Category: faith

Dream, A Visit from Shiva?

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Dream…


I am a teenager in a large open house with a few other people and I am gleefully ripped on acid.

(It has been a long time ago, but some memories linger)

There is not a lot going on in the dream. I am just wandering around feeling wonderful.

I think to myself, “God, I love this stuff!”

I ran into a dream friend of mine that usually appears as a black giant. I am startled to see him. I confirm a healing he brought to me a long time back. We exchange a few words.

I look out the south front door and there are a small group of young people sitting on the grass watching others act out scripts. It is reminiscent of the school the movie Billy Jack was centered around. (1971)

Some people I didn’t know entered from the southwest and I thought I had woken from the dream.

I lay on my back looking towards the wall of the bedroom and I see some images start to form. They were faces changing their features and then they turned into a cross between a stag deer and a dragon.

It shifted again and became a huge cream-white bull. Its head must have been at least six feet long and its horns extended wider than the bedroom walls.

A white patch appeared on his forehead where a third eye would be and started to glow. The whole bedroom was lit up like daylight.

When the image faded I got up to go to the restroom and the room was still light, when I came back the room was pitch black as a room should be at 11:23 at night.

I am not sure when I was actually awake…

This is the second dream where I wasn’t sure if I was awake or asleep and there was a presence in the room.

I think the acid trip was the easiest way to show an altered state.

The black giant was there to confirm how I was doing with healing.

The bull could represent the Deity Shiva from Hinduism because of the third eye.

It is the best I have felt when I woke up in years.

Gifts from beyond.

New Year Resolution Request

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Help me choose to walk through the corridor between form and its reflection,

to the point of inflection,

to the now before inception,

to the fluctuating caldron of energy from which all things spring.

Let me learn to choose wisely,

to choose kindness over strife,

to choose love despite fear,

to choose the light above the shadows.

Goose Dream

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Short snapshot dream.

Looking out of my hallway window to the south towards a beauty salon.

This view is accurate with where I live.

At the east side of the beauty salon, I first see the silhouette of a full-grown goose. 

It stretched its wings one right after the other.

Then I see a silhouette of a child’s beginners bicycle rolling in front of her. 

End of dream.

When I followed the dream, I first thought about the goose and attempted to fly with it but was interrupted by thoughts of Mother Goose and the Goose that Laid the Golden Egg.

I think that is why there was a child’s bike; a bicycle is also a symbol of traveling on a journey.

When I went with the idea of these children’s tales, I saw myself as an ancient wandering traveler entering a city and strewn along the path were gold coins. I could pick up whatever I needed as I continued.

There wasn’t any sense of urgency to collect them, and it carried the feeling that whatever I needed would be provided.

I recently had a dream where I received three bars of gold about the size of bars of soap from out of a paper towel dispenser.

I interpreted that dream sequence as having to do with writing.

When I looked up what a goose means in a dream one interpretation was, “determination, purposeful movement, and being an able pilot for our life’s journey.”

It also said that when they used quills to write, a goose quill was considered the best.

Thought it was a fun fact because I would like to write some children’s books.

Be Yourself Dream

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I asked for light to flow into my core all night before I went to sleep, this is what I dreamt.

Dream.

I was part of a role-playing group who were performing magic tricks.

Everyone was worried about how well they could perform.

I was thinking that if you are just yourself you will do alright.

When I first entered the hall where they were performing, I passed a booth where a marine biologist was sorting different species of marine life from one tank to another.

He was moving them one at a time from one long shallow rectangular glass tank into another showing me all the diversity there was.

End of dream

The message seems pretty clear, being yourself is always the best choice.

Just like the endless varieties of human beings, there are also many different parts of us within us.

What we have been taught to search for will stand front and center.

Many of us were not taught to search for our beauty, we were taught to hide the parts that made someone else feel uncomfortable.

As we begin to search within, looking for our beauty, we will find that being ourselves doesn’t have to feel like an act of rebellion, it can be a celebration of individuality and diversity instead.

Gift of Imagination

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Why is imagination our greatest spiritual gift?

There is nothing made by man that didn’t pass through our gift of imagination first.

It is our greatest tool of individuality for we create for ourselves based on our experiences.

If we are not satisfied with our creations we can always imagine change.

Fighting our creations creates struggles, to accept our handiwork as our handiwork allows us to alter our works of creativity.

If we want peaceful surroundings we must use peaceful means to create them.

It is always the energy beneath the form that animates it.

Cloud Removal

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Many people believe that to have a pleasant afterlife we need the gift of forgiveness.

To make our time on Earth more pleasant we need to give ourselves the gift of forgiveness.

Not forgiving ourselves creates a world clouded by shame.

This cloud hides all the wonderful traits we possess and creates unnecessary boundaries.

Our core is 100% Source energy.

With the cloud removed, we are free to be our true selves.

Balls of Possibility

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Like a Christmas tree adorned with clear glass balls our future possibilities hang before us.

Every foreseeable and unforeseeable outcome suspended in time, waiting to form.

Each living possibility waiting to expand as it is directed.

Each event or thought birthed by us or those around us affect the contents of all the balls.

They continually adjust to the flurry of change.

Change is brought on by numerous events, but we tend to fixate on the most dramatic,

and fail to see the little changes that proceeded it.

Our future goals can seem to be unreachable.

It seems some dramatic huge event must happen to bring it to fruition.

Start making the little changes and all related possibilities in your possibility balls will change with it.

A steady process of changes in the right direction will allow the dramatic event to expand.

Thoughts are always the predecessor to change, a change in thought will affect more balls than by action alone.

Our Dreams Preserved

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Transactions of commitments written on the clouds of time.

Our spoken words preserving a place for us to return to so we can accomplish our dreams.

We sketch our future with our thoughts, and shade and detail it with our choices, but no matter how we get diverted, the dream remains.

(A quotation from a Unity book)
“You can always begin again.”

Upside-down Funnel

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Searching within is like entering an upside-down funnel.

We begin to realize that what we have access to, is continually expanding.

Worlds within worlds, nesting dolls of possibilities each larger than the one before.

We are so much more that we were taught to believe and so much more than we can imagine.

Much like Alice’s trip down the rabbit’s hole.

Gaia’s Whisper

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The caterpillar tugged at the silken chord that it had spun within its form.

Steadily weaving a blanket of warmth to clothe him as he slept.

Gaia stopped to admire the work.

The caterpillar felt her presence and asked,

“How can I become a butterfly?
I don’t have a clue!

There must be so much to learn if I ever hope to fly and look at me, not a single wing.

I been working oh so hard, but I feel too tired to continue.

I’m sorry that I crawl so slow and that my wings won’t grow, but after a snooze I will get back at it.”


Gaia smiled some warn sun light down and whispered with her wind.

“It’s a natural process, it is not something you do, it will just happen.

You relax and take a little nap.

Soon, after you have rested from your struggles, you will get to stretch your wings and float upon my whisper.”