Someone very dear to me has someone very dear to her in ICU with CO-VID, and it's because of a conversation with her that I've felt nudged to share a few ideas and perspectives that helped me out when two of my beloved brothers and a very dear sister-in-law, on separate occasions, ended up in ICU in the past. One of them, Steve, crossed over, and my other brother, survived Guillain-Barre Syndrome and endured an incredibly long hospital stay. My sister-in-law was in hospital for several months also with a rare form of lymphoma. All of them had touch-and-go moments.
And it's tough on the families and loved ones watching them go through it--hours and hours spent in hospital waiting rooms or beside beds with the person who's sick connected to all kinds of machinery--tubes down their throats, respirators and IVs. It all turns into an exhausted blur of just trying to survive, moment by long-drawn-out moment. And your heart aches...
And, have you noticed how the energies of hospitals feel heavy the moment you walk in the doors? And they get heavier still when you go to the ICU floor? We took the elevator up a few floors to see our brother, and even my sister commented, unsolicited by me, on the heaviness of the area of the ICU in relationship to the other hospital floors. It's noticeable when you feel into it.
Rather than sit in those dreadful energies of hospitals, I encouraged some of my nephews and nieces who lived some distance from the hospitals to return to their own homes and families, and to continue to go about their days--that they could do that and still be an energetic and conscious presence with their dad--a light of love and compassion and grace.
We are multi-dimensional beings, and can be consciously present in many places at the same time. It doesn't matter where our physical bodies happen to be. In fact, I was channeling the wishes of my brother, Steve, while here in my own home, one hundred miles away. I was clearer, more present and balanced with them, whether here at home or on my quiet drives to the hospital than I was when I was physically with them in the hospital. I'd walk into those rooms with all that machinery hooked up to them and fall apart into a blubbering idiot when I tried talking with them, or I'd feel myself shut down and shrink into a ball of survival mode. Just endure it.
With that said, my heart goes out to all of you who've endured those hospital stays--whether as a patient or a visitor. And this year of 2020 with the CO-VID virus--due to isolation--so many have not been able to physically be with their loved ones in the most critical of moments.
That's why I'm offering this perspective to feel into for yourself--see if it resonates.
Dreamwalking isn't only for escorting loved ones who've died to the other side. You can dreamwalk a birth into new life. You can dreamwalk to other times--past and future. You can dreamwalk with someone isolated in a hospital bed.
You can dreamwalk with your loved ones, no matter where any of you are physically. Just be an agenda-free all-loving, all-grateful presence walking beside your loved one. No talking, no directing--just be.
You probably are already doing it and not realizing it. For me, I recognize it's happening now when I suddenly can hardly keep my eyes open and feel a need to lie down and nap. I'm usually out for a couple hours, and it takes a bit of time to feel fully embodied afterwards--kind of groggy and not quite all here yet. I'm dreaming, but often I don't recall anything upon awakening.
Even if that happens, just trust that on some level of consciousness you're connecting--it's often hard to bring that awareness back into this dense earth level. Trust your own loving and compassionate intentions, and it will be so.
Steve and I made a choice to connect with each other in a different realm back in 2006. It actually happened. We did it while asleep in different rooms one night. In my dream I was cheering that we'd done it, and made a note to myself to be sure to remember it and bring it up to Steve in the morning. I forgot it, and then suddenly remembered it, but Steve didn't remember a thing. The only way he knew he'd been travelling in other realms was he woke up dizzy and nauseated, which was a common occurrence for him when he dreamwalked. People he'd visited would remember him, but he wouldn't recall anything. He'd just awaken off-kilter.
My sister and I were definitely dreamwalking with our dad weeks before his death. I'm guessing other family members were, too, though I haven't discussed the idea with them.
You don't necessarily have to nap and get horizontal to choose to energetically be with someone.
As you go about your daily tasks, stop a moment here and there, take deep calming breaths and talk with your loved ones.
You may find you're coming from a place of more clarity and acceptance and gratitude when you're calm and more relaxed and in your own safe and sacred space of home. I feel I'm doing everyone in my world--my loved ones and their caregivers--more good when I'm radiating that out rather than anxiety and worry and guilt.
Much love, my friends. You're not alone. I'm here with you in love and gratitude for the gift you each are to me--no matter where our bodies are physically.
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