September 10, 2006
Last night, I had a dream of Steve Irwin...
I’ve been extremely sad and confused over the death of Steve Irwin.
There is something remarkable going on with people mourning his death. Why is the loss so deep?
Steve was an extraordinary person…a man who never lost that wide-eyed wonder and innocence of childhood and who carried this over into his love for wildlife. He said it was part of him. Maybe we are feeling the loss of our inner child, the wild and free part of us that Steve didn’t hide. We are a little lost and afraid that our “warrior” is gone, at least from our eyes.
But we can dream and feel he is still here...
In my grief before I went to sleep last night I called upon Steve to come to me in a dream and let us all know he is ok. I felt a little silly…why would Steve Irwin come to me? Do I really believe in this stuff?
I woke up this morning with a sense that I had been with someone very precious. I was in a total fog and couldn’t remember anything about a dream.
As I lay there and just let myself feel that sweetness I began to remember.
I was aware that it was Steve’s job to take care of my land (I do live on 5 acres), in what capacity it wasn't clear in the dream but something didn’t work out and a huge wall of water rushed over the land and I remember thinking that I hoped it didn’t drown the wildlife including my cats.
I saw this huge wall of water building up in front of us and knew it represented something…I waited for it to complete it’s surge as the top of it curled up and over above us. (funny, I didn't know Steve was an avid surfer until after this dream). In the next moment Steve was standing there next to a tree and I knew he felt kind of bad that things didn’t go the way he had planned.
Then I was with him and Terri in a room. I think it was at their house, I felt it was...I can see it in my mind's eye right now as I write this. It didn’t seen like Terri was really with us but she was there. I was sitting next to Steve...he was wearing his khaki shorts
I placed my hand on his leg and knew he was real. I felt happy that he was here. He seemed somewhat apprehensive as to who I was and what I was doing there. I felt my husband and I should leave and let Steve and Terri be alone together.
In the next moment we were up in Steve’s ‘light’ plane with him at the controls. My husband and I were in the back. It was an open plane and I could feel the wind on my face and blowing in my hair. There was no sound of an engine…it was very quiet and peaceful and it seemed that it was dusk with iridescent orange hues reflecting off the water and the mountains going by to our sides. The feeling was beautiful.
I told Steve that my Dad was a pilot too but that his plane sounded louder maybe because it was bigger (real). Steve smiled.
The trip was so short as we landed in the water without a sound, without a bump…very smooth and perfect. I remarked that I was surprised that his landing was so quick and with such ease. Steve too seemed a little surprised and said, “I was scared.” I felt very tender towards him and woke up.
I felt compelled that whole day to talk to Steve, periodically telling him what had happened to him and that it was ok. I told him that Terri and the kids, all of us were very sad but that we’d be ok. I said it was alright for him to go on.
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who know's what it means....it just made me feel better in a way...