This archetype was described as Carl Jung as a person with great judgment and wisdom. The wise old man is sometimes referred to as the Sage. This archetype is characterized by being old, bearded, father-figure type who uses his great personal knowledge of the world and offer guidance through stories and may impress upon his [...]
A year ago, I lost my mother to cancer. That was the darkest, confusing time of my life, since I fought right alongside with her during her year and a half ordeal and I was there when she finally gave up. I was not ready to give her up, not yet but I have to, the cancer ate her whole body right from the brain down to her ovaries. She was more ready than I was so I let her go.
I wasn’t given the time to mourn. Being her eldest, all responsibilities fell unto me so I have to be strong. There were times I cried myself to sleep for her and in my dreams, she’s there, waiting for me. There in my dreams, she would talk to me for hours and hours, until the sun comes up and I have to wake up. About 5 months later after that, I lost my job, and had a bitter spat with my father. All throughout those times, all I have to do is sleep and I will meet my mother in my dreams, comforting me and telling me how much she loves me.
Thinking back, it is as if I never lost her at all. She’s still there for me, whether I need her or not, just like the old times and this made me fight all the nasty waves that hit me. And yes, I did whisper something to her ear right after her heart monitor went straight, I told her to never, ever leave me.
Author: Gie Santos
Tags: Dream Diary
