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The Man Who Dreamed


There was once a man who was on a quest to know more about himself and his place in the universe. As part of his journey, he asked God to show him four things. He asked to see himself as he truly was, and to see an angel, God and the devil as they truly were. He wanted to know if everything he knew about life was real. What was man made? What stories he heard growing up were real? He asked to see these things in a way that made sense to him, and he asked in the only way he knew how. He prayed. He asked that he could see, hear and understand all that he was meant to see, hear and understand, no more and no less.

Over several years, this man’s prayers were answered. One day while meditating, the man asked if he could see an angel as it truly was. He asked that he be shown an angel, not as he had been taught as a child and later believed as an adult, but as it truly was. As he lay there in a dark room without any lights praying/meditating, the room began to fill with light. It was a blue light. It didn’t seem to emanate from any one place. Instead, the light filled the room. It took no form, no shape. What stood out more than the light itself was the feeling that came with it. It was a feeling of peace and of love. As the light became brighter and the room was illuminated, the feelings of love and acceptance were intensified. But just as the light came, it slowly dimmed. The room became dark again.

Years later the man would pray again. He asked this time that he could see himself. He wanted to know himself as he truly was, and not as the physical form, which he knew this life to be. Again he prayed before he slept. Later that night he dreamed of himself in a cabin. At first this cabin was empty. Slowly it filled, first with a table, then a chair. The smell of coffee filled the room. A book then appeared on the table. The sound of birds could suddenly be heard outside. As the man stared out of the cabin, he could see the trees that surrounded him, and feel the warmth of the sun in the sky. As the man began to feel all the things that he saw, he woke. As the man woke, he questioned how what he saw was him. He did not recognize the book, or the table, or the cabin. He did not know of this place, or recognize the song the birds were singing. As the man questioned more, he began to realize, each piece of the dream was him. It was all him. Everything inside and outside of the cabin was him. The memory and feeling of all that he saw was him. The peace of the moment, and the frustration of trying to understand was all him.
Feeling as though he understood himself more, the man asked God that He show Himself as He truly was. He did not know what he would see, or whether he would be too frightened or not prepared to understand. He asked anyway. As the man lay there praying before bed, his vision disappeared. Everything became black. The ambient light of the room seemed to disappear. He could see nothing. He could hear nothing. It was as if everything around him had disappeared. As the man stared into nothingness, he saw a green light. It was in the distance. The man was baffled. He did not know if he was staring from inside a tunnel or staring into a light. As the man questioned, his sight and hearing returned.

The man was no closer to understanding. It did not deter him. Years later, the man would recall his dream about the cabin. He decided to ask God again if he could be shown his true self. He wanted to know what would happen when he would hopefully one day grow old and die. What would become of his soul, or his spirit? As the man sat there with his family, his sight began to fade. His hearing started to disappear. He could see nothing. He could hear nothing. Just as his surroundings began to fade, he saw a white light. It was not a single point. Instead it enveloped him. As he began to recognize this light, he no longer identified as “I”. His memories were there, but it was as if they were external to him. They existed, but not as a part of him. Fearing he would be lost, the man called himself back. Slowly he could see again, and slowly he could hear again.

Scared, but undeterred, and again in prayer, the man decided to ask God about the devil. He wondered again about the things he learned as a child. Later that night he dreamed. In his dream he saw the devil. He looked like a normal man. He did not have any horns or look like a monster. He looked like a normal man. As the man saw the devil, a white light shown upon the devil as he stood in a doorway. The devil could not move. It was as if the light has frozen him in his place. The man then asked the devil, “Why are you the way you are?” The devil responded, “I have forgotten. I forgot the love that created me.” In that moment, the man felt sorry for the devil. He realized that the devil was no different than him.

The man woke. In recalling his dream of the devil, he realized that he too had forgotten love. He realized that throughout time, the devil has been blamed for all the misdeeds of man. In seeing the devil he knew the error of his ways. In asking God to show him his true self, and to show him an angel, God and the devil as they truly were, he was asking the same thing.

Love is always there. It is everything and emanates from everything. When we forget, we become nothing. When we seek to separate ourselves, we again become nothing.

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Premonitions


premonitionWhat you see is not for your gain. What you see is not for self-recognition. It is not about being right or being proven right. It is not about confirmations or denials. It is not about being seen or being known. Have compassion for the lives of those whom you see. Have understanding for the choices made and those denied. Be a comforting voice and a helping hand.

Have gratitude for the life so close, but not always so clear. Clarity does not come through sight of one’s eyes or spirit, but through heart. Whether a waking vision, or a dream, focus and understanding comes from an open heart, and not through the altered lens of one’s detractors.

See past the murky water. See past the swirled colors. See past images of past and future. See past what others would have for you, and look no more.

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Prophecy


flood prophecyThe idea of prophecy has captured the minds of many over the ages. From religious and ancient texts to self-proclaimed psychics and seers to seemingly miraculous personal experiences, men and women from cultures around the world have contemplated its purpose and power. From seeing, whether in the waking state or sleeping state, to feeling, physically and or emotionally, the experience and idea of prophecy has left many to question their faith, the workings of the universe and sometimes one’s very own sanity.

For many people, the future is thought to be unknowable, but bound by something we call “time.” Just out of view it serves as inspiration, and hope for something better. It serves as motivation for improving one’s current state of existence. For others, the future is thought to be knowable, but only in dribs and drabs. Sometimes dreamlike, it entices the seer. What could be the reason for having a glimpse into the future? Is it really the future that is being seen, or has all of this happened before?

Regardless of whether what is seen serves as a warning or a fanciful “what if” moment, the experience often serves as a reminder of the mysteries that surround us. When one sees what they perceive as the future, are they an observer, or do they remain an active participant in their own lives? The idea of free will comes into question and suddenly one is thrust into contemplating a future and life that has already been predetermined. If life and existence itself were predetermined, is the value of life suddenly cheapened? Is birth, death and all that comes in between simply a formality?

Perhaps the question of predetermination and free-will are more a matter of perception than practicality. For many the idea of a predetermined life is slavery draped in different clothes. For others it is the acceptance of choices made long ago, but also made in this very moment. What if every choice, and every choice resulting from that choice, and so on, for all possible choices of every creation, existed all at once? What if like the threads of a blanket, by pulling and manipulating one thread, each thread of that blanket were affected? And so in being able to understand one choice, one has the ability to understand all other choices affected by that single choice and all other choices before it.

In that breathe, perhaps the past, present and future are all the same, existing simultaneously, although for many, experienced one at a time. Like a series of dominoes in every which direction that fall and reset themselves, the past, present and future are continuously unfolding. From the view of the domino it only knows itself, and what comes immediately before and after it. When seen together, one path is realized, and sometimes more than one path is realized at a given time. Which is the present? Which is the past? Which is the future? Does it matter?

When our choices are realized, maybe it is not the order in which they are seen that matters, but rather what is learned or understood in that moment. Like an intricate dance, all of existence is being expressed, and what we choose to see is up to us. Suddenly the power of prophecy lay not in the future, but in understanding the eternal now.

 

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Perception


Not every dream is a vision;
Not every vision is a dream;
Not every dream is a message;
Not every message is from spirit;
Not every spirit is a guide;
Not every guide is what they seem;
and yet some speak in absolutes.

What is written has been changed;
What is spoken has been distorted;
What is seen has been covered;
What is felt has been destroyed;
What is taught has been convoluted;
and yet some speak in absolutes.

Not every memory is the past;
Not every memory is the future;
Not every memory is our own;
and yet some speak in absolutes.

Not everything is what it seems
and yet some speak in absolutes.

   

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