I moved to Canyon Lake two months early under quite unpleasant circumstances. The depression over the first couple of weeks was dense and difficult to escape. Looking out the windows of my RV at my surroundings, the gorgeous trees looking back at me, there was a certain sense of peace amidst the storm.
For the first week solid, I had some of the worst nightmares I have ever had. Sleep eluded me as I writhed in the bed each night. As the days became easier, the nights did too. There came over me a serenity in knowing that everything was happening just as it was meant to. I won’t go into detail in how I knew, but the message was received loud and clear. “Go with the flow. The ancient battle is working itself out.”
Ever since I can remember, my dreams have been extremely powerful and vivid. It has taken many years to realize that they are not always just simple dreams; they are communication from the other side that must be acknowledged. For a while, I believed everyone had these types of communications, but I was sadly mistaken. I have since learned that there are certain things that just cannot be said to others without freaking them out or making them think I am plain nuts! Since I was plagued by nightmares and lack of sleep for the first couple of weeks, I began detailing to my sister and mother about one of the nightmares that had terrified me. I learned quickly that it was better left unsaid.
During these trying few days of keeping most of my thoughts to myself, my mother had a dream that she wanted to tell me about. I became overly joyed at the idea of talking about dreams with her. She explained the details about her dream and told me her interpretation. I waited patiently for her to finish waffling and when she finished talking, I politely stated that if it were my dream, that I would interpret it another way. I told her that I would not take it so literal and that it would seem that God was speaking in symbolism. That created a blowup where my mother began screaming at me and I was forced to make her leave.
A little later on, my sister, her husband, and a good friend of theirs were standing outside my RV, all talking. The argument I had with my mother came up, and it was mentioned that they do not have dreams. My sister’s friend stated, “I don’t dream, and I sleep beautifully.” My sister added that she does not dream either and never has. She told me that I have my interpretation of what dreams and God are and my mom has her interpretation. The tone was that I should keep my opinions about my mom’s dreams to myself because they are merely opinions. There seemed to be no comprehension of the magnitude of dream experience I have obtained over the years. It seemed almost laughable that I had attempted to interpret the dream in my own way.
As I stood there watching them walk away, I suddenly felt very lonely. I have always had these experiences. Out of body experiences, visiting parallel/alternate realities and other lifetimes, vivid communication with the other side of this reality; I am no stranger to dream interpretation. I have all these experiences to share, and a wealth of knowledge that is dying for an outlet. Why should I have to keep it under my breath while my mother is explaining her “vision from God?” Just because I believe that God is all-loving and compassionate, and she believes “He” is fire and brimstone I have to bite my tongue?
I will go ahead and put this explanation out there. When I use the word, “God,” I refer to All That Is. Soul, Inner Child, Spirit Guides, Mother, Father, the planet, the universe, the trees that stare back at me, the dirt, the sky, the air, every dimension throughout time and space, every other universe, all consciousness, organic and inorganic. Man, and machine. With all of these in mind, the only thing that really matters is Love. Unconditional Love. To me, that is God. Duality is a part of it, and I must allow it to be. Quite simply, I must allow others to believe in good and evil because that is the path of their soul’s choosing. I don’t have to agree or even understand it, but I must allow it. Go with the flow.
Given all of this, I am on a seemingly lonely ascension path in the midst of all this dense reality. What I experience is not the same as what my sister experiences. We all have our own unique world lens. I realized that I must make new friends here that resonate with my lens. One of the ways that God communicates with me is through music. Sometimes you hear exactly what you need to hear, precisely when you need to hear it. When I heard the following song, it was followed up by a rush of confirmation letting me know that I am not alone. Ever.
‘Somewhere Only We Know’ by Keane
I hope you take the time to watch the video and listen to the lyrics so you can follow my drift 😊
It has been exactly three weeks since I moved. Slowly but surely, I have been giving my sister little nuggets about my “dream” experiences. I will describe to you know the one I told her about just yesterday. She told me how weird it was, and I agreed. It IS weird to someone who has never dreamed and does not wear my lens. This experience occurred shortly after my walk-in was activated. I had just moved back into my mother’s house and had decided that night to sleep on the couch downstairs.
I exit what appears to be a giant wooden airship, one that you would see if you were playing Mario. The only thing I see is the bottom. I get inside a classic black four-door car. I sit in the rear passenger seat and there are three others with me. Though I do not recognize them, we all seem to know each other. There is a man driving the car, another man in the passenger seat, and a woman sitting in the back with me
We are surrounded by picturesque hills with the road curving throughout. It all looks like a cartoon and it is breathtaking. I look out the window to my right and see a cloud in the sky. The cloud is puffy and white, and pixelated like something out of Mario. As I look closer at the cloud, a colorful face appears and smiles at me. There is a sense of peace, yet I realize just how strange this all is. The cloud seems to be assuring me that everything is okay.
We are coming from the south, near Avalon. (A common theme in my dreams.) We come to the end of our car ride together, and I am dropped off at home. I am not sure where I just was, but there is a sense of returning from a trip to an unknown location. My body is lying on the couch and as soon as I have that thought, I am back in my body. I attempt to wake up, but I cannot move. I remember the exact details of what just occurred, but for some reason I cannot move a muscle. I try to open my eyes, but they will not open. I say to myself, “Well, I’m dead.” My body feels so heavy. I tell myself, “Okay, just lift your right arm up.” I am dead weight.
About 30 seconds pass and spontaneously, I am completely functional. Though quite groggy and confused, I move my arm and open my eyes. A sense of overwhelming relief floods through me as I lie on the couch thinking about what I just experienced. I am dumbfounded. What the hell happened??
After careful consideration, I now believe that my body had become awake before my soul had fully returned from the trip. I don’t know if this was an accident or part of my training for communication with the other side, but it taught me quite a lot! It was one of the first out of body experiences that I remember vividly. It most certainly was not my last! When you experience things like this, you begin to question reality. You begin to see things much differently, especially when you are told that reality is one thing, yet you have the experiences and internal discernment to tell you otherwise. It all can become very isolating and cumbersome.
That wonderous, puffy cloud smiling down at me wanted me to know that I am not alone in this. Along this journey, I am being shown places and shown things that only “we” know. Most of this information is not meant for my family’s ears. It is not meant for everyone in my life to understand or even know about. Before my awakening began, I prayed for my life to have some kind of meaning. I longed for my parents who are on the other side. I felt utterly alone and lost. I had no reason for living. Now, I look back on those days and realize how untrue that was.
The connection I now have with God is the most amazing feeling I could ever dream of. If not for these extremely difficult and painful times in my life, I might not be here typing this. I sit in this RV looking at all the beauty in the world around me and realize that life will never be a simple and lonely road again. I can always rely on my personal knowledge of the other side in all its complexities. That is the gift the smiling cloud gave me, going somewhere only we know.
My name is Kerry Eppler and these are my true tales. Relax. Enjoy. Be inspired.