Soul families. An interesting concept. Through years of metaphysical reading, the idea pops up time and again. Not only are we eternal souls having a human experience (that old saw); we are part of soul families who often incarnate together. There are certain people you meet and feel you have known them forever, and, well—you have.
Think about it—aren’t there a few people in your life with whom you share a special bond? No matter how much times goes by between visits, you are comfortable together and intimate conversation is effortless. Maybe you had a some-enchanted-evening sort of meeting where you instantly recognized them across a crowded room. And I’m not talking necessarily about a romantic connection.
One such person in my life is Thom. Our mothers worked together at General Motors years before we were born. We met in the third grade. I have a clear memory of him pushing a spelling test in my direction to help me with the word “since.”
In high school we had many classes together and happily became Drama Freaks. One show after another. White shoe polish in our hair playing old people. Me in a buck skin shirt dressed as Calamity Jane singing duets with his Wild Bill Hickok. Private jokes. We bought season tickets to the best shows in Los Angeles and saw Angela Lansbury, Katherine Hepburn, Debbie Reynolds, Lauren Bacall, Liza Minelli—live! Romance was never in the cards, so we didn’t have to break each other’s hearts as a rite of passage. We were just the best of friends.
After high school we went our separate ways, but always kept in touch. He became a flight attendant. I ended up in Oklahoma, married, and raised my family for thirty years. Somewhere in the early 80’s, we lost touch. The faithful birthday and Christmas cards from him stopped. My cards were returned addressee unknown. Life was busy, but as time went by, I became convinced Thom must have perished in the AIDS epidemic. Other friends hadn’t heard from him either and had drawn the same conclusion. The thought of Thom enduring the stages of AIDS made me exceedingly sad, but I tucked Thom into the recesses of bygone days.
Except in my dreams. Over the course of the next twenty-five years I had recurring Thom Dreams. They were always different, yet similar. I would suddenly be in a room and see Thom. Usually he was unfolding clothes from a suitcase.
I’d walk up to him, over-joyed and then highly irritated. “You’re alive! Where have you been? Why haven’t I heard from you? We all thought you were dead!”
He never replied. Usually he stood still, maybe a bit puzzled, and totally ignored me. One especially vivid dream featured a bank of windows looking out over the night line of a big city, fully lit and breathtaking. The room had two beds.
Years went by between dreams, but they always startled me out of my sleep and were unusually memorable.
Fast forward to December 2006. By then, I had met Helen, my Reiki therapist, seen Paula healed from an incurable disease, been attuned, anointed and what have you. The Supernal Adventures were well under way. (See EVER-FLOWING STREAMS).
Helen is also a certified Akashic Records reader (that’s a story for another day). Sue had an appointment to have her records read. The day before the appointment, I had another Thom Dream. This time he was in a living room with white couches and potted plants tastefully lining the walls. I went into the same rant—“We thought you were dead! Why haven’t I heard from you?”
I called Sue. “Listen, when you talk to Helen, ask her if Thom is dead or alive. This is driving me crazy!”
So Sue asked. Helen said, “I am sensing his energy and it isn’t the type of someone who has passed over. I think he’s still alive. But, he’s been far away.”
What??? We were so positive he was dead. Well, it took less than five minutes and a Google search to find him. We were both once again living in the LA area.
Through phone calls, Facebook, and emails we’ve been in contact, but life has been busy. Finally, last weekend we had a real reunion doing our favorite thing—going to the theater.
We talked and talked. Catching up, yet feeling that special no-time-has-passed connection.
Thom is part of my soul family. Those dreams? Perhaps astral projection to some hotel room where Thom was between flights? Maybe. That’s fodder for another blog.
All I know is–once he was lost, but now he is found. Soul families? I am a believer.