Dreamer, nothing but a dreamer
Thru the dream, state many levels are experienced as
we travel the neuro interstates of our consciousness. Dreams can be
clairvoyant, as well as states of learning from the uniqueness of awareness
minus any inhibitions we carry in what is considered our daily “awake” state of
giving way to doubt and discard of what may have been presented.
For me, also the quantum dreams, dreams, which take
you into other parallels of thought and living, which are not known to exist in
a more conscious state during waking hours. Dreams, which what is known about
those you meet does not become a conscious thought until awakening from the
dream.
During one dream, I came across my Dad who left this
world 33 years ago. He was working in a store as I saw him step out the back
door unto a small porch. Looking at him, after multiple attempts to get his
attention I said “Dad! Don’t you know who I am?” After glancing my direction
for a short time, he just responded, “Sorry, not I don’t” and went on with his
work.
Another time, years after the death of my brother
Lyle I had a dream where he was aware of who I was, though in the dream he now
had four young children he was watching over as if fostering. One, a bi-racial
infant with thick brown hair who only looked to be months old. His comment on
the infant was only “they say he will never grow old.” In addition, in the
dream my brother was slim and athletic, though slim in life he was not the
athletic type. Though in life, he always carried not only the affinity for
loving children, many when he was at a younger age were children with multiple
developmental problems that needed special people in their lives. In this world
of his existence, all, which he hoped to be and achieve, were already present.
Another series of dreams I had in the year prior to
the death of my mother, I spent time in a two level old brown house by a lake
with my father. Time after time, we would talk about living, dying, and seeing the
sense in what had not made sense in life. On the final night spent in the old
house with my Dad, I asked before leaving “Dad, why are you here and who are
you waiting for?” His only answer, your mother-she will be here soon.” I wished
him well and told him I loved him, expecting to return to speak with him. Weeks
later, my mother who for all which was known to be healthy, left this world.
Dreams take our quiet mind to places not likely to
be possible in the chaotic energy of everyday life, thru the stillness we are
provided with knowledge, information and times a glimpse into the future of our
truth as known or the truth of stepping across the quantum gates for a time
into another space which may be known or unknown. Yet, as a traveler, we can
choose to either participate in understanding or awaken to oblivion of the
awakened conscious mind dream we know participate in as life.
Look, listen and be aware to understanding in the
dream state. Though not all dreams are pretty memories, each holds a value unique
to you. Where you go, those you meet and words exchanged, whether remembered or
forgotten upon awakening are now part of your conscious and unconscious mind.
If forgotten, yet continually triggered by events in your daily life. Maybe as
small as meeting someone and thinking, “haven’t I met you somewhere?” to
understanding a situation you might not have any recall as to how the answer is
now a part of you. You are not just sleeping; you are awake in the dream state.
Greet, meet, love, and be the dreamer you were meant to be.
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