So, about waking up out of body. . .
When I was 16 years old my Mom had an accident and was rushed to the hospital. She'd required some surgery and we were not allowed to see her at all that night. But I was the eldest child, and my Mom and I were very close . She had a debilitating illness, and I was one of her predominant caregivers, plus, we were just really good friends. Often when she was suffering, she said it gave her comfort and eased her pain if I would just sit near her and touch her arm or leg. Just lay my hands on her with love.
So, knowing that she was suffering, I went to bed sending her love and light and saying prayers for her comfort. During my sleep I "awoke" to find myself hovering near the ceiling in my bedroom, looking down on my sleeping body. I don't remember quite how I understood that I was out of my body for the purpose of visiting my Mom. I remember vividly "flying" over the town to her hospital room - I didn't fly over the roads I would have driven, but over the rooftops, "as the crow flies". As I drew near the hospital, I could see the window of her room sort of glowing with her energy. I don't know how I knew this, but I did.
I came near her bed and just put my hands on the crown of her head and just sent her my love. She woke up and asked me for some water, but there was nothing but ice in her room. When I told her this she said, "oh, right. I've had surgery and they don't want me to have anything to drink until I wake up. Would you please just put some ice chips on my lips? And if you have some lip balm, use that, too. My mouth and lips are so dry!"
So I held some ice chips up to her lips, and found some lip balm somewhere (I have no idea where it appeared from) and put it on her lips. I don't remember leaving her, but did wake up in my body in my room the next morning. When I was finally able to see her that afternoon, she thanked me for visiting her the night before. I was too stunned to tell her the real story. In fact, I didn't tell her for at least another 20 years.
But that dream/experience is still so real to me, more like a memory really than a dream.
When I was 16 years old my Mom had an accident and was rushed to the hospital. She'd required some surgery and we were not allowed to see her at all that night. But I was the eldest child, and my Mom and I were very close . She had a debilitating illness, and I was one of her predominant caregivers, plus, we were just really good friends. Often when she was suffering, she said it gave her comfort and eased her pain if I would just sit near her and touch her arm or leg. Just lay my hands on her with love.
So, knowing that she was suffering, I went to bed sending her love and light and saying prayers for her comfort. During my sleep I "awoke" to find myself hovering near the ceiling in my bedroom, looking down on my sleeping body. I don't remember quite how I understood that I was out of my body for the purpose of visiting my Mom. I remember vividly "flying" over the town to her hospital room - I didn't fly over the roads I would have driven, but over the rooftops, "as the crow flies". As I drew near the hospital, I could see the window of her room sort of glowing with her energy. I don't know how I knew this, but I did.
I came near her bed and just put my hands on the crown of her head and just sent her my love. She woke up and asked me for some water, but there was nothing but ice in her room. When I told her this she said, "oh, right. I've had surgery and they don't want me to have anything to drink until I wake up. Would you please just put some ice chips on my lips? And if you have some lip balm, use that, too. My mouth and lips are so dry!"
So I held some ice chips up to her lips, and found some lip balm somewhere (I have no idea where it appeared from) and put it on her lips. I don't remember leaving her, but did wake up in my body in my room the next morning. When I was finally able to see her that afternoon, she thanked me for visiting her the night before. I was too stunned to tell her the real story. In fact, I didn't tell her for at least another 20 years.
But that dream/experience is still so real to me, more like a memory really than a dream.