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By the way, lilly, I didn't mention it above, but I completely believe that it is your soul mate pal trying to contact you in dreams. This thing about the passed away meeting the living in dreams is only misterious if we think about it under the "light" of science, "science" at which if we look close enough remains unable to stop hair loss, is a bit unsure as to what exactly is the origin of most cancers, and has not yet decided whether global warming is indeed the planet heating up or a yet elusive function of the last decades measurements. So, honestly, deceased beloved ones meeting the living in dreams is as old as ancient Egypt, and probably older still.
From what I've experienced and heard, I think our current cultural frame is very disfavorable to cope with the experience in most cases. Usually the widow or widower gets a tremendous emotional bolt when facing a realistically vivid image of the passed husband/wife, who may be smiling and assuring he is perfectly fine, and upon awakening amidst sobs and crying, they just wish it had never happened and fear it occuring again. No wonder they refuse going to bed without intaking hypnotics that guarantee a dream-free night. I am talking the extreme, of course, but it happens. My experieces with the deceased have been both pleasant an unpleasant, the later being the case in which I am emotionally overwhelmed by sadness and frustration, the former being delightful and comforting encounters of someone I met, and still being someone else, much "more" than we both knew in this lfe.
And, of course, he Is_Not your friend, and still He_Is. I'd rather think this one you perceive approaching you is a meta-self of your friend's self, of the self you knew in this life. Being a meta-self means it operates from a stand in which some critical opposing pairs of the reality in which we "mortals" operate have been reconciled or encompassed as not being mutually exclusive, i.e.: past and future, life and death, youth and oldness, this life's self and another "parallel" self, and so on. That is, at least for myself. |
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