In a dream...
I’m standing to the
left of a splendidly tall, ancient wooden wall filled with intricate deeply-carved Sanskrit letters. These letters fill lines
and lines of the entire structure. I can’t read what the ancient writing says, but I’m compelled to understand
its meaning.
I move closer and run my fingers across the carved Sanskrit.
Behind the great wall is a deep valley of green forest expanding as far as I can see. The forest is silent and motionless
yet stunningly grand. It feels untouched by time and human existence.
“What do
the carvings mean?” I ask out loud into the vast emptiness.
From behind me a voice says softly, “When we
take the human incarnation, we’re meant to move forward toward the light, to the soul, and not to dawdle or get distracted.”
“How?” I ask.
I turn around to see a deep, endless tunnel
opening right in front of me. The tunnel appears to be vast and limitless. From behind me a cat comes bounding out of nowhere
and into the vast tunnel. At first, it runs forward powerfully and with purpose. Then, it slows down and stops and begins
licking itself – sitting in the middle of the tunnel. It sees something small on the ground and knocks it around. The
once powerful cat now seems confused and directionless, not moving towards the end of the tunnel – focused only on the
details.
I wake up.
Am I like the cat, I wonder? Am I dawdling, getting
distracted, focused on the details, and licking myself when I should be moving forward? I vow to hone my work more powerfully
to show clients that their life stories are only the outer expressions of their soul’s intended journey – to use
their gifts and pain to make the world a better place.
This is my true work –
to share this knowledge of the soul’s intention with others. It always has been - even though I buried my gift for many
years trying to fit into conventional ways of making a living, trying to be accepted by others. (The cat licking itself in
the tunnel….)
Yet I’ve always had this great gift, the missing filter,
the dreams that take me directly to other realms for knowledge that I’m blessed to remember when I awake.
For more than 50 years, my logical, linear, left hemisphere battled for dominance over this intuitive,
all-knowing, wise right hemisphere that longed to meditate and dream – marinating in the knowledge of the other realms.
Now they’ve made peace with each other, and as the right hemisphere slowly takes dominance, I am allowed to see more
and more of this information – being trusted to share it accurately with my clients.
What’s your story? Who are you really? Who is hiding inside of you? It’s time for all of us to come out
of the closet and own up to who we really are. We’re needed now to be our true, wise, intuitive selves as we guide humanity
through this pivotal point in our evolution.
I can’t tell dreams from
true ... I’m staring at a lake, a pool of vast deep water, still and glistening. Is this a dream or not? I’m under
the water, swimming in a stream that is effortless, at home like a place I’ve always known. I never want to leave this
water. There are levels of it, like tiers that I swim up and up to get to the top of the endless pool.
At the top, I emerge from the water feeling completely at peace and refreshed, and someone is standing there to meet
me. He tells me sweetly that I can’t be here yet, that I have more work to do. I argue with him. I’m crying when
he taps me on the shoulder, and I wake up. All day I can’t shake the memory of the pools. I feel the joy of the water
rushing over me. I smell it, hear it, taste it. Can I go there tonight in my sleep or is an invitation required?
