Debra Basham

Living and Loving

Tag: dream

  • Dream! Divine Timing

    She received this text message from a friend early that morning, “I’d like to share a dream I had last night. Please let me know if you are available today or tomorrow for a call.” She replied saying she was awake and available but heard nothing back from her friend.

    That afternoon while driving from her doctor appointment to a farm market in search of local honey, she received a phone call from the homeowner of their seasonal rental for many years. Since she had not grabbed her headset when she left the house, she did not answer, but dialed as she got back into her car with the coveted honey. They were just a few days short of one year since Hurricane Ian swept devastation through their beloved Florida community. It was a nice long catch-up call.

    Knowing she’d been gone a long time, she sent her husband a quick text message letting him know she was going on to the grocery store.

    A beep-beep came from the car pulling in right behind her, and out jumped the friend who had written about the dream! They sat on a bench just inside the store and took all the time they needed to look deeply at the symbolism in the dream before joyfully going on to their separate shopping chores.

    Coming around the corner of an aisle and seeing one another it flooded into her awareness how divine the timing had been for them to pull into the parking lot at the exact same time. “If I had not had that long conversation I would have been here and gone before you arrived.”

    Looking at her phone later she noted that she had been on the phone conversation for 26 minutes!

    Their meeting was obviously not simply about the “dream” but also about Divine Timing….

    Nevertheless, do not let this one fact escape your notice, beloved, that with the Lord one day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years is like one day. ~ 2 Peter 3:8

  • On Eagles Wings

    Sacred Stories

    His brother had recently passed. Their relationship was very close. When their father had a stroke nearly forty years earlier, this brother became the patriarch of the family. Plus, they wintered close by and spent a couple of days a week together. They shared a very special bond.

    His brother had built him a front porch.

    His brother orchestrated putting new windows in the home of their sister-in-law following the passing of their brother who was between them in age.

    His brother had been with him when he lost consciousness and was rushed to the hospital.

    The feeling of loss was palpable.

    Coming into the great room that morning, he told his wife about a dream he had. In the dream his brother was off to the left in a spotlight dancing. When the light would go out, his brother would freeze. The light would come back on and the dancing would begin again.

    As they explored some of the obvious aspects of the dream (including how our deceased loved ones are “animated” by our loving thoughts) his wife mused, “It must be very frustrating and agitating. It is like you are invisible. Your family and friends don’t see you or hear you because they believe you are gone…”

    She caught herself mid-sentence before continuing, “Well, they are probably not actually frustrated or agitated, but for sure our loved ones appreciate and are animated when we acknowledge their continued presence with us.”

    As these words came out of her mouth the Alexa device turned itself on playing “On Eagles Wings” by Steve Hall.


    And He will raise you up on eagles’ wings
    Bear you on the breath of dawn
    Make you to shine like the sun
    And hold you in the palm of His hand

  • Healing is all the Buzz!

    Sacred Stories

    (A woman living in Florida, articulates her amazing synchronicity with a friend who lives in Mexico around a shared joy of the art form of dotting.)

    Note: Ze/Per/Hir/They – These pronouns offer inclusion and accuracy for someone who doesn’t identify by the male/female gender classifications, and were used in the original communication, and included here out of respect.
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    About 4 days after my surgery, I had an amazing dream and sent an email telling zer about it:

    I want to let you know that your dotting has factored into my healing process.

    My post-lumpectomy healing has been progressing really well. Last night I slept perfectly again, aided by XS Tylenol, and dreamed that you and I were emailing each other using only dots to communicate. We did it so much that the predictive text feature started suggesting dots for us to use. The really amazing part of the dream was when the dots came off the screen and morphed into a honeycomb alive with buzzing bees. I awoke feeling better than ever, almost zero discomfort, as if the bees and honey had permeated my body and resolved all physical issues.

    My friend wrote back:

    OMG!!

    First off, I’m so happy to hear that you are healing well and slept well with no pain!

    But…. Last night I was sitting here with a pencil and paper trying to figure out how to make a honeycomb out of dots. How cool is that!!!

    (really what is reading off a screen but just a bunch of dots we programmers call pixels)

    Here’s to more healing. Holding you in the buzz.


  • Barbara’s Call

    Sacred Stories

    She sent email sharing a funny experience:

      While lying in a yoga pose listening to a friend/spiritual teacher’s (Barbara’s) instructions, recorded at retreat the previous day, almost falling asleep, the phone rang.

      Strange.

      It said the call was from Barbara.

      How could she be calling while I am listening to her giving a talk? It was almost an out-of-body experience.

      I answered the phone and indeed it was Barbara!

      Duh!

      I told her about it and she thought it was funny, too! (Sort of like dreams I wake up from, feeling they’re so real, that people are with me in the house, so I go to the back bathroom instead of the one I usually go to so that I don’t wake them up! And then I see that no one is there!)


    The world of reality has its limits; the world of imagination is boundless.
    ~ Jean Jacques Rousseau

  • Come on, let’s go….

    Sacred Stories

    She passed away of natural causes while vacationing in Argentina.

    The night before she passed, she dreamed that she was walking on the beach when she felt someone touch her hand. She turned around and it was her late husband.

    He said, “Come on, let’s go.”

    She shared having had the dream.

    The following day, at age 61, she died on the third anniversary of her late husband’s death.

    Her obituary included this powerful line, “Her last trip aboard was the beginning of a new and everlasting one.”

    “Sacred” stories are being shared openly. Reflect on what this all means for you. What is real? Who are you?

  • Era of Peace

    era of peace

    She had driven out-of-state to attend the seminar.

    Settling into their seats, waiting for the seminar to begin, she told her companion, “Last night I had a dream that we got here and there were people here we knew. In the dream, I thought it was actual people we knew, but when I woke up I realized it was that, in reality, we know everyone at the soul level.”

    The woman seated directly in front of her turned around and said, “I had the same dream!”

    “Where are you from?” they both asked. They were from the same state, about thirty minutes away from one another. They soon discovered they knew several people in common.

    The seminar began.

    After the break, returning to their seats, seeing faces more clearly, her companion realized they had previously met!

    From Patricia Cota-Robles’ website, the words about the seminar seem significant, too:

    We are in the midst of a monumental Awakening that is taking place within the heart and mind of every man, woman, and child on Earth. This is true whether a person is consciously aware of it or not.

  • Kindle!

    She gifted her mother-in-law a Kindle (digital reading device), but her mother-in-law (being of the older generation) never used it.
    kindle

    Several times after the death of her mother-in-law, she noticed her own Kindle would be on in the middle of the night, although she always thought she was sure to turn it off after reading in bed before falling asleep.

    One night, her husband had a dream about his mother. Waking from the dream, he got up to go use the bathroom.

    When he came back to bed, his wife’s Kindle was turned on!