Dream On: Chapter 7 Immortal Children

Why so many dreams about children? Two children, a boy and a girl, was it symbolic, was it literal? How was I to know anything? As my life has played out, I have been actively involved in many children’s lives helping them to navigate negativity, danger, and become closer to their best selves. Maybe THIS was my message? I wasn’t sure.

I walked over to where choir practice would be held. In the same compound as the music building was the Creator’s Workshop. Inside that huge workshop I could hear a lot of cool musical sounds interrupted with intermittent crashing sounds and laughter.

I still had a few minutes so I peeked in. There I saw two of my grandsons, Emmet and Taran. On a nearby whiteboard was a design of a contraption. In front of the whiteboard was a partially finished model of the contraption. It was Emmet's brainchild. He loved to design “inventions” and then build them with Uncle Ephraim’s help. This was an instrument for his younger brother to get inside and play as he jumped around! There were mallets dangling from wooden ribs, metal chimes and harp strings strung tight between the beams of the wooden frame. Ephraim had been teaching Emmet how to weld and now Taran was testing different parts of the invention and giving input.

“This area is too wide! I can’t reach here with my hand and there with my foot at the same time” Taran observed.

“BUT you are still growing and you’ll want to be able to use this when you’re a teenager even more than now when you’re six!”

“Oh yah, you’re probably right” Taran agreed with wonder…pausing to ponder how wonderful it would be to be taller and stronger than he was right now and knowing that it was going to happen without a doubt.

Suddenly the glee of it overwhelmed him and he kicked a pedal hard causing a chain reaction of modulating chords while his hands rhythmically danced with the mallets across the vibrating metal bars above his head.

Emmet LAUGHED and shouted, “SOOO cool!!! Do that again”

I started dancing and whirling my old body to the crazy tune, the boys turned and cheered, “GRANDMA HEATHER!!!” and scampered to hug me and drag me over to see how the contraption was progressing.

I heard footsteps and turned around and saw Autumn coming in with a basket of beets, onions, carrots and potatoes, freshly harvested from the community garden she governed for our neighborhood. Now it was my turn to cheer and hug! She laughed as I squeezed her tight. The boys dove back into the contraption shouting, “mom, mom! Look at this…listen…are you listening?”

She watched the boys perform with eyes fixed upon them while she talked to me, “Hey mom, I was introducing the children you brought back to the garden and I heard them talking about their parents. It appears their parents are stuck on the other side of the veil.

I turned to look at her. “Did they have any other information?”

“Yes, You need to go meet with them right away. They’re waiting for you in the library.”

“Wait, are they immortal children? Resurrected already?” I said as my eyes also looked at the boys’ antics and nodded smiling.

“Yes, and they want their parents to come join them.” Autumn smiled. Knowing I would know what to do.

I waffled about choir for a moment then decided, “Can you cover choir practice for me?”

“Sure” she smiled, still staring at the boys so they would know she was paying attention to them.

“Good bye boys!” I shouted. “You are SO awesome!!!”

Turning to Autumn I whispered, “Call Ben to come accompany you for the choir. I am very sure he’s back from his mission. You’re awesome too!” I kissed her on the cheek and jumped on my bike speeding home to get my laptop.