Stephie Ross

Awakening Through My Father's Death

The week before my father’s death I had some pretty intense stuff happening around me. Specifically, on the portal night of 2.2.2020; I was visited by my guides. I had a listless night of sleep, having extreme dreams, including a lucid dream. I had been tossing and turning, stuck in that twilight sleep already, and time felt like it was moving in a spiral rather than a straight line. Before I knew it, I was in a lucid dream, sleep paralysis and all. Next to my bed stood a very tall, thin, white (almost translucent) torso; I began to panic. Something within me told me to relax. This isn’t malicious; it’s actually one of my guides, and I instantly fell back asleep. While asleep, I dreamt that I was at work but dressed for a funeral. I was running around because I was throwing an event (possibly the funeral), and I then met up with my close friend and his brother. The way I was comforting my friend, I thought the funeral was for his father. I don’t remember anything else from the dream, but I woke again, and I thought my boyfriend was getting into bed. He told me, “You have to move,” because I was on his side of bed; I apologized and rolled over. Some more time passes, and I wake again, rolling over to see my boyfriend wasn’t actually in bed. I suspect what I saw and heard before was my guide once again. I’m not sure what that message was all about, maybe I literally have to move from where I’m living. Maybe I just have to make moves to find my true calling. Who knows? Time will tell. I remember seeing so many different times on the clock, and like I said before, time felt like it was moving in a spiral, like I was re-experiencing times on the clock. I could have sworn I saw 3:33 multiple times. But that night turned into morning, and I had to go off to work.