so he gently nudged me and I awoke.
I’ve contemplated a lot of potential meaning from this dream experience.
Is this a glimpse of what ascension will feel like?
Did I foresee a real-life event and sense the feeling of it?
Is this how the moment of physical death will be experienced?
Is this what the moments of being birthed feels like?
Perhaps I won’t find the answer right away. But I’m open to all possibilities. I trust the power of my intuitive self, and eventually the understanding of this experience will be revealed.
Apparently, the pull of God remains strong …
Like my garden plants – deep roots are grounding me, as the light is pulling me upward.
With you is the source of life; By your light we can see light.Psalms 36:9