Let me tell you how it all started. I had not done dream work in a very long time, but a few weeks before this horrid dream, during a spirit transmission through my husband, one of my spirits came with a request. We were to shift our line of communications to the sleep realm. She outlined the first set of in instructions on how to sew a ‘dream pillow’.
I enjoy sewing on my spare time and I even turn that craft into active meditation and as eager as I was to start my project, I sensed something was missing. Further inspiration came to me hours later while chatting with my best and dearest friend as well as my spiritual co-worker. Upon doing divination together consulting our main spirit guides who happen to both be older ladies, we defined the materials that would go inside my dream pillow. He then helped me to secure some herbs which harder to find as fresh as possible in the Caribbean. But for him it was easy to simply send them from England.
Thus, once I received the materials I made the pillow. On to sleep I went, but not without asking Madam G to open the way of communication between her and I.
In my dream, I was on my dressing gown in the middle of a busy hotel lobby, but only the front desk clerk noticed me. My keys had been locked in my room and my roommate an old high school friend would not open the door for me no matter how hard I knocked. After obtaining my keys, I entered the room but I still went unnoticed. I left frustrated and I realized I was starving.
Across the lobby in the hotel restaurant a friend of mine was finishing breakfast and waved me to join her. She was not eating alone; another mate of ours had just left the table to visit the restroom. So I sat down and told my friend how hungry I was. The waitress came and cleared the table and I started to order, but she paid no attention to me. My friend then interceded and repeated my order. Eggs, pancakes, sausages and coffee were brought to the table by a waitress who seemed miffed to have to serve a second round of breakfast and to a rather thin young woman. I was enjoying my food when our other friend returned and enquired who in the world was supposed to eat all that food that now sat there on the table getting cold.
I could not believe what was going on. Could she not see that I was half way through devouring my meal? It had been so long since I ate and I was so delighted with my meal when a pair of hands reached out to take my food away. I protested, but the waitress simply cleared the table while my kind friend was scolded for being greedy and ordering things to them let them go to waste. My friend, the one who ordered for me looked right in my direction with sad longing eyes. It was then when I realized, I was dead.
Communicating with spirits can be filled with surprises and provide the seeker with much food for thought. I never imagined that my life’s journey would enable me to turn the table and see life from such different perspective: From the eyes of someone no longer alive.
After 15 years of constant practice working with spirits, but dreaming that I am dead is not my idea of a fun exploratory session. However, but it is hardly up to me to determine what Madam G wanted to show me.
This journey of a life amongst the spirits is far from over. For now, I leave you with some food for thought. Spirits want and need offerings. Where I once considered that I was having a momentary lapse of reasoning by setting down on an altar food, candles, flowers and water for the dead, now I see it as an act of kindness and thanksgiving. Looking at it from the other side (like Madam G showed me) made me realize that somewhere behind the veil, one of my spirit beings could be starving for food, water, love, attention, recognition, light and prayers. Perhaps one day that spirit could be you, or me.
Oní Yemayá Achagbá
Author’s Note: The full article is published in “The Equinox British Journal of Thelema VII10.” For a copy of the Journal visit http://www.hadeanpress.com/our-titles/british-journal-of-thelema/the-equinox-bjot-issue-10/