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When I went sleep I asked to see what my spiritual purpose is.
It was a busy dream jumping from one thing to another in rapid succession.
As best as I can remember.
It opened with a written Bible verse on a page, it is shown, but as I start to read it, it fades away, but I am left with the idea that, “God will only punish you with things that will bring changes in behaviors.”
The next fuzzy image is being in a room with some other people talking about fishing, but in the contexts of “fishers of men.”
The next stop included a granddaughter who “got me a diploma,” but I don’t recall the image.
Next, I am calling where I work because I forgot to call in sick and I am afraid it will get me fired. As I talk to them, I am relieved and I know that they will work with me.
Next; I am in a common scene of my dreams; I am in a factory working. The factory is in total disarray. There are boxes literally flying everywhere in front of me in a blur as if they were propelled by an invisible conveyor line. I am looking to the south watching all the clamor and I am greatly concerned.
Then a person I used to work with is beside me and he says emphatically, “They are turning it into a paint factory, don’t you feel it?”
End of dream.
For a part of my younger life, fourth grade on, I was raised in a very strict Christian group that were literalists. I am not sure if that is the correct word, but they took the written word of the Bible to be completely literal. To them the Earth is around 7000 years old, each day of creation was a twenty-four hour increment of time, carbon dating is a trick of the Devil and everything is quite black and white. There is no wiggle room and shades of gray are the first step to having your soul eternally stolen.
One of the last church services I chose to attend as an adult was on how we would all have to be careful that on the way home so the devil didn’t jump out of the bushes and get us. My heart knew better than that, God is not so small that we that we need to live in fear.
At the same time the fear that I was taught can be a difficult to free yourself from. Absolute truth is hard to argue against.
This dream to me was a picture of my progress. Each event I remember triggered a process of thoughts as I tried to see a connection and decipher its message.
The Bible verse fading as I read it.
I no longer willingly believe in a punishing God. I do believe that if we believe in a punishing God we will attract and create circumstances that are self punishing.
I believe that The Creator Of All is love. It, for lack of a better word, is Everything Thing There Is, it is a Consciousness of energy and there is not anything that is not an expression of that Consciousness.
“Fisher of men.”
I attended a seminary school they founded for two semesters to become a pastor. Some of the questions I asked didn’t go well with their theology and I think they were as glad to see me go as I was to leave.
In spite of some very low times in my life, I have never lost my desire of wanting to be of some spiritual use. “A fisher of men.”
“She got you a diploma.”
This one stumped me for a bit.
I am trained in facilitating Past Life Regressions, but I have been reluctant to finishing the necessary practice sessions to get it going. One of the biggest hindering factors of my transition of beliefs has been the old fears from my youth. What if God doesn’t like it. Past lives was not an acceptable belief from my youth. The devil may have leapt from the bushes.
The granddaughter from the dream was going to have a past life regressions with the lady that facilitated mine. She got busy with school and didn’t have it. She was the first one of my family other than my wife who knew I was trained. My sister knows I experienced one.
“Called in sick.”
I have put off finishing my practice sessions for so long it is like I forgot to call in sick and the Creator of All that I have come to love might give up on me, but we had a talk on the phone and it will be OK.
The factory has always been my symbol for my spiritual earthly work.
What a mess, everything in a tremendous upheaval, change is happening fast.
The man beside me from where I used to work is a Christian who is a literalists of a different denomination. He believes the Earth is 7000 years old. He has shown up in my dreams whenever my old religious beliefs as surfacing. Most of the time he is blocking a road, or scowling at me. In reality I greatly respect his tenacity and loyalty, he is true blue.
In this dream he is celebrating the change that is taking place. He is telling me to get excited “can’t you feel it?”
My greatest dream skeptic is telling me to wake up. The one who has always represented the basis of my greatest spiritual teaching and fears.
If he thinks it is OK that says a lot.
My life is turning into a paint factory.
Five gallon buckets of creativity flying off the shelves, a invisible conveyor line pumping out the paint. When I looked up paint it said it stood for creativity.
Pretty amazing dream I think, even better in that my request was a dream to see my purpose.
Dreams are a gift from beyond the beyond. We are loved beyond measure.