Posts Tagged ‘dream’

A Dream

February 8, 2018

I had a dream, and then another and another – night after night, month after month, year after year. Years turned to decades and I found myself dreaming, still.

Life changed the dreams from beautiful flights of fancy to tears sometimes. Everything in my waking hours turned to dreams. All memories bound together by darkness and restless eyes.

Dreams turned to acknowledgements, wisdom, wishes and the still hope lay in the path to fly again. I saw the future of the core of humans still aspiring, and of those who lost their way. I saw minds turn to stone and move like robots over the dying planet.

I had a dream. All the youthful errors were brought to light and the heart of my heart shone above all others on the browning planet. He was stable and like a rock. He was true, and I was his child and Spiritual friend. All others dissipated like fog in late morning.

I was old and disabled. I passed by a woman who scowled and resented everything. I told her to try to smile. I told her it would make all easier and love would come to her.

I watched young and robust and healthy young woman pivot and turn, with grace and ease. I cried for the exchange of freedom in movement to truth coming. I knew.

I dreamed of the multilevel domes they called stacks. I could see everything outside from within.
Across the glass bridge, everything was transparent and I ran and skipped across it and back to the dome.

Within the confines, which felt limitless, I found myself turning like the tiny ballerina on the music box, again and again I moved with the music in my mind. I spun around the top level of the dome, never faltering, never less than steady. When I stopped I looked at the sky outside and knew I would fly again soon.

“If I could just remember how”, I thought. “I would gently lift, and with my head tilted towards the sky I would put my arms back beside my body. then back further, with fingers together and hands relaxed, still parallel to my body, but behind it now, I would pick up speed and gentle altitude – between the old buildings, now higher in the sky.
Above the empty cities, turning with arms out to my side, above the mountains, above where the green and blue once joined in gentle landscape.”

I remember once I lifted and rose and left the earth.  I flew over the pasture.  I looked down and I was above the goats and cows, and the small farmhouse.  I could smell the fresh green grass and hear the creek below.  I could feel the breeze.  I don’t remember how I came back to my body, but there I lay, still awake in the bed. I listened to the barking of dogs. There were no drugs, no alcohol, yet I had, while fully awake, tasted freedom –  from a time I was restricted to bed to heal from injuries when I had been hit in my car.  I think it was a gift to still my restless heart and strengthen my faith.

I knew I would someday remember again. I was there already within my mind. I flew over small institution cubes where the workers could be monitored, and the core of the common man now lived. Everything had changed. I could see it was near the time.

I lived my life and learned all of it. I did not choose an easy end. I fulfilled my time with grace and still a soft heart.

I awoke and was glad my dreams had finally left me. For so many years in waking hours my mind lived in both the awake world and the dream world. I could not forget either.
But I was meant to learn my lessons and I was tenacious and hungry still for adventure.

I slept and dreamed. I awoke and the light was brilliant. I had seen so many faces in the walls, and floors. I could not be alone and awake, and daydream for a moment that the faces of multitudes did not appear to me.

I was glad to forsake my day on planet earth. I was glad to give up the freedom and treacheries of my dreams. I was glad to be without form in Spirit alone. I knew I was dead. I was finally “as it should be”; as it will be for all – as it is destined to be.

The sky was blue. The stars were really diamonds shining in rainbows of colors, and I could rest and bounce from cloud to cloud. I saw Spirits that had left me. I knew there were Spirits to come. I saw the Man of Sacrifice and Love, and He was the light, and His father still watched over it all. I knew it had been worth it all and I could not recall the time of pain and suffering.

I felt snuggled in love, embraced with truth. I could fly again. Home at last.

I awoke.

A simple dream

May 24, 2017

Another dream, another night. The first dream was simple and clear. Cooking breakfast, kissing my loved ones good by for the day – knowing we all go our separate way.

In my second dream I was not able to put my foot on the brake while my car was in drive. Forward it went as I struggled to reach the brake. I hadn’t been moving so the thud was small and the jeep was barely hit – but enough to move the other sitting.

“I am not simpatico with the car I drive right now,” I thought…it was a worry. All the bells and whistles. Safety factors I love, but all I want to do is turn the music up loud and drive as fast as I can on a straightaway. Thelma and Louise came to mind.

Before I got in I had tied 3 sets of keys into a large red scarf. A strong gust of wind picked it up, lifting it out of my palm I watched while it became a red kite, flying now almost too high to see. It flew until out of sight and I assumed dropped a few blocks away.

As I stood there I realized, there was nothing I could do! I sat down and thought, “I need to go get busy. I will divert my own attention from this problem and perhaps it will resolve on its own. I will trust God.”

It was a strange dream, as if I were awake and really thinking these things.
The dream was over. I opened my eyes.

Why would I bother to write this down? I have no clue.

