From The Top Of The Mountain

When I was 35 years old ... my mother passed away very unexpectedly.

The second night after her death, I had one of the most intense and powerful dreams I had ever had.

It started out at a festival, a festival taking place high in the mountains. There were people dancing together in small groups. They were dancing in a vast open field of very bright and vivid green grass. In the distance you can see another mountain. It was a classic shape, with a snowy peak that was set against a soft pink sky. The day was clear and bright.

Someone in a close group pointed and called out for us to look at the mountain. A halo of light started to emerge from behind the top of the peak. I was not just sunshine, but also energy. It felt like love. As the light became brighter and more intense, everyone on the platue started to rise off the ground. I felt my body rising higher off the ground the more love I was able to feel. I felt at peace; no feeling of want.

Just as slowly as we all rose upwards, our descent started, and the feelings of love that I felt with such intensity started to fade. I felt deprived. I could feel it being taken away. It also seemed to get darker. It was over ...and then I opened my eyes ....

The dream stayed with me... For the next couple of days I felt connected and close to my mother.... and loved.