Just Visiting

By: Kenneth Stepp

I’m not a person that remembers many dreams. So when I do, I am compelled to share. Last night I had the most vivid dream.More of a visited. I visited a place. Everyone that was ever a part of my life but had passed away was there. I was elated. Imagine meeting your grandfather. The one you have never met before. Or the one that passed away when I was about 5 years old. My friends that died in crashes, of cancer, etc. All there. And they looked better than they ever did. Apparently, the afterlife agrees with them. I won’t mention some of them because it might upset a few people who mean a lot to me, that occasionally read me.

“To die, to sleep – To sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there’s the rub, for in this sleep of death what dreams may come…” ― William Shakespeare

To quote Hamlet is to make my day. I smiled while writing it. Sadly, Mr Shakespeare was not there. I would love to spend a few minutes in the mind of arguably the greatest writer in Western history. He was deep. Spoke in a cryptic way i wish I could acquire. It’s a goal, and we all have goals. Most are more attainable that this one.

The mix of friends there last night was incredible. I spoke with everyone, everyone was there. There were no time constraints either. To be honest, there was no time at all. It was one of the first sensations I felt. The absence of time. Ir felt amazing. That’s the word I’ll use, to be honest, no words will ever do it justice. When released from the shackles of time my mind worked differently. I might describe what happened, not as a dream, but an experience. Out of body, a visit to the other side. A place I spent hundreds of hours studying. There are many scholarly studies about the subject happening all over the world. I chose 4 and jumped it. It was the most fascinating study I ever did. I go back and study even more at times.

“In sorrow we must go, but not in despair. Behold! we are not bound for ever to the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien

I believe Mr Tolkien was talking about time and space when mentioning the circles of the world. There are no greater of clutching circles that exist than them. Dr Robert Lanza, a theoretical physicist, considered one of the top 3 in the world by his peers, believes we wear time and space like a turtle shell. The shell being our bodies. He believes we are a soul or consciousness. That our brain is a reducer, not who we are. Who am I to argue with one of the smartest humans on this rock?

As interesting and vivid as my dream was. No one had a message for me. Not even a note slipped while no one was looking. I’ve never felt love that permeated through me. As if I was not significant until I rejoined with this place. That I was actually a small part of the whole of everything. This visit was truly a gift to me. I know that. I write about acceptance often. The level of acceptance there was palpable. Not a level at all really. It was again, part of the whole. Whatever I was there, and wherever I was. It was home. This world is the fake one. I’m still in awe. This is one of those “things” that will have more meaning latter. One thing is for sure. I need to lighten up.

He Is Not Dead

“I cannot say, and I will not say , that he is dead. He is just away. With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand, he has wandered into an unknown land, and left us dreaming how very fair it needs must be, since he lingers there. And you—oh you, who the wildest yearn, for an old-time step, and the glad return, think of him faring on, as dear, in the love of there as the love of Here. Think of him still as the same. I say, he is not dead—he is just away.” ― James Whitcomb Riley

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