By Beverly Dowling
One morning, I awoke later than I’d planned. As I got up, I remembered just a snippet of a dream.
Normally, I write down my dreams. It’s a spiritual discipline I’ve practiced for years and have found very helpful.
But getting a late start, I thought, I barely have time to write this down. It’s almost nonsense, really. It doesn’t mean anything.
I decided to scribble it down anyway before getting ready for work. Then I completely forgot about it.
Shortly after I arrived at work, I got a phone call. It was my sister letting me know our father had passed on earlier that morning.
That call began a busy few days. With the help of the ECK and the Mᴀʜᴀɴᴛᴀ, I got through the more challenging times. But I didn’t even look at my dream journal for three days.
Finally, I realized I needed to get back to my normal routine and start writing down my dreams. I took out my dream journal and set it by the bedside.
What was the last thing I wrote? I wondered.
When I flipped the pages to read the last entry, I was shocked. There was the record of my last dream fragment: Daddy called and left a message on my cell phone. He said, “I’m already home. I’ll wait for you and meet you there.”
My father had sent me a message through a dream to let me know he had passed on.
This experience changed me. The ECK teachings had already taught me that Soul cannot die. Death is only a transition into a new plane of existence.
The dream message from my father was confirmation of his happy new life. This made me happy too. Now I could completely share in his joy.
It also reminded me of how important it is to write down my dreams. Had I not taken the time to write down this dream fragment, I would have forgotten about it and missed the great gift it brought me.