The dream was strong and strange, triggered perhaps by days of hearing of the unexpected deaths of men, women and even pets. Because of my certainty in the “rightness” of the time and manner of any passing, and in it being the soul’s choice, my sadness has been momentary, though I grieve for those who mourn. There is a great coming and going between human life and the astral planes at the moment, as souls decide their work in the old world is done, or they choose not to be a part of the new world for the time being. Some return Home early in order to reincarnate quickly and begin another level of service for the Planet – and some are not sure where they want to be, which is why reports of life-threatening illnesses are increasing, giving those souls time to decide.
Whenever there is a mass killing, such as in Washington yesterday or constantly in Syria, it is an opportunity for release, as well as being a tragic reminder of the frailties of humanity, and of the old world we are leaving behind.
Although somewhere, not so far away from me, the ghosts in my dream are living life normally, my heart feels filled with loving memory for how they were, and for how I will miss their human presence in my life. Even though they will be with me always, one way or another, I will treasure them even more, now.