My dreams changed last weekend. I was away from home, and they took me even further. I was not in a place I’ve ever imagined or with anyone I’ve consciously known this lifetime. I believe I had a glimpse of what life can be like when we are outside the constraints of this dimension. I loosed the bonds of the systems in place and saw a world with different priorities. It was beautiful and very different.
I was part of a group that went by the moniker L.O.H. I do not remember what it stood for, only those three initials. We were in New York City. I understood that crime still existed and we were there for the victims. There were hundreds of us. We wore clothing unlike any I’ve ever seen; it was iridescent. We were strong, vital and committed.
My best friend tells me that maybe L.O.H. stood for “Love Over Head”. Here’s why.
We went into the apartment where a murder had just occurred. There was no one there but the body – no police, no yellow tape, no news reporters or eyewitnesses. Our job was to grant dignity and love to the victim and to care for the body. It was a different New York – yet not everyone was “on board” and some violent physical dramas still played out.
We were the transitory team – loving the soul who had volunteered to experience this crime as a victim. I see a long line of us, physically and energetically loving this body. We lift him up and pass him carefully overhead; carrying the body from this dimension to the next.
This is someone to be honored and gently moved to his next destination, and we are here to do just that. Each of us handles him, loves him and thanks him. We create a path of love he travels on over our heads, cushioned in our light. We sort of glow and are all beaming with joy. It is a privilege to do this work.
