Image: brandrificus.deviant.com. It has been from quite a young age that I would dream of death and rebirth. It wasn’t always a good experience, and not always a bad one either. My reoccurring dream has 3 main things that happen: Disaster, ascension from our physical bodies, and rebirth in spirit form. How each dream would start off is, it was a normal day. The world got along as it usually does, everyone about their own business. I could feel myself walking and my foot steps treading on the ground. Then an ugly feeling would come over me, a knowing of what was to come. The earth would begin to break apart, fire fell from the sky, humongous waves of water crashed over the land, tornadoes swarmed the earth uprooting everything from the ground, people became inhumane and dangerous running about the streets mad and out of control. And in each dream I find myself in like this, there is always this transporting pod waiting for me to climb into. I knew it was only for me and no one else could use it. It would take me off of this planet, or just simply away from here. It so happens that the pod has only ever worked once. Every other dream I can never get the damn pod off of the ground. But it is always there waiting for me to climb into and fly away to a place I have no clue of. I am guessung lack of faith in the pod working is why it only ever made it off of the earth once. And I don’t trust it. The one and only time it took me off of this planet, it took me to heaven and I was not allowed in. What a waste of a trip!
Now back to the pod. I figure this is the ascension from physical body aspect; in other words dying. So there was disaster and now death while entering this pod.
For every time I would not make it off of earth I would see how everything changes after we all die. The earth that was ugly and in ruin becomes beautiful and radiant, filled with happy, loving, interactive people. It looks better than at the beginning of the dream, right before the chaos happens when all was normal and we went about our usual daily lives. There is more life, color and joy at the rising after death- There seems to be a purpose. This occurance I assume resembles “rebirth.”
While I sit in thought I ponder another explanation as to why I have these dreams-
Are these dreams I have had for many years of my life my natural instinct to run away from the death of old beliefs and ways of life that deep down I know do not serve me? Is me climbing into the pod running away? And when the one time I left this earth and made it to heaven where its judgmental flashy doors remained closed and unmovable (purely the feeling they gave off), not letting me in to what I believed was eternal sanctuary, was that me chasing old, strict beliefs- the ones that I knew did not serve me? Was my soul, and is my soul still trying to reveal to me the truth of who I am? Have I subconsciously been preparing myself all this time while in dream state, that the only way I and we as people can be free and who we truly are to become is through death and rebirth? – That we are to let go of our old ways that do not serve us- that do no good for us, and to surrender the parts of us that our minds have told us who we should be, who society wants us to be. This resulting in us becoming, or being “rebirthed,” into who we truly are. Basically the act of following our hearts and doing what feels right.
Like how when I was unable to leave earth in my pod, when I stayed till all died and tragically ended, new life was reborn. Beauty blossomed and people walked around joyously and harmoniously!
As I sit here and write this out today, I have come to this incredible realization-
Life is wonderful, and how beautiful and important the evolution of one’s soul truly is.
So, maybe that is what those dreams mean. I know that I felt a fire burn in my heart, shouting “yes!”when I suddenly came upon this realization. The freeing thing is, I am okay with that.
By: Rebekah Turney