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Here it is ten days later than when that dream manifested to paper. I re-read it and one paragraph hit me right between the eyes! I awoke this morning facing a problem that is a conundrum (a confusing and difficult problem to resolve.). I was just mulling over in my brain ANY possible resolve to the problem..thus far, I find none!

Then by chance I saw this in a folder with some writing I am doing, and found my answer! Here is the paragraph:

As I stood there I realized, there was nothing I could do! I sat down and thought, “I need to go get busy. I will divert my own attention from this problem and perhaps it will resolve on its own. I will trust God.”

Conundrum resolved for the time. Got to get up and get busy! CREATE a wonderful day full of moments to cherish!

A strange day takes a Holy turn!

March 16, 2015

I had absolutely NO intention of writing this. NONE at all. I lay down because of the weakness of my back, and I needed to put heat on my back because the pain is overwhelming. I was feeling terrible and thought about the meaning of hope. With all sincerity, I put the laptop on my lap, and the words below just came tumbling out of my head. No forethought, no thought at all of what to write in this post….except to write what is posted below: Verbatim.  I haven’t even re-read what I wrote – 100% honestly!  I will later….
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No wonder we cannot understand why God allows terrible things to happen. It’s all a dream. From a perspective that assumes I have an inkling of really KNOWING all about God, I think I get it.

We are God’s creations, but in order for God to understand the human being, mind, body and soul, He sent His son to see if we are worth all the trouble. Jesus knows a great many of us are, and just needed a teacher to show the Way.

Jesus knows. He understands everything is REAL to us. He knows that pain and torture are real to us. He knows that the suffering of man is almost unbearable – enough to ask God Himself NOT to follow through with the plan. He was also afraid and did not want to face the torture man can inflict upon another. He saw the pain the death of others caused those who truly loved each other.  He saw the questioning of God’s existence when a child was lost…

He had an edge. He could have used his power, as the ONLY begotten Son of God, to perform a miracle and not sacrifice Himself. But He also understood the power of CHOICE that man has within himself.

He chose to take on “the world” and all the “sins of man” to become the ultimate mentor and advocate for God Himself. He died so that when our earthly death comes to take us, we are not lost forever into oblivion. He chose to be our Shepherd and guide. He was and is, the Way, the Truth and the Life.

He took upon Himself, within His mind and body, ALL of our mistakes, and the evil behavior of many of us. He carried the burden to His death….and Resurrection.
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Here is an absolute post script. I didn’t remember this even until I had written the post, and then the preface. It just came to me. One of those epiphany moments. I had gotten out of bed this morning (and I confess – I have been on a spiritual low for a while) – and I got on bended knees next to the bed. That’s no easy trick for me since my back surgeries. I simply asked that the Holy Spirit be activated and fill me.

I feel at peace right now, and I am breathing easier. Sweet!  I also just read the post, and it is exactly what I do believe but more in terms the common man (myself included) can comprehend.  Sometimes the Bible is a tad difficult and confusing.

A Christmas Wish – Please

December 22, 2011

I have written over 500 posts and hopefully I know I do have some regular readers. I have tried to publish informative, true, funny, and important posts. I have answered almost every response, and still correspond with many of you. Today I have a request. It would actually answer a Christmas prayer for me.

My son lives in Morocco with his Moroccan wife, and their beautiful 5 month old baby. He has tried to bring them to the USA, but new laws (don’t know if it is just in Morocco, or everywhere,) that do not allow him to bring his family unless he comes alone for 6 months and works-or he has substantial money. He does not want to miss his child’s life; nor does he want to leave them.

He is earning a living by teaching and he is a fine writer. He has entered a contest which is very important in his life, and all he is asking is 5 seconds for a vote. Though
I do not understand the title – I am sure the book will turn a great tale. He is a kind and decent man and Needs this wish to come true. PLEASE take 5 seconds – such a small amount of time – and give him a vote. You don’t even have to read the first five sample pages. I will guarantee it is not trash and he is worthy of a wish come true. It’s not much to ask…..pretty please! He writes a fabulous travel log, and is working hard for his family (as anyone with love, will do. 🙂

This is is baby. Sophie

She needs daddy to be able to earn money at what he does.

This is how you do it. Go to: http://curiosityquills.com/giveaways-contests/nano-virtuosos-competition/round-two/

You don’t even have to read the five pages…just trust me, it will be good. Vote for
the first five pages of “Douchebags, Fag and Hags” (I KNOW- the title is strange, but he is a good man and I trust his works…) Don’t vote for anyone else as it will cancel his vote. Please respond to my request, and I will continue to respond to any thoughts, questions or needs you have! Pretty pretty please.

http://curiosityquills.com/giveaways-contests/nano-virtuosos-competition/round-two/

THANKS, and have a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS (politically correct or not!). God bless you and all your family.