When I was 18 years old, I was the only survivor of a car wreck that killed two of my friends, Christina and Jonathan. Christina was also my roommate, and we were in our freshman year of college together. It was a devastating loss that was emotionally shattering for me in many ways. At that time in my life, I had no idea what I believed happened to the soul when the physical body dies. For two weeks following that accident, I was consumed with worry and fear, frightened of what might be happening to their souls and wondering if they were OK.
At the end of the second week, however, I had the most amazing experience, a vivid dream that was completely transformative. Continue reading “Dreams … Then and Now, Part 1”