I am in a little solarium that is like the front room of my cabin but more open. Same floor, dusty with outdoor dirt. There is a round patio table with a wicker bottom and glass top, and a wicker chair that I am sitting in. Nothing is around the rest of the table, just my chair. I am scooting the chair around the table playfully, when suddenly I realize I am not making it scoot. It is scooting as if by magic. I pull my feet up and will it to scoot. It goes about a third of the way around the table. I realize a spirit is making the chair move, and I ask it to whirl me all around the table. It does so, several times, and the feeling is delightful, joyful, playful.
I still have some skepticism, so I ask the spirit for another, unmistakable sign. The chair lifts about a foot up and holds me in the air, then lets me down gently. Then the back of the chair, the wicker, squeezes a hug into my lower back, holds it for a few seconds, and lets go.
I see an old black plastic six-pack, the tiny kind that the seedlings come in from the nursery. It has some little weeds or greens growing up out of it, very scraggly, not much hope. I pick it up. Suddenly the chair and I are outside in the dirt. The weather and scene are more like May, but it is February.
“Are you going to stay with me forever?” I ask the chair/spirit.
The chair shakes from side to side as if shaking its head no.
I was expecting that answer. “Where will you go when you leave?” I ask.
The chair lifts up in the air and then back down as if to say, “Up.”
I decide to dump the seedlings out of the six-pack and into the earth, which is very dark and rich. “Since it’s only February, not much chance of these surviving anyway,” I say to the chair/spirit. I dump them out in my hand first, and the precious white root balls, the size of pinheads, look so sweet. “I will grow many more,” I say, and let them fall to the earth. I sit back in the chair, and the dream fades to waking and early morning. It is February 14, 2019.
Love
Yes. Thank you Nancy.
Sounds like a Jack visitation for certain!💜💜💜
Given the cloud I’m on, I’m certain too. A friend of mine who has been widowed for three years told me to expect Jack to become a spirit guide. WHHHATTTT?? I thought…. Now I see what she means. Bring it, JP. I love you.
Totally made me smile! I loved it.
I thought it would, Sweet Niece. I love you.
So love this dream Carolyn….grounded, playful, so full of possibilities and delight, birth and growth. Taking your seat in the circle of life that is represented by the glass tabletop….a window for visions, clarity and connection to Spirit; the wicker rooting both the stance and the journey. Thank you for sharing….makes me smile:-)
I thought of you as I was writing it down this morning, my dear Sariah. You have taught me so much. Glass, wicker, earth, soil and spirit. As I have often been shown in so many ways, every thing is here for me if I pay attention. Much love and I hope to see you before too long.
“Then the back of the chair, the wicker, squeezes a hug into my lower back, holds it for a few seconds, and lets go.” What a loving and kind chair/spirit. Thanks for sharing it with us.
Best chair/spirit ever! XO
And yes, I agree the golden energy thread of Jack woven throughout this “dream” is palpable 💜