posted on Jun, 29 2011 @ 03:24 PM
I'd like to start out by saying a few things about what I believe.
I was raised with catholic belief's, not "bible thumping", but made it through first communion etc. My family weren't huge church goers, but
believed in God. And the devil. If you were good, you went to heaven and if you were bad, you went to hell. Kept it simple, didn't pollute it with
all the variations of religions, interpretations of the bible, all the hate and bad associated with what was supposed to be a book of good.
My mom believed that the bible and word was poisoned through the years, by people. It was no longer the word of God, but the words of people, using
God to further their greed. So, be good, you go to heaven. Be bad you go to hell.
She even said that she would come back to haunt me after she died. She has been deceased for about 5 years now. She hasn't haunted me. I'm kinda
glad, because not only would it scare the crap outta me, it would be an absolute. I thought it would be best not to know. Like knowing what is in
all your Christmas presents before opening them. you know?
I am not sure what I believe. That is to say, I wasn't. I still am unsure of the technicalities of it all...but I don't think anyone is sure.
But let me tell you why.
My wife's grandma has, since her husbands death, refused to eat, etc. She has just given up. As her body has deteriorated she was placed in a
hospice to spend her final days. Being that, other than giving up, there was no physical issues with her. No cancer, free of disease. She has been
in the hospice for a few months now.
Last night, I had a dream. I know...it was a dream. In the dream, I saw her face, as it was last week. She said she wanted to say good bye. I told
her, "ok, we all love you very much, but it seems this is what you want, love you and goodbye" or something like that. It was a dream, so the
words are a bit fuzzy. Basically, we said goodbye. I woke up and thought it odd. It was the middle of the night. Like 3:30 or something.
Couldn't quite make out the clock..but it was three thirty something.
This morning, my wife went to visit her, and found her room empty. The care givers had explained that she had passed sometime during the night.
I am familiar with the fact that dreams are influenced by daily life. I still think this is true. I also believe that maybe, just maybe, they are
influenced by other things.
Either way, despite the death of a family member, I feel fortunate to have had the dream and feel less sad than I could.
Does this change my outlook on life or belief's of religion? No. It just solidifies the simplicity that it was made for us as children.
Anyways, I thought I'd share, as it seemed like something that would fit here. I hope I got the right section.