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Working with heaven is like peering around a corner to try and see what's there. Dad promised me we would work together through the viel and he's kept his promise. The only problem is that the communication is like solving a puzzle. I'm given pieces and throughout the months, the "ah ha " moment comes. My first question to Dad was, "Why and how do people come to us younger after they pass?" This was the answer I got in two dreams.
I dreamt he called me while driving on a rainy road. (something he'd never do here on earth! He never owned a cell phone let alone drive in the rain.) He showed me he was leaving a city filled with silk tents. I saw the tents in his rear window. The dream to follow was my father showing me the process of judgement. Yes, there is judgement in heaven. But it wasn't a man sitting on a thrown asking you questions. Instead, Dad showed me each face, each person he ever had contact with. He could feel every emotion, every thought. The rate of speed was unimaginable. I was woozy. I couldn't stand being there
A guide came to the rescue for me and explained, "As the spirit prepares in the silk tent, they are stregthened to withstand the judgement." You are of flesh and blood. You are dense in matter. You are not prepared for such a rigorous exercise."
Imagine, every person you have encountered and the way you effected them. Postive or negatively, you are subjected to feeling everything anyone has ever felt due to your actions toward them. I witnessed for a short moment my father being judged as a father, husband, brother, uncle, grandfather. Each individual's emotions were flashing by at such speed, it was too much to take.
I dreamt he called me while driving on a rainy road. (something he'd never do here on earth! He never owned a cell phone let alone drive in the rain.) He showed me he was leaving a city filled with silk tents. I saw the tents in his rear window. The dream to follow was my father showing me the process of judgement. Yes, there is judgement in heaven. But it wasn't a man sitting on a thrown asking you questions. Instead, Dad showed me each face, each person he ever had contact with. He could feel every emotion, every thought. The rate of speed was unimaginable. I was woozy. I couldn't stand being there
A guide came to the rescue for me and explained, "As the spirit prepares in the silk tent, they are stregthened to withstand the judgement." You are of flesh and blood. You are dense in matter. You are not prepared for such a rigorous exercise."Imagine, every person you have encountered and the way you effected them. Postive or negatively, you are subjected to feeling everything anyone has ever felt due to your actions toward them. I witnessed for a short moment my father being judged as a father, husband, brother, uncle, grandfather. Each individual's emotions were flashing by at such speed, it was too much to take.
I had to leave the dream. But before leaving, the guide told me, "It is not God who judges us, we go through this process of renewal in the tents to withstand what is to come. " he added, "As we judge, we judge with God's love. We are given his knowledge and empathy. He created us in His image, therefore we have God within."
It's been a while since I've dreamt of Dad. He's been working on a higher level during the day visiting me. And it's much harder that way than through dreams.
