Friday, February 19, 2016
Mother and Children in the Storm
The dream this morning was a simple image. I see a young Asian woman and she is holding two young children in each arm, a third child is on her shoulders, and a fourth is trying to grasp her right leg at the knee. The latter child keeps loosing her grip and tries repeatedly to grab a hold of her mother over, and over.
The woman is standing at the corner of a grass hut with her back to a large bamboo beam. A flood has washed around her and the water has receded. A huge gust of wind has pushed the water away. It feels like a miracle or divine intervention has occurred for this woman and her children in the midst of a disaster. Then I wake up.
This is such an unusual dream for me. I am finding it difficult to come to any firm conclusions about it. It has the feel of a remote viewed event rather than the unconscious acting out.
A quick look online, at the world weather today, reveals a category 5 cyclone named Winston is heading to Fiji with huge waves and 145 mph winds! I am reminded of the dream vision I experience with the infamous 2006 Indonesian tsunami. I had a dream of two young Asian girls playing stringed instruments and I see a powerful wave of water destroy the building in which they were having their morning recital. Everyone in attendance is swept away and killed. The two young musicians are the first to drown and die.
That dream hit me emotionally hard. I watched the videos on YouTube much later and relived the horror of it. I believe I was witnessing that event as it happened then and these Asian girls were among real people who died that day in the disaster.
I pray this woman and her four children survive this tropical blast. It is going to be the most severe storm to ever hit the island in recent memory. It looks to be a really bad one. There is the potential for a lot of destruction and loss of life.
I wonder if they have enough storm shelters with room for everyone? Will some people be left to fend for themselves? Fiji is such a beautiful place. The scars of this storm will be around for a long time to come.
God help them.
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