A Whisper in the Hive: The Pope’s Passing and the Dream of Easter Monday

In the early hours of April 21, 2025—Easter Monday—I dreamed something left the world. A hush. A shift. An unspoken goodbye. I didn’t know what it was until I woke up and heard the news: Pope Francis had passed.

At Apiary of Dreams, we honor these subtle echoes. The way consciousness hums with changes before they reach the newswire. Some call it intuition. Some call it spirit. But we know it for what it is: the dreamworld speaking first.

His departure the day after Easter is no accident. Easter Sunday is the climax of light—the resurrection, the return of divine fire. But Easter Monday? That’s the descent. The quiet walk back through the world, touched by the sacred but rooted in the soil. That’s the day the dreaming begins again.

The Pope—loved by many, questioned by some—was a bridge. Between tradition and change. Between wealth and humility. Between the old world and something not yet born. For those of us who work in the realm of symbols, archetypes, and spirit, his passing on Easter Monday is deeply encoded: he waited until after the celebration, after the miracle, to release his breath into the cosmos.

It’s a message to all dreamers.

Pay attention to the space after the peak.

Listen to what dies once the light returns.

And trust that even the most powerful figures move through the same cycles we do: rising, serving, releasing.

May we honor his spirit not with silence, but with attention—to our dreams, to the subtle signs, to the hive-mind that always knows before it’s told.

Sleep deeply. Dream consciously. And walk forward awake dear Pope.