Thank you for visiting my dream last night. I was wondering where you had been the last several years. You sort of just vanished. Though you were gone, a part of you always stayed with the family. How exactly did you do that? Your body wasn’t here but the feeling like you was here was still present at times. How is that possible if you are dead? Your visit last night was extremely vivid and you had not changed your spirit at all. It was nice to be in your presence once more alongside your family. You were driving us from New York to Pennsylvania in the old Mitsubishi Montero. Man, it felt nostalgic sitting in that vehicle again. It had tremendous character.
But how did it have so much character? Was it because it was tied to the memories of you and your family that I had? There it goes again. A presence of your being separated from your body. Perhaps, the soul is just a pattern of memories then, a firing of a specific set of neurons. A collection of snapshots of your energy. Maybe that is how you visited me. It was a pattern of you laying dormant within my psyche that showed up last night. It was being revealed to me again. But it felt so real!
Come to think of it, I was actually reading from these interesting scientists that dreams may be a way for your brain to extract new knowledge from existing memories by essentially creating a story with your daily memories and your less explored, seemingly unimportant memories. In other words, dreams help solidify who you are while exploring new possibilities of who you can be. For this reason, I am even more grateful that you visited. It’s a true testament to your soul. It’s been years since I have seen you and yet you are still adding value to my growth. That’s incredibly cosmic.
You helped me realize that the line between life and death is an illusion, for one can never truly be dead. Your pattern exists forever in the universe and it’s merely a matter of reconnecting with that pattern. The sadness seems to come from a hole of that pattern being torn off when your body leaves. This is probably why we cling to items that remind us of our lost loved ones. Our brains are just trying to keep the pattern alive.
Your pattern to me is a remarkable one. You seem to be a complicated individual but your aura is nonetheless incredibly infectious. It is hard not to pay attention to you when you are around, and I can’t but help feel as if your presence makes me want to be a better person. Your strength of will was exactly how I remember it in my dream. It was terrifying at times, but it was nice knowing you wouldn’t let a stranger take advantage of us. It’s no wonder why being around your family is so comforting. They probably adopted that pattern of yours for themselves. Thank you again for visiting and for reminding me how much of an honor it was to be able to say to you, “Cion, Tío.” Not sure when I’ll come across your pattern again, but I do know that part of your pattern is stitched to my soul forever, and thus, you step with me as I navigate through life.
Stay Cosmic,
Sincerely… Wibi
PS: Thank you to Robert M. Pirsig, Antonio Zadra, & Robert Stickgold for inspiring this post.
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