High-Rise Astral Contact
My mother, Honora Jacobs, made the transition in January 2017, at age 97. Since then, I’ve had several dream encounters with her. Here is the latest.
August 10, 2019. DREAM. Returning home with groceries, I took an elevator up to my high-rise apartment. When the elevator doors opened, Mom was standing there, waiting to go up to the apartment with me. She appeared about forty years old and was happy and cheerful. She was wearing a bright green dress and had just had her golden red hair done in a very fashionable style: shoulder-length, straight, with bangs.
Interpretation: This inner plane contact with my mother shows good signs of her progress in the astral planes. She appears young and happy. Since she never wore her hair that way, as I knew her, the youthful style was all the more remarkable. The bright green dress, highlighting the color of the Fifth Ray, symbolizes the status of her balance and healing.
Ascending the elevator to my high-rise apartment represents our meeting in the higher astral planes. I bring spiritual nourishment (food).
K9 Astral Patrol
My former dog, Cheyenne, made the transition in 2013, at age fourteen and a half. In the past six years I’ve had a number of astral encounters with her. My current dog, Shasta, whom I acquired as a puppy in 2014, has appeared a number of times in my dreams with Cheyenne. In several of those dreams, they have been playing together, having a grand time. Here is the latest K9 frolic.
September 10, 2019. DREAM. At headquarters, I noticed that Cheyenne was in the living room beside the front door, waiting to be let out. I walked over and opened the door and I went out with her. Calling her back over to me, I greeted her affectionately.
Later, I was alone on a street somewhere. Shasta suddenly appeared. Presumably she had been out on an adventure for a while. She came up to me and was excited to see me.
Interpretation: This is the first time since last February 1st that I’ve dreamed of Cheyenne. Shasta has been in my dreams a number of times in recent months, including in that earlier one in February. I have a wonderful bond with both, on both planes!
My dad, Fred Jacobs, made the transition in March 2015, at age 97. I’ve had a number of astral dream contacts with him, also. Here is the latest.
October 17, 2019. DREAM. Dad was piloting a small four-to-six-seater airplane, and I was his passenger, sitting in the copilot’s seat. He landed at an airport, and as I disembarked we exchanged good-byes. We had a very pleasant interaction. Then he took off again, solo, on another transport mission: he was going to pick up someone else and take them to their destination for help.
Interpretation: When I awoke, Dad’s mission reminded me of an Air Medical or other type of transport service. Flying, in this case, represents astral flight. Dad is “piloting” his astral body, on spiritual missions to be of service to people.
The dream symbolism is personal, in that Dad knows I am a pilot and, when incarnated, was proud of my accomplishment. When he and the family visited me here in Tennessee in 2003, we were scheduled to go flying one morning. But the night before, Dad became ill, and we took him to the ER (it turned out to be indigestion). Because of fatigue and lack of sleep that night, I canceled the flight in the morning. Sadly, I never again had an opportunity to take Dad flying, to pilot him for the first time in a four-seater Cessna while he sat as a passenger in the copilot’s seat. We all were disappointed.
But Spirit always has a way to bring fulfillment, even if only via a dream. This time, delightfully symbolized in reverse, Dad is the pilot and I am the passenger. This astral contact is my dad’s gift of flight to me.
Meeting a Childhood Friend
In early October, I found out that one of my dear childhood friends had made the transition, after a challenging illness. I had not seen him in thirty years.
October 28, 2019. DREAM. In a diner in Lufkin, Texas, I saw Sandy [a childhood friend] standing at one end of the counter. I walked up and greeted him warmly and gave him a big hug. “Hi, Sandy, how are you doing? Gee, you’ve been through a hard time lately,” I added with compassion. He appeared to be in his thirties and was well-toned and muscular.
Sandy smiled but said nothing in reply, and then walked to the other end of the counter to chat with some friends. When he got there, suddenly I realized that he actually had made the transition a few weeks ago and now was in the astral planes! I then awoke and knew our dream encounter had been in the astral, on the other side of the veil.
Note: Sandy was one of my closest childhood friends, although I haven’t seen him in perhaps over thirty years. We played a lot of baseball together and went to school together, from elementary through high school, but then lost touch with one another after that. I learned that he had made the transition on September 28th.
Photos: (1) Honora and Fred Jacobs, 1979, Mark-Age Archives. (2) Cheyenne, 2007, Mark-Age Archives. (3) Shasta, 2015, Mark-Age Archives. (4) Phillel the interdimensional pilot, 2001, Mark-Age Archives.