Vulnerability Opens Us To Other Worlds

Dear Readers A while back, I asked you to send me your experience with visitation dreams. Today, we report two of the many responses we received.

Dear Nancy: I’m an 88 year-old widow. I had this experience many years ago and to this day, it’s the most profound thing that has ever happened to me. - Mabel

Our son, Jim, was a medic in Korea during the war. He was helping a wounded man in a battle zone when he was shot and killed. I had a terrible time accepting his death, partly because his body was sent home in a closed casket and I never saw him dead. I kept thinking that maybe they made a mistake and he was still alive.

One night, just as I was going to sleep:

I see a light on the wall at the foot of my bed. My son, Jim, is sitting in a rocking chair in his uniform and there is light all around him. He says, “I’m all right, Mom. You’ll be here with me some day.”

I know without a doubt that my son came back to visit me that night. After that dream, I felt peaceful and was able to accept his death.

This experience also strengthened my faith in the afterlife.

Dear Nancy: I’m a 50-year-old wife and mother. I was the oldest child in our family of 13. When my mother died several years ago, she was surrounded by all five of her daughters. We are a family of storytellers, so, as we sat with Mom, we shared childhood stories. Even though she was in a coma, we felt that Mom was truly a part of this sharing.

One of my sisters wiped a tear from one of Mom’s eyes and realized that she was dead. None of us slept that night and we spent the next day making funeral arrangements. I had this dream the following night. - Daphne

I’m in a small crowd of people who are walking and talking but I can’t see them. I turn and see Mom sitting in a recliner. My son, Franz, who died when he was a year old, is sitting on the floor on her right side. He looks like a young man of 25.

My youngest brother, Nick, who died at 2 months, is also a young man in my dream and sitting to Mom’s left. Ronny, my grandson, who died when he was 5 months old, sits on her lap. They are sharing stories.

No one sees me; it’s as though I’m looking through a window. I experience the feeling of pure joy watching them. Then I hear beautiful angelic music and I wake up crying.

When I woke up, I realized that my nephew, Jake, was practicing the song he was going to sing at the funeral. He has a beautiful voice. I went downstairs and told my sisters about my dream, and they were very excited for me. This experience was one of the greatest blessings of my life. I have absolutely no fear of death.

In fact, to me, death is actually something to look forward to.

Dear Mabel and Daphne: Thank-you for sharing these treasured experiences with us. It seems that sometimes, when we are our most vulnerable, the windows to other worlds are opened to us. I believe that visitation dreams are real and that we are truly connecting with our loved ones.