Hi Dolores… it’s been a hot minute.
— Yes, it has. And I want to say this very clearly. You have several ways you connect with me, but writing is the strongest.
I already knew that, but it feels so satisfying hearing it directly from you.
— Let’s move to your focus from last night’s dream.
Okay. First let me ask — you were there, right? There were so many people to keep track of… animals too, now that I think about it.
— Yes, I was there, but more as an observer than a participant. You already know who the main participants were.
Yes. My current family, especially my four grandchildren. The setting looked like an amusement park, but I understood it was a dream amusement park. We entered through the gates together. I knew that meant we were beginning something as a group.
— You can see it that way. But really, the invitation came from you. You asked to meet here. It was a kind of “meet-and-greet” in dream space.
I love that. All my grandkids ran ahead, so excited. I was excited too.
— Do you remember what you asked for before sleep?
Yes. I asked for a healing dream — for myself, for Juliet, our after her spay surgery, and for my husband. But my own issue was definitely my focus.
— Here’s what matters. You asked for healing, and you found yourself surrounded by family, pets, loved ones, and you were the first one through the gates.
Yes. Then everyone scattered to find their own rides and adventures. I felt completely at peace knowing the children were safe even on their own. I smiled, already anticipating how we’d meet at the end of the “day” and share our experiences.
(Dolores smiling because she knew I understood this symbolized human lifetimes.)
And it really does feel like our entire lives are just a day when viewed from the eternal perspective.
— I know you want to talk about your own ride, but first understand this: what carried you into healing wasn’t simply the request for healing, it was that you followed your passion.
Consciousness exploration. Connection. Bringing loved ones into the wonderful world of dreams: DreamPark.
— And?
And deciding to remember the dream, record it, and speak with you and my guides afterward.
— (smiling) And write about it.
Yes. And share that writing. I haven’t done that in a while either!
— You’ve been transitioning out of a long phase centered on your father. That required energetic rerouting. Even with preparation and pre-grieving, you weren’t going to instantly return to your earlier creative frequency.
I understand. Now about my ride. I opened a door and saw a staircase — just like the basement stairs in our home. Instead of walking, I floated down, feet lifted, hands lightly touching both banisters.
Before reaching the bottom, I knew I was going to retrieve a book from the boxes where I keep my published anthologies. The space was like a library, filled wall-to-wall with shelves.
— That is the key. You were retrieving a book that already exists.
One that holds the healing information I’m searching for?
— Not exactly. The book itself isn’t the healing. The healing comes from writing it. There are many books inside you, just as there were inside me when I was embodied. It is the act of bringing them forward that restores you.
Just like when my life shifted after meeting you and having my own session.
— Precisely. Following your purpose is the most powerful healing prescription there is.
And writing is central to that. Going deeply (the basement steps) inward again. Something I stepped away from while caring for Daddy all those years.
— Yes. Now get to work.
