The Boy Who Died and Came Back Book Review

Adventures of a Dream Archaeologist in the Multiverse
By Robert Moss

Ever since I was little, I knew there was something important about dreams. And even when I was a teenager, and I started keeping a regular dream journal, I didn’t know why, I just knew I needed to record these journeys.

So I’ve believed that dreams are an important part of our journey for as long as I can remember. But I’ve still had moments where I’ve looked back over my life, and felt like I’d missed something; something important.

“I remembered that, however far we fall from our way, we are always in the presence of higher powers that seek to recall us to our brighter and greater selves.” From the book, page 103.

I have loved the work of Robert Moss for many years, ever since I first read Conscious Dreaming, and I’ve made it a point to keep track of his newest works, and read them too. But when The Boy Who Died and Came Back, was released, I wasn’t sure what to think, as it looked like more of an autobiography than a book on dreamwork.

I have never been so surprised and delighted by a book, ever, in my life. And I’ve read so many books, it’s ridiculous!

The Boy Who Died and Came Back, is about Robert’s life as a Dream Shaman, and it started in childhood, with two different near death experiences.

I think one of the most powerful parts of this book, for me, was reading about the visions and dream experiences of his youth; this caused me to think back over my own childhood dream experiences, and visions. As I look back, I realize that though I felt alone, I was never alone, or unsupported; Spirit was always there, reaching for me, and keeping me going!

I think there are probably many of us who felt abandoned in our childhood, and to hear Robert’s stories is a wonderful affirmation for us that our visions were truly more than just the imaginings of a child.

“The Aborigines say that the big stories are hunting the right people to tell them.” From the book, page 40.

This book is about journeying to the stars, meeting the ancestors, dancing with bears, hearing the lullaby of the planet, time travel and inter-dimensional voyaging, spirit wolves, stallions of light and energy, pilots, priestesses, synchronicity, and meeting our future self, higher self, and the self that knows.

When I started reading this book, my first inclination was actually to feel terribly sad. I felt like I was reading about what my life should have been. And for some odd reason, I couldn’t stop thinking about my grandfather, who had died when I was three years old!

Then, as I started reading Chapter 11, The Heart of the Bear, I felt my heart open. Robert found himself in London, during the time of Queen Anne. He was experiencing life as a Mohawk who is called to free a brown bear from a life of pain and torment. In this encounter, he addresses the bear as Grandfather. At this point, I burst into tears, and feel the overwhelming presence of my own grandfather.

I like to live my life by the motto that if it’s been done, it can be done. Robert’s experiences show me that it has been done, which means it can be done. The Big Stories are there, but we have to recognize them. If we write off the Big Story as just an imagining, we don’t gain the benefit from it. What Robert showed me was that he made the choice to NOT write off the Big Stories, but rather accept them and embrace them. We tell stories about our lives all the time anyway, right? So I looked back over my life, and saw the Big Story hunting me all this time. So I simply told the truth of that Big Story, and found a brighter version of me.

Our life is brighter because of the stories we tell; when we honor our ancestors, dreams, visions, imaginings, even when we can’t explain them, we make room for the Big Story to express through us as our life!

“Plato taught that essential knowledge comes from ‘remembering’ the forms of the divine that were known to the soul before it came into the body.” From the book, page 41.

The lovely gift I received through reading this book was remembering what I knew already; we are only ever a poet, or visionary, when we can see how Life rhymes. Life is infinitely interesting when we open ourselves up to the spiritual support that seeks to guide us back toward the brightest version of ourselves, so we can discover that life is, and always has been, poetry.

I purchased this book from a local book seller, with my own funds.