“We have forgotten the age-old fact that God speaks chiefly through dreams and visions.” – C. G. Jung
I came home from work in a somber. My stomach was aching, my eyes tired and my body sore. It had been a long few days, and what I desperately wanted was rest.
As I turned my key and opened the front door, I could hear the pitter patter of little feet running down the hall.
“Mama! Mama! Mama’s home!” My 4-year-old son, Elijah, shouted excitedly as he ran to greet me.
Breathless, I bent down to give him a quick kiss before hanging my coat and purse. Then I walked to the couch and sat down.
“Mama! Do you want to play uno?” Elijah asked expectedly.
“No honey. Mama’s tired. I’m going to sit down for a bit.” I said as I reached for my laptop.
“Mama! Do you want to do an activity book?” Elijah asked eagerly.
“No honey. Mama has more work to do.” I replied, as I opened my browser to update my social media pages.
“Mama, do you want to play Avengers?” Elijah asked in a last-ditch effort to get my attention.
“No honey. Mama’s working. We can play tomorrow.” I replied matter-of-factly.
Disappointed, he took a seat on the couch and turned on the TV. We sat together, but apart, for the remainder of the night until it was bedtime. Then we read a few books, I kissed him goodnight and went back to work.
That night I had a vivid dream:
I was walking with two beings who knew things about people that no one (aside from those people) could possibly know. When I asked them what they were here for, they replied, “we’ve come to take a spirit back.” I looked around the open field we were standing in, took a big gulp and said, “when will you take me?”
They exchanged glances. Both were silent and contemplative before speaking. “Next year we will return for you,” they spoke softly and lovingly before disappearing.
I didn’t panic. Instead, my immediate thought was Elijah: “I should work as much as I can in the coming months so I can save money for him.”
That was my plan — work a ton and save money for his future.
It was then I realized what an idiotic idea that was — if I truly only had a year left, wouldn’t it be crazy to spend it endlessly working? Wouldn’t my time be better honored by being with my son, and soaking in all of his sweetness?
I woke up remembering every detail, and rushed to Elijah’s room to find him peacefully sleeping with his Spiderman clock wrapped in his arms. I’ve trained him not to come into my room until 5:30am, and at the tender age of 4, he’s already waking up throughout the night wishing for the time to pass so it can be 5:30 and he can come to me.
Suddenly I felt Deja Vu: I was transported back to the moment I greeted my son upon my return home from work. Only this time I stared at him as he ran toward me and allowed myself to soak him in — his sweet, tender cheeks, red from running and laughing, his golden-brown eyes, still lit up with the innocence only a child can posses, and his auburn hair swept wildly across his face from a day of playing freely. And I wondered, how is he so perfect?
Dreams are strange in that way. Sometimes they tell us things we don’t want to know, or aren’t ready to face, but need to be told. Sometimes they serve as a wake up call, telling us we need to let go of things which are no longer serving us. Sometimes their images are so profound, we can recall every detail and feel as if we weren’t dreaming at all — instead we were visiting another realm.
I’m grateful for my dream because I believe it was a wakeup call from my spirit guides to urge me to stop living robotically and start living presently.
And it worked — today I came home as a new woman. Rather than opening my computer to work (afterwork) as I typically do, I sat down with my son and played Uno. Then we ate dinner together. Then we read our books and he went to sleep.
Tonight he isn’t sleeping with his clock, and if he wakes up in the middle of the night I will gladly tend to him.
Life’s too short and unpredictable to spend it wastefully. Every moment we spend doing things that don’t serve us is a moment we can never renew. We must always remember to honor each other, honor our loved ones and above all, honor our human journey — it’s fast and fleeting.
“We aren’t human beings having a spiritual experience, we are spiritual beings having a human experience.” – Wayne Dyer
About Antasha Durbin: Antasha is a spiritual writer, life-long student of the universe, and psychic tarot card reader. Her website, cajspirituality.com, is dedicated to casualizing the spiritual experience and making it attainable for anyone, anywhere, anytime. Follow her for free, easy-to-digest and highly actionable advice on spirituality, mindfulness and empowered living.
7 thoughts on “Spirituality: A Night With My Spirit Guides and What they Taught Me About Life”
Thank you for this lovely post. It made me smile and a little sad. Its ‘aha’ moments like this that make us realise the little things are so precious and fleeting. Angela x
Angela, it had the same impact on me as I was writing it! I kept thinking, “how has it gotten to this?” And then was comforted knowing I can make better decisions now. ❤️ big love to you and thanks for reading! Xx
This was a beautiful post. It made me cry and smile at the same time. We sometimes forget how precious the little things we have are because sometimes we get caught up in this fast pacing world and we forget what means the most to us.. ❤️ Cher
I love you! Xx
It is a very eye opening event to be ‘touched’ in this way Antasha, allowing that guidance to come into our lives and realise the wisdom and love within it <3
My journey in the story 'The Death' up on my menu did exactly the same thing, to have that realisation, let go those many things that really don't have the substance that we are looking for, simply because they are all built on the fear we hold in our lives <3
Beautiful share kind lady, may it enlighten others in what is really there within our journey's <3
Thank you so much for taking the time to read this piece. You’re right, it is so eye-opening and such a blessing. Looking forward to reading your story, and how it awakened you. Big love to you, and I hope we connect again soon!
Big love, Xx,
This made me tear up as well, especially having a son who’s 27. But there’s still time!
Like you, I’ve gotten the guidance that I might have a shortened life span. Was rejecting on that when I chose randomly in your posts, and got this one.
Amazing synchronicity, even though your wrote the post in 2018. Funny how that works.