Relational Devotion #30 [the dream, part 2]

Hi, Everyone.
Even though today's devotional is a bit longer than yesterday's, I knew I risked life and limb if I chose to include part today and the rest tomorrow, so I decided to finish my dream. :)
If you haven't read Relational Devotions #28 and #29, it's important that you do so, before reading today's, or it won't make sense. In fact, even if you have read them, consider reading them again, so you have it fresh in your memory. As always, you can easily find the previous devotions on my profile blog as well as on the Christianity forum (see link in my signature line).
Tomorrow, we'll look at John 20:15-16, and I will tie it in with weight loss.

Relational Devotion #30 [the dream, part 2]

Please make sure you read Relational Devotions #28 and 29, before reading this devotion. They can be easily found on my profile blog or on the Christianity forum (see link in my signature line, below quote).

     The sound of the Evil One came closer and closer, his voice more like guttural and animal than verbal and human. I kept my eyes on the cave entrance, fearing that surely he would see the angelic light that filled the cave and, no doubt, spilled out the entrance to the moon-tinged darkness.
     Amazingly enough, though, Satan passed by. My mind was a question mar****il a verse of scripture passed through it:  "[He] loves darkness rather than light, for [his] deeds are evil." Between that and the protection of the living Ark of the Covenant, our cave and its occupants were unseen to the Evil One and safe.
     I let out my breath, long and full, and realized that I had been holding it for too long, and that, coupled with release of the fear that I'd felt, left me nearly faint with relief. As I often do, after moments of fear, I was tempted to chastise myself for my lack of faith. After all, I knew how this story ended. Why would I think it might play out differently, even in a dream. Of course, Jesus' body would be safe. Of course, He would rise again.
     The second after thinking the words "rise again," I noticed that the sun was making its first peek at morning, and I looked over at the living Ark of the Covenant, just in time to see an explosion of light. It was beyond bright, comparable only to the flash of light of an atomic bomb. The force of that light caused the two angels, in one fluid, synchronized motion, to lift up and back to a standing position, and then...they were gone.
     I closed my eyes, to give them time to adjust once more to the darkness of the cave. For the first time, since the beginning of this dream, I walked the few steps to where Jesus' body had lain, but it was gone. In its place were the burial cloth, crumpled, and the handkerchief that had covered His face, neatly folded.
     A sound of deepest grief alerted me that I was no longer alone. I turned, and there, just before the entrance to the cave, knelt a most beautiful woman, her dark, wavy hair spilling from underneath her head covering of deepest blue, down over her shoulders and onto arms and matching gown. While her hands covered her face, in horror, her weeping coming up from her very soul, I knew that the woman before me was Mary Magdalene.
     Once again, angelic, gold-flecked light filled the cave, and there, before me, were the same commanding angels, each sitting on a square-shaped boulder, one at the head of where Jesus' body had been and one at the feet. They were looking at Mary, with eyes of compassion and understanding. 
     The angels, sitting at where Jesus' head and feet had been, began to speak. They spoke human words, in unison, yet their voices far surpassed that of a human, deep and strong, yet soft. The softness, I realized, was due to the way their voices flowed forth from them, like the sound of water. Words fail me, in description, and it frustrates me.
     "Woman, why weepest thou?"
     "Because they have taken away my Lord, and I know not where they have laid Him."
     My eyes darted from the speaking angels to the responding Mary and back again to the angels, in anticipation of further conversation. That's when I saw the gaze of the angels move, in one fluid, synchronized motion, from Mary's face, over and up a bit, their look of compassion and understanding changing to love and awe.
     The shifting gaze of the two angels is what caused Mary Magdalene to turn around, to see the man she thinks is the gardener. It made perfect sense to me. Whenever and wherever Jesus is present, the angels' gaze is solely toward Him. Yes, it made perfect sense now.
     And then it hit me...if I could bend down ever so slightly, I'd be able to see the risen Lord! Doing so, I gazed upon sandaled feet, edge of white robe, and tassled prayer shawl. Worship and anticipation began to well up within me, and as I let out an "Oh," I woke up.
     I woke up, feeling drained, my legs aching as if I had, indeed, been standing for hours, my eyes strained as if I had, indeed, been watching intently as the most amazing events of a miraculous dream had unfolded before me, and my heart so full of worship for The One who had loved me enough to answer my burning question as to why Mary turned around. Mary thought He was the gardener, but I knew I had gazed upon the sandaled feet of my Risen Lord.

Blessings,
Mary

This is so beautiful Mary! Thank You so very much for taking the time to share it with us all. God Bless You Always, Robin

Thanks so much, my Friend. Have a blessed day. :)

Well that indeed was worth the wait. What a truely amazing and awesome dream. It makes so much sense that of course the angels would have been looking at Him!

Thanks. It does make sense. Words just don't do justice to the moment, though, and that has frustrated me ever since I had this dream, about 3 years ago. I've had 3 dreams, only, in my adult life, at least as far as I know and recall. This was one, and the other 2 were more "prophetic." Maybe one day I'll have opportunity to share those. Anyway, thanks for reading and replying. :)
Blessings,
Mary