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June 22, 2004 Not everyone gets theirs dreams to come true in life. Especially when that person cannot be found, and one seeks comfort from wanting to know all is well, or maybe not so well. This story is about a person who sought that comfort, and found it after 41-years. I could tell you the story of her life but it is not the subject and so let me say in passing, Rosario was the missing person, and the searcher was Rosa that is me. Both Rosa and Rosario were born in the Andes, the mountains of Peru. Rosa [remember that is me] was not to get married until her 40th birthday. The local Priest had asked her to become a nun because of her devotion to the church. She had worked many years as an accountant, and built a big house with many bedrooms and bathrooms so her family could have a place to live, in Lima, Peru. And in all that she had done, her sister Rosario remained in her mind. In this sketch, in: Searching for Rosario: it was in the year 2001, Rosa no longer lived in the Country of Peru although she maintained her big house there, she moved to the United States of America, she had met him in l999, during his trip to the Andes. There, her and her husband [Dennis] maintained a little company of theirs own. During this year one evening Rosa fell to sleep, but this sleep was to prove to be quite different. As she fell deeper into her sleep, she started to dream. To her surprise, she would wake up the next morning, knowing exactly what her dream was about, as clear as a crystal that was just polished. To her it was more than a dream though. It was a journey, a real journey, a voyage beyond the normal. God gives us visions in many forms, and this voyage, this journey was just that. Some of these journeys come in dreams, while others come in visions during waking hours, others through prophecy, and still others while in a trance. And some times we can identify them and where they belong: a sense you might say, and overwhelming sense by all means. In this case, Rosa believes they came from above, heaven, if they were from the other place, it would be against all of Hell's nature, and as it is said: the devil does not cast out the devil. For those who believe in the invisible world, her dream comes in three shades: The living, the dead, and the ones in-between. The Dream: A door to heaven, like a lunchroom door at work opened in front of her: a light was shinning, coming from inside. A man with a long, very long white beard was sitting at the door entrance in a majestic big chair. "Was this Saint Peter?" she asked to herself. He held the door open, than asked, "What is your name?" She hesitated for a minute trying to take it all in, absorb the dream, the so called dream, or vision-dream [why had she not witnessed this before she asked herself?] "Was this a dream?" she kept murmuring to herself as she looked at the door and the person by it. "Is this real?" she continued to question herself. She asked herself, what was real in the sense of being taken on a journey. "Am I dead?" was another question that came to mind. Foolish as it may sound we do question ourselves when we become more part of the awaken dream than part of the unconscious dream part, but it had to be asked, at least to her subconscious it must have said, your more awake than dead for she felt in another world, with them old ties to the physical one. "Rosita?" said the voice coming from the shining figure with light, the light coming from him was like a thousand streetlights coming on at once and almost blinding. "Are you ready?" asked the man guarding the door. "Yes sir, I am ready," she said with a reserved smiled, and a peaceful and excited heart, one she had never known before. Henceforward, she walked through the entrance: she looked down the hall, it was all lit up. The man at the door said: "Wait, Rosa" - adding, "you must have a guide." Rosa said with a calm beam: "A guide, oh, why?" Responded the man, "It is the way things are done around here." "I can give you this little angel to guide you," said the man. "A beautiful little angel she was at that," for at that moment, Rosa said to herself, as she looked ahead, looking - I want to say strangely, but more so on the overwhelming- disbelief side of strangely, for so very beautiful was this little winged angel: she thought. As the little angel got closer, Rosa noticed she was walking on air, and smiling as if she knew her: and goose bumps came to Rosa, yes oh yes, goose bumps while in a dream. As the little angel got within a few feet of Rosa, Rosa arched, stood in disbelief, wanting to cover her face out of being consumed and enveloped into a joy unnamable. It was her little sister who had died many years ago. The one she had thought of so many times, uncountable times. "Oh ooooo," she cried with all the happiness a heart could withstand, with her hands stretched out wanting to hug her, and within a moment, just a moments time, she was hugging her so hard, the little angel could feel her heart beat, for said the little-angel, to Rosa, "Everything I want is here" - adding, "I will take you for a walk." And so they both walked on down the path of light; the little angel not even touching the ground, how amazing thought Rosa. Not able to hold it back, said Rosa to Rosario with softness to her voice: "You are so beautiful, and happy," nothing fancy was said, just simply words with so much meaning, and assurance for Rosa, for now she knew she was fine. They walked farther down the path. As they came to a tree, Rosa tried to warn Rosario of the branch about to hit her head, but she went right through it. "How wonderful!" Rosa said out loud as they passed people walking here and there. As they continued to walk further, Rosa could see an immense green meadow, flowered throughout its grazing land, many wheelchairs were along the way as they walked this area [empty], all on a floor, and she could see a big group of healthier and strong people of different ages walking to the meadow, through "way," the way being, the area where the wheel chairs were. Rosa asked a healthy lady, who seemed to be a leader of the group nearest her on the pathway, what's the wheelchairs for? The lady pointing to the healthy people who were walking through the way, said: "they belonged to some of those healthy people over there [pointing]," adding, "but now they do not need anymore of such devises because they are never sick anymore." Rosa continued asking: "But what are they doing?" The lady said: "As you can see all this area is a Holy Field's because of the graves and people who were buried here, and these people are having meetings where I will teach things they need to know before they meet God, I work for God so I am leading them." With curious eyes, Rosa said: "Oh I want to work for God, too." The lady answered: "if you want, you should start working while you are on the earth, for God will not forget when you are here." As Rosa continued walking she saw her old boss from Lima: "Hello, hello," she said in a loud voice. But he couldn't, or didn't hear her. "Well," said Rosa in an inquiring voice. Then thought, she must be in-between worlds of the living and the spiritual. They could not see her or hear her. As more people approached her, they seem to walk right through her now. "Isn't this so peaceful," she said vocally, totaling, "Is this, this what it is like?" At that very moment, she knew Rosario was in good hands. She knew she would never worry about her again. She had met her little sister, what more could she ask for. The next day she told her husband about the dream-vision, the journey. That she had never been so at peace. That she talked to her sister, and knew she was very happy. Her husband said: "It sounds like a good story, and a most rewarding dream." ------------ About the author: Mr. Siluk is a world traveler, a lover of the mysteries around the world, and has visit many World Heritage Sites, the most recent being Easter Island and the Galapagos. His most recent book: "After Eve," and his 26th book thus far, can be seen on/at Barns and Nobel.com, Amazon.com, Walmart and several other sites. He spends his time between Lima, Peru and St. Paul, Minnesota, and is wroking on two more books: "Stay Down, Old Abram," and "Curse of the Abyss Worm," the second being a suspensful mystery. Visit http://dennissiluk.tripod.com Email: dlsiluk@msn.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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