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1. Re: The Book of Life
From: Michelle C. Parent <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
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Date: Thu, 9 Dec 2004 08:04:01 -0500
From: Michelle C. Parent <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Re: The Book of Life
Sherri,
I too have had a similar dream of a book. I have added it below. I
think you will notice some similarities. Not sure if this is any help,
but I know of another person who dreamed of a book too, given by a
spirit guide. I think it is an important dream, perhaps letting us get
a glimpse that there is more to life than the day to day stuff and that
we are all part of the "big picture" so to speak.
My dream:
I'm walking in a small New England town, something like Camden, Maine,
but there's no ocean. There had just been a summer thunderstorm and the
air was clear. I can smell the rain on the hot pavement. There's even a
little steam rising off it. It�s late afternoon and the sun is now
shining again and glittering off the raindrops on the leaves and grass,
like liquid gold. I feel very invigorated and breathe deeply of the
fresh air and can almost taste the odors of new mown grass, roses, and
other plants. I notice I'm alone except for a small poodle-like dog
trotting across a lawn and even he leaves me. I'm not alarmed by the
lack of people or animals, but simply marvel at how beautiful it is. As
I'm strolling along, I notice a 'church' made of stone with a plain
black cast-iron fence and gate. I'm intrigued, so I swing the gate open
and enter the yard. I go to the plain wooden door with large black
colonial type hinges and thumb-latch handle and enter. Inside, the
building is empty. There are no pews as in a church. There's just a
plain wooden floor with dust and a raised platform under a leaded
window. The sun is shining in the window causing the dust motes that my
feet have stirred up to become gold confetti. I walk to the platform
and find myself holding a book. I lay down on the platform and open it
up. I begin to read and it reads sort of like a history book. I'm
reading about the Celts, their beliefs and history and as I read
further, I feel a sense of awesome revelation building within my chest
and expanding throughout my body. It's as if I'm on the edge of
completely understanding the connectedness of everything and everybody.
Suddenly I realize the room is full of others, some in simple off-white
robes, male and female. I look up from the book and line that I was
reading to a person that I find lying next to me as if to read over my
shoulder. I try to explain what I was seeing as I read, but a guy
stooping down on my left interrupts me. I turn to him and he lifts my
hair off my neck and gently kisses me on my neck. I turn back to the
book, but now it no longer makes sense to me and I've lost that tenuous
thread of connectedness I was just grasping at when I realized that I
was not alone in the room. Next, I get up and I'm a little annoyed, but
that is overshadowed by the former feelings I had while I'd been
reading. I still feel joyful and invigorated. Everyone leaves the
building and I leave last, looking back before I shut the door.
Michelle
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