>On the wings of the angel of death

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One of the most common questions I get asked is why a person is having dreams about their own death or the death of a loved one. Most people take such dreams quite literally because they can be so frightening and the fear blocks any further insight into the symbolism of such dreams.

If you have death dreams, put your mind at ease, because they very rarely mean impending doom and death in literal terms. As with nearly all dreams, the literal images are symbols of the self and the way the self sees the world. In the majority of cases, death dreams represent the ending of a phase in one’s life so that another phase of life can begin. Death is the ultimate finality, and therefore represents the final stages of a life event. For example, it can signal a person’s subconscious belief that a marriage or a career is coming to an end. It can also represent various other endings such as the realization that one’s core belief system is radically changing or the nature of a friendship is coming to an end or betrayal within the relationship is coming to light.

Another element in death dreams involves witnessing the death or the funeral of a loved one who has not actually died yet. These can be amongst the most frightening dreams for people because they can suggest some sort of impending death. Rarely is this true. Dreams of impending death are much rarer than people might think. So what do such dreams imply? The question must become what of the dead person in the dream reflects aspects of yourself? One website says:

For example, if you dream of your mother dying could it represent the ‘death’ of the motherly side of your own nature. Perhaps you should try to be more caring and maternal or perhaps plans you have should be nurtured rather than killed off. Alternatively, you may also be expressing your hidden feelings about the person shown. Do you have a secret resentment towards them or desire to be independent of them? Dead animals may also represent aspects of yourself. They indicate that you may be rejecting or repressing your instinctive side.

Almost all dreams of other people whether they are about death or life are representations of aspects of ourselves. The most important thing is to ask yourself what the strongest emotion was in the dream you experienced, whether it was anger, love, hate, etc. Then you must be able to examine your inner self and your life to discover the hidden causes of such strong emotions. The root causes of those emotions, those aspects of your life, are likely what are coming to an end. All of these things are for the betterment of your soul and frightening experiences in the dream state can be tools to improve the quality of your life. Above all, if the dream of a loved one dying frightens you, view it as a reminder from the universe that you need to tell your loved ones how much you appreciate and value their positions in your life.

Sometimes, however, death dreams come in the form of communications from loved ones who have already died. After death communication should not be viewed as frightening or unnatural in the slightest. It is believed by some that such dreams are a natural part of the grieving process and have no real paranormal significance. Others believe that such dreams are literal visitations from loved ones in the afterlife. In either event, there is no need to fear these things. They are helpful to heal our souls from loneliness, anguish, fear and pain.

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>Dressgasm of the Day: 1860s burgundy mantle

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Since winter is approaching, I thought I would discuss a piece of winter clothing from the 1860s. Most people believe men just had their long duster jackets and women had their long, romantic-looking cloaks made of unfortunately boring material. That isn’t true at all. Women had a great many different style choices for winter attire, ranging from short little shoulder wraps, to mid-length mantles with or without sleeves, to cloaks, to full-length coats with sleeves as we know them today. Of course, there was also the classic shawl that was used year-round in different types of fabrics for lightness in the hot months and heaviness in the winter months.

This particular cloak is gorgeous not only in its colors of burgundy and pink but also in its scrollwork detail. I don’t know very much about this mantle but it appears to be made of either wool or possibly some type of velvet. It’s more likely to be wool or a wool blend, however. The sleeves are bell-shaped, which are called pagoda sleeves, and the mantle fastens down the front with either hooks and eyes or frogs dyed pink to match the pink decorative detail. I cannot discern exactly what the pink detailing is made of but it might be silk embroidery or silk pieces sewn to the mantle. Most of the time, the details were made of silk if they were done that intricately.

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>I died today

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Today is the day that I died in 1905.

The picture to the left was me during the Civil War.

One might think that being aware of the exact day and circumstances of a previous death would somehow be mentally damaging or emotionally upsetting. Really, though, it never bothered me, even when I was in utter and total denial that reincarnation is a true facet of the universe. Death is the easy part of life. Yes, the process of dying can be painful and frightening but the pain and fear is only temporary. Going through eighty years of living was much harder for me than the last three months of illness that delivered me into the afterlife. I have little to no recollection at all of the last ten or fifteen years of that life anyhow, so I feel no emotional bond to my elderly years. When I experience feelings of longing for that life in Maine, it’s the people with whom I shared that life that I long to see again. I long for the roots and the sense of home that I had at that time too. I don’t have a sense of permanency in this life that I had back then.

Do I miss Fanny’s body? Not really. My chest was too big, my nose was too big, I had migraines, poor vision, too many aches and pains, etc. Once I’m done with a body, I have no desire to use it again. My belief system dictates that a body is like a change of clothes for the soul and once your soul outgrows that set of clothes, it’s time to discard it and move on to something new. In true transcendentalist fashion, it’s the insight and experience gained through myself that I carry with me, as well as the love I still feel for the souls in my soul group, whether they are presently incarnated or in spirit. I used to feel such an attachment to that life in particular because it was one of my longest, if not the longest, and I invested the most time and energy into the relationships developed at that time. Many of those relationships have continued and evolved in this present life. Some have faded away, having offered all of the lessons we could for each other. It’s okay to let go if your soul tells you to let go of people, habits or events. There are new experiences and relationships on the horizon.

Today I look back fondly on the good parts of my life as Fanny Chamberlain. I think of the good times with a quiet smile, knowing that no one else on earth understands the things I saw and felt back then. True, people can try and pick apart my various relationships, why I did this, why I thought that, and it has taken me years to make peace with the fact that people are going to misinterpret my life because they weren’t there. They didn’t go through it. I did. I have become a little more forgiving of historical misinterpretations. Above all, I look back on my life as Fanny and see his face. Love is truly what matters in the end. Fussing over the small day-to-day details is not going to matter when your last day comes. It’s the good you create in your life, the mark you leave behind, and the love you create.

 
You in my soul I see, faithful watcher by my cot-side long days and nights together through the delirium of mortal anquish, -steadfast, calm and sweet as eternal love. We pass now quickly from each other’s sight; but I know full well that where beyond these passing scenes you shall be, there will be Heaven. -Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain, written to Fanny after her death.
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