My bones knew this was real - the angel stories people were sharing were true
Reflection 1: Sea of Miracles
If you’re just dropping in . . .
This post is part of a series of reflections on Sea of Miracles, the book that I wrote 15 years ago when I was the editor of “My Guardian Angel” in Woman’s World magazine.
Basically, I’m re-reading it (with you) and reflecting, one chapter at a time.
You can find all related posts here.
In this one, we begin with the dream that opens the book.
You can read the dream here, in Chapter One.
The Dream of Falling—A Story of Trust
At some point, everyone has some version of this dream. Falling through space, out of control, the earth looming below—a crash inevitable.
When I had this dream, I was in my 20s, recently tossed, without a parachute, into the world of adulting. Life felt overwhelming, uncertain. I had no idea what to expect out of life - even from one day to the next.
Of course, I had this dream!
What strikes me today, years later, is the incredible faith of the dreamer. How, even then, so young, I knew the dream was a message. My bones knew, in a visceral understanding, as I landed on the upturned palm of God, that someone, something was protecting me.
A Dream That Was a Transmission
I placed this dream at the beginning of Sea of Miracles for a reason.
I wanted to show how guidance is always streaming to us—whether or not we recognize it.
At the time, I had no framework for understanding it. No spiritual practice, no teacher to tell me what it meant. But the dream spoke in a language older than words.
It wasn’t just reassurance—it was a transmission.
For the first time, I felt the embodied experience of trust.
A moment of being shown—through dream imagery—an important lesson I would carry into waking life: This is how reality holds us.
Right now, life feels chaotic and surreal. The institutions and stability we’ve depended on are shaking to the root. No matter your politics—whether this feels terrifying or like long-overdue change—the world is shifting beneath our feet.
And so, as I find myself returning to this book - and this dream
- I’m reminded that we are always supported.
We are always held inside something greater.
And that message that I heard as I woke up
—I’ve got you—
that wasn’t just words.
I felt it in my bones.
And this is what I want to emphasize:
My bones knew that it was true
and that this dream was more than just a dream.
It was a turning point.
It opened a door, and behind it,
a new path. I stepped onto it
- but I think I was always, already on it.
It was also a foreshadowing -
of the light that would find me years later
when I opened those first angel stories
at my desk.
It was a signpost,
guiding me toward a life I had not yet imagined.
Through every chapter of my journey
— writing the angel column,
even as I was raising my children, even as I was letting them go; even as I was care-giving my aging parents; even through the discovery of my own intuitive gifts
and the gradual realization that those gifts could help others —
this dream was inside of me . . .
working its magic.
And so was its message:
I’ve got you.
Through the surrender it required to write Sea of Miracles:
I’ve got you.
And later, as I stood inside of the truth of what I had written,
and realized: I am going to be that crazy angel lady now. . .
As I named myself Soul Caller -
it was there: I’ve got you.
Funny, I am only realizing this right now:
that name, that willingness was, at the heart of it,
my way of acknowledging the angels.
Of saying, Okay, let’s do this.
I’ve got you, too.
It was always guidance. Always invitation into relationship, into partnership.
A message that was also a remembering.
A realization that was also a return to love.
That message is still speaking.
To me and through me.
It is also speaking to you.
In the days ahead, we’ll talk about that - about the many ways of guidance.
The specific and the personal ways the angels touch your life.
Next up: This is Real—The Recognition That Changed Everything
I've never dreamed I was falling. Flying, yes. Dreams fascinate me.
Sometimes it feels like dreaming is the "real" world. Thanks for sharing this.