Last night & the night before, I had some very strange dreams. These dreams were of women – mostly late middle-age women – all surrendering themselves in different ways. One was physically abused to her death & never challenged her abuse. Another stretched out her neck into the noose to be executed. Any way they all are giving in to their sentence. They were all taken away to their death sentence, but none resisted.
The other thing that was strange is that they were all asking for it – almost demanding to be killed. I don’t mean asking for it – as if they were evil kind-of-way, but it seemed as if they could not bear the conditions of their lives and asked for & welcomed the end.
The other overwhelming feeling I get is that in releasing their soul from their physicality, they are doing an act of compassion. Compassion of what – for who – I do not know. I don’t quite understand this feeling but it’s almost as if their are sacrificing themselves for the betterment of others.
Like I say, I don’t quite understand this one nor am I going to dwell in needing to understand it. I will know when the time comes.
They mostly followed orders and even gave up what they needed, for others to have. This occurred over several dreams, across several days, thru out many lives. I don’t know what they are about or what they are supposed to mean.
But they had several things in common:
- All the women were late, middle-age – too young to die.
- All are surrendering & giving in to the inevitable.
- They never complained nor even cried out in pain.
- They all welcomed their end – an act of release.
- They gave themselves for others – a selfless act.
But the most impactful part was that they all felt, to me, to be accepting of the fact that they are here due to their own actions. What they did has caused them to be here going thru what they are going thru. They are paying the price for letting their past be the way it was.
The question I am asking myself now – is this a prelude to another visitation? It seems to have the hallmark signs of one, but who do I know that is sick and ready to go? Who is the person leaving and letting me know that their time has come?
So I thank God for the clarity in seeing the sign and for the gift this is. I even thank him for not giving me the foresight to know who the person is, because if I knew (& this turned out to be someone close to me) then I may be too swept up in emotions to see the message clearly.
Now on to the next step. Waiting to see what the message is. Not to rush it, because the next step is the reveal of who is going to pass.
All in due time…