Last night my grandmother visited my dreams. She has not walked this earth in over thirty years, and as a child I didn’t really know her too well nor spend much time in her company. What I do remember the most about her, was her love for witches and all things voodoo. She had one witch in particular that hung on her wall and when she pulled a little string, the witch would start cackling and spitting water – it scared the Bejesus out of me!
In recent years I have felt her presence with me at times. None so much as vividly as last nights’ guest appearance in my sleep though. She emerged looking vibrant and younger than when I had known her, and spoke to me in the gentlest tones of love while she chanted a song and talked of writing.
No longer was she the witch-loving odd grandmother that spiked a certain awkwardness in the heart of a young child, nor did she resemble any of her human personality. She took none of those traits with her when she departed from this earth. She just was; and she was wonderful.
I had never felt so at peace with her before this moment, and the experience was uplifting and profound. I was reluctant to see her go, and the encounter has stayed with me all throughout today.
I feel very grateful and blessed having experienced my grandmother the way I did last night, and it reminded me that we are so much more than our physical selves. Our true selves are eternal, perfect and beautiful in every way – and this is the very theme in my book, Millie’s Angel. A book about a girl who experiences her own encounters with a divine being. A book about a girl struggling to make sense from life and piece the puzzles together in search of the truth.
So, what is the truth?
The truth is, you are eternal; so embrace your perfection and live from your truth.