tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post1931078020819403185..comments2024-03-24T17:49:05.886-04:00Comments on The Robert Moss BLOG: Dreaming Back: Yeats on how the dead get their stories straightMarcia Mosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04530003059608361331noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-7434434069094240282018-04-06T13:54:18.288-04:002018-04-06T13:54:18.288-04:00I appreciate this fascinating discussion of how so...I appreciate this fascinating discussion of how souls may work through their issues, in part, through our dreams, and how that can be confusing to us since some of that material is not our own. Does this not raise the question of whether the soul is respecting our free will in using, even tweaking, our dreams? I would think this must be dealt with in some way at least on a higher level, perhaps between our higher selves, so that the free will of us the living remains respected. Can anyone help clarify on this point?crich42https://www.blogger.com/profile/05074748029077488984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-83572732158644250522016-03-27T16:21:15.533-04:002016-03-27T16:21:15.533-04:00Thanks for all the rich experiences being shared h...Thanks for all the rich experiences being shared here. Elyn, I would take that sighting (as it seems you have done) as a glimpse of my father's early post-mortem state, before he awakens to all the life options on the Other Side. <br /><br />Celeste, that is a beautiful report of taking your mother to the concert. It certainly seems to validate the advice from W.T.Stead (which I quoted in the previous blog article) that "anyone who sits for a moment and allows his mind to dwell on some dear one who has 'died' will actually draw the spirit of that person to himself." <br /><br />Rachel, as you describe the sense of your father drawing close when you listen to classical guitar, I feel heartstrings being played. <br /><br />Nina, I have found it very interesting to track family members and friends as they move from one living situation on the Other Side to another. It is certainly my impression that we do tend to follow our ruling interests and desires in the first transitions, when we do not feel compelled to follow the ordinances of collective belief systems.Robert Mosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09231870716685877709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-76041245779878565132016-03-27T11:44:48.008-04:002016-03-27T11:44:48.008-04:00Like Celeste, I have several times felt my father ...Like Celeste, I have several times felt my father with me, savoring and thrilling to jazz music or classical guitar, or jazz played on a classical guitar. It is very strong, very real, brings tears to my eyes to share it with him and know we still have that bond. Thanks for reminding me of this, Robert. It's giving me renewed curiosity, receptivity to upcoming messages from him and others.Renacentistahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13033736566206116770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-78388584613805810292016-03-26T15:52:39.867-04:002016-03-26T15:52:39.867-04:00That´s interesting to see how the agenda we follow...That´s interesting to see how the agenda we follow in our lives on earth seems to continue after our physical death, at least shortly after the departure. My father really loved his work and when he was feeling the end, he just said how deeply he appreciated that he could actively do his profession till almost last days. It was why he felt his life was worth living: to cooperate with others and to be in some small way useful for the society. <br />When he left, in my first dream with him, the hospital room was changed. Instead of the bed and all belonging equipment, there were small hills of the ground with spirals. He was alive and vigorous again, saying something nice. In the second dream, a few days later, I saw the magazine with his face on the cover. It was a beautiful picture, so I curiously looked inside. There I found an article about him with illustrations. He was in the middle picture, sitting on the big rock, with the map, exploring some still unknown territory. What was even more heart-warming were pictures of older generation preceding him and younger generation following him. Exactly his idea of participating and being in the service for humanity. <br />I have no clue what is he up to now but I have a strong sense he works hard and makes others work hard :-).ninahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07681001278538562028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-63507777731016136142016-03-26T15:32:11.531-04:002016-03-26T15:32:11.531-04:00A few days ago on the 7th anniversary of my mother... A few days ago on the 7th anniversary of my mother's passing, I attended a classical spring concert. I had no one who wanted to go, so I decided to invite my mother who taught, performed and loved classical voice. Listening to the uplifting violin concertos by Corelli and Vivaldi and the beautiful harmonies of the choir, I released self-absorbed thoughts, and felt as if my mother was "ooing" with delight beside me. At the break, I saw a poster in the lobby entitled heaven, and children had drawn pictures of what heaven was like. There were children's handprints and brightly coloured bridges and rainbows. I also met a former student of my mother's who told me she kept her in her heart. I felt so at peace and the next day my husband told me when I got home from the concert I looked so young. I truly believe that we can communicate with the dead in positive ways. Your article is so intriguing and makes me want to investigate more.Celestehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13273838490439699455noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-48958427980950035062016-03-26T14:50:37.630-04:002016-03-26T14:50:37.630-04:00After my father died at age 91 1/2 (he was a skept...After my father died at age 91 1/2 (he was a skeptic--agnostic), I dreamt I saw him walking across a desolate barren landscape, wearing some kind of suit, and there were numerous other people who were dressed like him, more or less,and they were all walking numbly in the same direction.... it was not a happy dream! Perhaps it was some kind of Bardo....Elynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15702223322559225052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-62042624515878338742016-03-26T12:53:56.610-04:002016-03-26T12:53:56.610-04:00Beautiful dreams, giving such clarity and reassura...Beautiful dreams, giving such clarity and reassurance.Robert Mosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09231870716685877709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-8711396967181250252016-03-26T12:24:38.059-04:002016-03-26T12:24:38.059-04:00After he died, I dreamt my father and we're in...After he died, I dreamt my father and we're in a ground level room filled with clutter, looking at a cabinet stuffed with old books, papers and records. He declared,"Ahh, I don't need any of that!", and stepped into an elevator which took him upstairs. Shortly after my mother died, she appeared in a dream, looking young and healthy, wearing a fur coat she had thought she'd never get to wear. She said she was okay, and Dad was waiting to take her away. Both dreams left me feeling at peace.jaybirdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15324082219462529155noreply@blogger.com