12
A Glimpse of Heaven
The sense is that these people and animals that have died are real. They are not see-through at all. They are as they were in life, and their personalities are not altered by death. The human dead wear the clothing they favored in life from the time period in which they lived. I must remark that I have yet to see a phantom either in earlier personal-form visits or dream visits dressed in long, flowing white gowns or funerary tuxedos. That is not to say they don’t exist—it is just that the dead I communicate with are grounded in their own concept of reality. Unlike the everyday dreams of the office or other mundane concerns, when the dead visit me in my dreams I retain all my personal attributes and I am fully present in their world. I can actually feel the warmth of the eternal sun on my body, smell the newly mown grass or blooming flowers, hear the calls of birdsong or the musical flow of a creek rushing over pebbles and stones. For the span of time I am with them I am fully involved in what they have to show or tell me. Being in their presence makes me feel more alive and vital than any everyday dream ever could—and therein, I believe, lies the vast difference between the two types of dreams, a difference that must be repeated. One type of dream is ordinary and the other extraordinary.
Dead Time The dead I have met in both form or dreams have no timetables and, as I know from experience, the concept of time as we understand it really doesn’t matter to them any longer—something that makes perfect sense. In fact, I found that their time is totally different from ours. To them a dozen