Check ignition and may God’s love be with you..(Dave Bowie)
Momma has us all gathered around because she has a story to tell us….not really a story…no, a dream she had, she says. ‘Now, Jakita, you dream lots, did you ever dream about going to Heaven?’ asks Momma.
To begin with, correct me if I am wrong (not very often), aren’t dreams inside your head, the content invisible to all except the dreamer? I am confused. How does Momma know if I dream dreams about chasing butterflies and romping with kitties? Then there are those nightmares where big, mean slobbering dogs are chasing me, growling ferociously, their tongue hanging out, just about to pounce on top of me, when I mercifully wake up. Well, you know finger-on-the-pulse-Momma. Apparently she can see inside my head and watch the dream unspool in my head. But dreams about Heaven? Not so much, Momma. I am a grounded Pedigree Havanese Aquarius, not a frivolous make-it-up-as-you-go-along mutt of questionable origins, you know.
Ignoring any offense intended, Momma tells her dream of both science and wonder that had happened years ago, before RIP Daddy died. It had been a long day. Momma fell into a deep sleep but was awoken by a translucent globe of blue at the foot of her bed. Unafraid, she quickly sat up to better survey the ball of light which, like the earth’s path around the sun, was both moving forward and rotating towards her.
In the twinkling of a *, Momma claimed she was sucked inside, instructed to spread her hands and feet, in a V formation, to touch the furthest points possible of the translucent globe. It appeared to Momma that her body had become a bright white light, semi-transparent but clearly recognizable. The globe continued its journey moving forward and rotating, along a darkened path to an unknown destination. Momma said she was more curious than traumatized, not even questioning, just enjoying the Tom Sawyer-like adventure.
All of a sudden, it was like a space shuttle re-entry to the Earth plane, as the globe materialized in to an aircraft, that pierced through the darkness to a land of dazzling white buildings, walls, and inlaid marble stone. Even all the inhabitants wore white togas. Wait a second. Somehow a white toga had materialized on Momma…and there was Grandmama and Grandpapa to greet her. They were so thrilled to see her. Still they made it clear, Momma had not yet earned her way to Heaven yet. Her life plan was not completed – there were things to do, places to go, all to be revealed in God’s good time. So sorry but here is a Return-to-Sender Label, oh, and leave your toga for other In-bounds. Heaven is very Green – the 3R’s (Reduce, Reuse, Recycle) rule Supreme, don’t you know! See ya later Alligator…in a while Crocodile….
Just like that, no further explanation, Momma was awake in the dark, in her bed. There was no globe ride home, no pretty lights. Momma says had been allowed a peek so she could look forward to the treasures in store for the future.
Now, I am not saying I believe or that you have to believe, but you know our Momma, she swears by, it so that is good enough for me.
