Seeing How Prayer Works By Being Dead
I had an amazing dream two nights ago. In the dream I was ill with a fever, and there was a woman sitting with me to put cool cloths on my forehead. Apparently, the fever spiked late in the night and I died.
I had a vague sense that the people around me were shocked and surprised. They had not expected me to die just from a flu. I was in a sort of limbo, relaxed and very calm, but aware that the people I’d just left were in pain.
There are some details I can’t recall about who I met and how I was guided after that. But I do remember not knowing how to reach the loved ones I’d left behind, and someone told me just to wait and watch for an opening. “A what?” An opening. Just watch.
Then a little distance away from me I saw a swirling that almost looked like the air looks when the heat rises of a hot road on a summer day. It was a circular shaped field of energy about the size of a beach ball. “Someone’s praying. It’s a portal. Go through.” My guide said. “That’s how you know where to go. They have to ask.”
When I woke up from this dream, I felt as if I’d been given a gift. And the gift was this: I got to experience what it’s like being a spirit and being asked for help. I did not know where to go unless I was asked. I’ve always heard that to really get help from, or connect with, the spirit realm, you have to ask. Now I know it’s true. And making us wait till we ask is not a test to see if we really want what we’re asking for, it’s the only way spirit knows where to show up.
At least that’s what I got from my dream of being dead.
Create portals.