Dreams, Gifts of Guidance

Morning Meds; 7 13 19

For some reason, when I dream anymore there is always a door, an opening, some type of access point that I can go to and through when I meditate.

Every time I do I get help or information.

They are like mini shamanic journeys, great fun most of the time.

The opening on one of the best journeys I ever had was under a pile of old debris and dirty carpeting I saw in a dream.

It represented some things I knew I needed to clean out of my life.

It was on the floor blocking an isle (my path) in the dream.

When I removed them by meditative visualization there was a tunnel, which I explored.

I not sure if they are truly different dimensions, but it works for me.

I have a growing list of dream places to visit when I get the time.

Ah, if it wasn’t for having to work.

I’m sharing all this for at least two reasons.

1. Maybe everyone has entry points in their dreams, but never thought to look.

2. It is no wonder people are afraid of the idea of opening different dimensions, every show I watch where one is opened, all hell breaks loose.

In my experience every time I open one, some piece of hell in my life is removed.

Ask, seek, knock, our higher power can’t wait to shower us with love, guidance and help.

Dreams are a gift of guidance.

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Author: Kevin Burleson

My wife Cheryl and I live in St. Joseph, Missouri. She is retired and watches three of our 12 grandchildren and 1 greatgrandchild. I work as a maintenance man at Highland Community College in Highland, Kansas. I have a BA in Art with an emphasis in ceramics. I am a second degree Reiki practitioner and BQH (Beyond Quantum Healing) practitioner. I started writing spiritual related posts in 2018 and started sharing them on a few different Facebook sites. This site is to consolidate and re-share them. It is also to share short stories based on images seen while in meditation. My hopes are that it will inspire others to use the powerful tool of visualisation to enhance their spiritual journey. Thank you.

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