Dreams of the Not So Dead

On January 28th 2025 I had a dream about my mother. Mum’s ashes
were in a terracotta container and it fell and broke, ashes spilled out but some still remain inside. Looking in I see a bit of spine, then a few bones of the face. Then things start to come together, the head completes and joins the spine, limb bones attach and it starts to cover with skin, dark hair appears on the head. I got a bit scared during this but think to myself; ‘don’t be silly, it’s Mum.’
In the morning I got up early to host a regular global dream group. I
completely forgot about the above dream. I literally thought, ‘oh well, nothing to offer from last night.’
Before the group I open at random my book Little Pearls and Little
Gems from the Waking Wisdom series. On the page that I open it says:

I am ground from old bones
risen anew,
as is all that I view,
to experience what is not,
to find what is true.

Even this didn’t make me recall the dream, you would think the mention
of bones might have jogged my memory. At some point during the group
discussion of someone else’s dream I felt an odd shifting and turning in my
head and the vision of the bones of Mum’s face surfaced into my
consciousness. I closed my eyes and allowed the whole dream to re emerge.
Then I recalled the words from the day’s inspirational page and saw the
synchronicity of it all. Additionally I had noticed what was written on the other page of the open book and this too applied to the dream I think, and I felt Mum affirm this. Those words were:

Restore every human life
from the idea
to the ideal.

Whilst I hold the idea that the body of my mother no longer exists the
ideal is that of course she continues in a resurrected form of some sort. Her
energy continues, after all energy doesn’t die does it? The dream states that
Mum is alive and taking form, perhaps reincarnating, transforming or simply displaying eternal life. When I shared the dream a group member noted that it made her think of the phoenix and how it continuously rises again from the ashes, eternal life.
Both the statements from the book refer to the experiences of illusion,
formed by beliefs and ideas. It is only when we discern what is not true that we grant space for the unformed unitive truth to emerge and flourish. We tend to forget that to a large degree our beliefs are formed by our cultures, our family, and our community. Beliefs are not necessarily truth but a perception or even an agreement within particular structures, such as religions. We may cherish many ideas about life and yet never know the truth, the ideal. Waiting for revelations to respond to questions is not our way, we design our own experience of reality. What if we were to pause and ask reality to reveal itself?
What a surprise could await us.
Of course the second inspirational statement indicates that the
experience of creating our own realities is a part of the entire show. We will
eventually exhaust ourselves with experiences that lack a loving and logical, wise foundation. Then we pause and allow creation and reality to reveal themselves as a great perfection that has always travelled beside, and inside, us in our journeys, and most importantly, as the integral core of all apparent appearance and disappearance. The one authentic power knows not time itself, there is no hurry.
Interestingly another group member had shared a dream about his
father. The group then discussed and shared dreams and, in one case,
psychic experiences, about their parents. For me, it felt as though many of
our parents had made an effort to attend and bless us all with their presence and the knowledge that conscious life is the never ending real state of being.

Copyright Kim Parker
28th January 2025