When I was a little girl, I was raised with a lot of ideas of Heaven and Hell. Rules of how to live my life so that I could get to Heaven. I can remember being little and dreaming of what Heaven would be like. It was this mystical palace where everything that I loved existed and only the feeling of love and joy remained. I remember being driven often to do the “right” thing out of the fear that if I didn’t do the “right” thing, I would go to Hell.
I had a dream the other night that I had gotten really sick and was spending a lot of time laying in bed. In the past month two really good friends of mine have been diagnosed with cancer and apparently it was something that subconsciously was affecting me. I knew my life was coming to an end in this dream and started having random thoughts about death and dying, Heaven and Hell, and what it all really meant to me.
Out of the blue, my father (who has been deceased for four years) sat by me on the bed and started gently wiping away the tears that were trickling down the side of my face. He asked me what was wrong and I told him that I was afraid that maybe I should have followed the rules a bit better and maybe I didn’t and I was going to go to Hell.
He asked what rules I was talking about. I told him, “You know…the Ten Commandments.”
He threw his head back and started laughing so hard his belly started to jiggle.
“Honey, those commandments were shared with us to create peace of mind while we live in the craziness of the world. They were taught to us to remember to live a simple, heart-centered life — and by doing this we would experience a profoundly deep sense of peace while living the lives we did. When you breathe your last breath, one or two questions will be asked of you. Nobody asks you these questions, they are questions you will ask yourself. The questions are very simple. Did I love enough on the days I was given? Did I make loving enough of a priority? Honey, remember — being right doesn’t matter — being loving does. When you feel conflicted about how to respond about something in your life, ask this simple question, ‘What would love do?'”
He kissed me on the forehead and told me he would see me soon.
I woke up from that dream around 4 o’clock in the morning. My pillow and hair were soaked with my tears. My Heart felt very expansive. I love when my dad comes to visit me. His wisdom is so profound in my dreams and I miss him ever so much.
Ever since that dream when I have felt confused, irritated, or overwhelmed by something, a little voice inside whispers to me, “What would Love do?” I take a deep breath and listen for the answer. Sometimes it takes awhile to hear the answer, so until I hear the answer I choose not to respond and just sit in silence.
Our lives go by so quickly. Let’s live simply and love as much as possible.
In Health and Love,
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