......How, dear Praxius, do we explain that dream? Where did it come from?
Good question and it does connect with the original question in relation to death and dreams.
I would guess that the body has been at an unrest for a long time with many questions unanswered, not just by those who knew her, but for herself as well.
This is also a side-reason in why I do not have myself down as a Donor after I die. Every part of your body today is alive, every organ, the brain, heart, liver, kidneys, eyes, ears, toungue, all of it. It is all connected to our bodies through what I guess one would call the soul/spirit/conciousness. Every part of our body is our own by DNA alone.
Now to Tangent that a bit, some of the Christian schisms believe in a Purgatory, where you are in limbo between a heaven and a hell. There is various concepts in between on what this place actually is. Some call it like a hell, and others call it just a blank area of non-existence..... but with the combination of beliefs I have looked into, as well as a scientific approach added, with just a dash of personal logic.... do you know what I think this place is?
I do believe this "Purgatory" exists to some degree, but not exactly in the Christian sense:
Now back out of the Tanget and bring it together. I do not donate my organs or anything else from my body for a few reasons. One is that I have a strong belief in living naturally as possible without attempting to cheat death when the time comes. When my body fails me, that is my time to go (But I still won't go without a fight)
But if I accept a donor organ or blood, etc. it would be affecting that person in which I took that from, much as it would affect me if I did the same.
I believe that after I die, if a part of my body, organ, whatever, is placed back into another human and gives them life again..... that organ or body part of mine is now alive beyond myself. My DNA, that part of my body is living beyond when it should, which should have died along with me.
If I am partially alive in a sense like this, then I can not be completely dead, therefore I am not completely on the other side. I am in Limbo.... Purgatory..... until that person dies and my organ goes with him or her.
The very same I believe occurs from an un-explained disappearance of someone, or un-explained murder or someone. They went before their expected time. They have unanswered questions and things they wanted to say to people before they went.... they are trapped behind based on their own conciousness refusing to depart until all business is finished and the mind can rest at ease.
This woman burried centuries ago in some ritual could very well could have been this example. Her body was burried and she could not communicate like normal, so she delved into the minds of, Sting in this example, and quite possibly in his wife as well, which made her come to the decision to make the lake.
Now to tangent again but fill in some gaps.... Christains, like Roman Catholics whom believe in a Purgatory do not exactly know how long one stays there before they goto heave or hell.... it's like a trial to fix all the sins and wrong doings you have done in your life.
^ That maybe true and does relate to the above I explained, but I think there is another thing in play.
Like the organs living on beyond our bodies and life, Christians burry their dead in caskets 6' underground. They are dead, but the body now decomposes much much slower in the casket then it normally would naturally, like say in the woods where animals and insects would remove your body. Like the organs in donation, until your body decomposes properly and completely, you are stuck here.... in that Purgatory.
So you are in this Purgatory for as long as it takes for your body to follow you...... imo.
Back to your childhood and the burning of your house as well as others. YOU thought there could have been an ancient burial ground. I believe that is possible. The spirits must have had something to do with it perhaps.
You probably have heard too, that the Natives are always very concerned about their old burial sites, not to disturb them. They are much more in tune with and believe in all kinds of spirits.
Indeed.... I grew up in the Highland area of Nova Scotia as a wee lad. The paticular area in which I grew up was Mt. William, a short drive from Mt. Thom and connected through most of the towns there. Our house was one of the first few to move in that area we did. Now there are all kinds of houses there now, but when my house burned down it was back in 1989. It was an electrical surge in the stove's wall outlet.
Now further into detail about the other homes which burned the same way, almost exactly one year later, a house down the road caught on fire. They caught it decently and only the kitchen was damaged. The Source? Electrical surge in the stoves' power outlet. Different model and year stove at that.
One year after that my neighbor across the street refurbished his kitchen area a few months before.... bran new wireing, brand new stove, new walls, everything..... their house caught on fire, but he learned from past experiences and had a fire extinguisher nearby and put it out quickly. Only the ceiling was singed and he was lucky.
Guess what caused it? And electrical surge in the stove's power outlet..... go figure.
But besides that, prior to my house burning down, I would never enjoy going in the basement area because although I never seen a solid entity, I did see moving shadows down there and I could feel the air move like a breeze when this shadow moved. When I went down I had to race to the light for security. When I shut it off, I ran upstairs as fast as possible, because as soon as I hit the light, I could feel this pressence nearing me fast.
After the house burned down..... it was all gone. I could go in the basement as I pleased without fear for some reason. It was just gone. I am sure there are plenty of logical explinations, but none actually explain everything which occured.
This is why I kinda felt we were living on some burial grounds of some kind.... be that native or something else.
Have you read about "The Spirit of Findhorn"? I was quite touched and impressed by it at the time... a powerful story.
No I have not, but I will have to check it out I imagine.
You know, I was a timid and scared kid myself. My mother would lock me up inside the house, while she had to deliver the mail from house to house in two villages. She was probably gone for around two hours in the forenoon. My older siblings were in school, my Dad at work. That went on until I started school. My dear mother told me later as a grown-up that I would lie in bed, holding my Teddy and tell him under sobs, "don't cry, Teddy, Mummy is coming back soon!" She said, it just about broke her heart, but still... she had to leave. I was told to stay in bed! I did, I was an obedient little girl. I do not remember, if I ever had nightmarish dreams like you... I don't think so.
Many parents at that time seemed to have to make some tough decisions, and I imagine in my time I will have to as well. I just had to make the tough decision to put my cat down just last week actually. The first time I needed to make the decision of life and death for another living being. She was suffering with a cancerous tumor under her tougue and near the end of it, she could no longer eat or drink easily, so it was time.
I imagine later on in life when it begins to connect to making those decisions for other humans in my care, it certainly will not be easy either. I do have a story about my grandmother's death, but that will be for another time.
From one of my books: "It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top."
That is true for me! I can have the most insightful thoughts at odd times, that I wish afterwards I could have recorded them. I forget them as soon as I make an effort to consciously remember them. It is probably some form of daydreaming. It would happen while driving along to work.
Makes sense, but also I have not had many dreams laitly that I can remember....
Most of us have been taught that we are "only" human, "that we are nothing but the physical body. This is like telling the carpenter that he is nothing but the hammer he uses!
We are only human.... indeed.... but what does "Human" actually mean? I don't think any of us are quite there to determine the actual truth, let alone our full potiential.
One of the first principles to grasp in the study of dreams is that just as the human mind has several unseen levels of function, Beta through Delta, the human body also has its hidden layers. We are infinitely more than the physical being that we perceive in the mirror, for immediately surrounding our bodies is what scientists refer to as the electromagnetic field.
This "field" is an extension of ourselves and our finer sensitivities which, while not often seen with normal vision, can be seen, heard, and felt by those with extra sensitivity. It is also seen, known, and painted as the human aura or the familiar halo found around the heads and bodies of various saints.
There is now a special kind of photography called Kirlian which can actually capture on film the auras found around us "ordinary" people!
I think it would be quite interesting to see this Kirlian photography sometime.... but that raises the question once again in my head:
This energy / electrical magnetic field / Aura and noted is continually surrounding us.... but being that energy is always constant.... where does this go when we die?
I hope you have no nightmare, but sleep like a baby!
Naw, the damn thermostat was broken for some reason and pumped the heat in my apartment last night to around 30 degrees.... I even shut the bugger all the way off and yet I checked it an hour later.... it was still shooting out all the heat it could.... bastard.
Oh well, you can't win them all I suppose.
