It’s Time; Yo se Ma.

September 21, 2023

In this dream I see my mom from across a divide.  She is younger.  I suddenly become aware of the conversation hearing my words respond, “Yo se ma.”  My response was to a sense of an urging by my mom that, “Its time”.  As I became lucid, I immediately capture the moment with the sense of urgency and did something completely unexpected.  I wave Hello to my mom with my physical hand.  She immediately acknowledges the wave by waving back.  I am completely shocked… my dream mom should not have been able to see my physical hand wave in the dream given she is in my head but my mom in the dream responded by instantly waving back and adding a smile that only my mom could give.  WOW.

I later had a second dream where I am with my son Oliver and my sister Grace.  We are going to the airport.  I am struggling to get off the bus which has stopped to drop us off at the airport.  My bed sheets seem to get caught in the door.  Oliver and Grace have already gotten off the bus.  With the delay, I’m now worried we will miss the flight or that the door will close, and I will lose Oliver sight of Oliver.   I finally manage to dislodge myself from my bed sheets and walk up to the front door of the bus.  As I disembark from the bus, the driver hands me a wallet saying, “This is yours.”  I open it not really recognizing it as mine.  I clearly see the identification card.  I return it to her saying sorry this is not mine.  A part of me wonders if there was anything in the wallet worth keeping.  I also know anything in there belongs to the one identified on the ID card. 

Interestingly, I’ve been seeing Angel numbers appearing everywhere and I mean everywhere every day. Every time I look at the clock its 11:11 or 3:33 or any repeating series of numbers. Not sure what is on the horizon or what God is trying to get my attention on, but they’ve recruited my mom to deliver the message. The first thing that came to mind in the morning is putting more effort into placing the last two embryos I’m holding on to. Those little ID cards are not mine and they need a home.