Before I begin – Happy Thanksgiving to my readers in the U.S.! Wishing you a wonderful day with family and friends.
Unfortunately for me, I am spending this Thanksgiving holiday recovering from another round of illness. Right when I was starting to feel somewhat recovered from the flu my daughter came home from school feeling under the weather. Her symptoms were a headache, dry cough and fatigue. A couple of days later, I began to cough, too and the next day woke with a mild fever, horrible headache and all-over body aches. That same day I started my period (of course, right?). lol
All week I have been battling whatever this wonderful coughing illness alongside my daughter. Yesterday, my oldest son had a fever and coughing, too. 😦 So far my youngest has been spared.
I believe this new virus is RSV which is going around alongside the common cold, the stomach bug, strep throat and various strains of the flu. It typically lasts a week, sometimes longer. So that means I am at day 4 and my daughter is nearly over it. I can already tell today that is has nearly run its course because I am feeling much better compared to the last few days.
As a result of being sick I’ve been sleeping very good and for much longer than I usually do. Plus, with Thanksgiving break lasting a whole week there is no waking early to get the kids on the bus. It is has been really nice! This morning I slept until 8:30am! 🙂
Healing and Dreams
I haven’t been keeping track of my dreams this week but do remember having strong energy in my solar plexus and heart a couple of times. My guess is it is more healing of which I am very grateful! I suspect my recent illnesses go hand-in-hand with some clearing.
Last night I had a very intense dream. I don’t recall too much of it as it seemed to span the entire night, but I remember enough.
In the dream I was at a large house visiting a family. I somehow knew the three children living in the house were mine but they did not resemble my kids in this lifetime. Their parents were a nice couple. The man was older and Hispanic. The woman I don’t recall much about. I believe the story was that I gave the couple custody of my children but I believe the reality was that I was reviewing another lifetime or time track and merely recognized the individuals as people I loved and felt a strong connection to.
I have memory of talking to the daughter who had long, dark hair and was very beautiful. I commented on her teeth and asked her if she was going to get braces. I also told her how beautiful she was. Again, she felt like my daughter but at the same time as if I was merely transferring the love I have for my own daughter to her.
There was a flash of a memory from this lifetime and I told the girl about it. The memory was from when my daughter turned 4 years old. I made her a special castle cake with fondant and everything and threw her a really big party. The memory brought on sudden emotion. Mostly I felt like I could never recover that time and there was a sadness for not enjoying those moments more. I cried from the loss and regret. My heart felt heavy and my entire body shuddered in response to my grief.
I remember telling someone about a decision I had made to return a favor to someone who had helped me out in another lifetime. I married this man despite knowing he would not be the love of my life, though I acknowledged that I did love him. The purpose was to allow him to be the one who made the money to support our family. In the previous lifetime I had been the one to take care of him, so we were switching places. When I described this I felt a surge of emotion hit me. My emotions were mixed. Some of it was extreme loyalty, some of it was love, some of it was gratitude. Along with the emotion was a consideration, a quiet thought from within that asked, “Maybe I am talking about my husband in this lifetime?” And there was a realization that I struggled with allowing him to take care of me.
Then my focus went back on the adoptive parents of my children. The father was ill and I was suddenly overwhelmed with the consideration that I would have to take care of my children by myself because the woman could not do it. I began to tell someone how I was not prepared, that at my age I should be able to take care of my children but could not. I mentioned how unprepared I felt and why. It was a very helpless, fearful feeling, like one feels when they turn 18 and have to make it on their own.
The last thing I recall is walking into the house and seeing my son. I went up to give him a hug and he rejected me. I knew he was autistic and avoided touching others so suggested, “Maybe just a tap on the shoulder then?” His response was to tap himself on the shoulder. lol I turned away from him and began to cry uncontrollably. Again, I was overwhelmed with emotion. This time it was mostly that I felt grief over the loss of a child and upset over knowing I would never receive love from him in the way I desired it. I felt rejection, disappointment and intense sorrow.
The grief woke me. My entire body was affected. It reminded me of the intense emotion I felt at the end of 2016. Perhaps my heart was opening again? If so, then it is a good thing. I just have to get through the barrage of emotion, emotion I have blocked out in order to protect myself.
My best guess is that I was being shown how every child on Earth is my child. Every husband is my husband. Every wife is me. And so on and so forth. In being shown this, I identified with and took on the emotions of them all.