You have already forged an Energy Body. You move energy with it. Heaven knows how you achieved it. Perhaps it’s your courage, or perhaps you were born with it.
Don Juan and the Power of Medicine Dreaming, by Merilyn Tunneshende
One night, stirring from sleep, I opened my eyes to see two golden feet on my mattress at the foot of my bed. I followed the form; it was a child like me, golden - the colour of yellow chalk. Soon I realized I was standing on the bed. I looked to the angel, did not speak but thought I can’t be standing on my bed. If my mom catches me I’ll get in trouble. She’s probably heard me already. The angel looked down past me. I followed its gaze to see myself sleeping on my side. Returning my attention to the angel, my eyes lit up…I was free.
Uninhibited, I followed the angel through the dark. We flew down the corridor, descending each staircase purposefully. There were three. Excitedly, I flew down past him. When I reached the bottom I stopped to look behind me. The chalk angel stood motionless. He watched me from the top of the staircase which led to the basement. Come on, let’s go. Let’s keep going, I urged. The being would not come. I surveyed the murky space; the family room, laundry area, washroom and a kitchen that led to the backyard. Looking up to the angel, I shook my head and softly informed, I don’t understand. A thought crept in, where angels fear to tread. Where do angels fear to tread? How easily I went, where it did not. What was there in the dark that I couldn’t see? Or feel? Or know? I became afraid. The angel dissipated. I was alone.
Without warning I felt my spirit zip-cord backwards, magnetically tracing every movement I had made. With unbelievable speed I recoiled into my body, instantly waking.
Interestingly, many victims of sexual abuse report out of body experiences.
It was my first out of body experience, it was lucid. All others that have followed have been cloaked. The difference between the two for me is: if you dream yourself asleep, watch your double exit your sleeping body, it is cloaked. Sometimes this is a knowing, you see yourself sleeping, then see yourself out. A lucid experience feels real, you’ll swear it happened.
Cloaked experiences are common for me and I imagine for you. Understanding your way of dreaming is important. The mind cannot recreate the same dream twice; there is something different that perhaps you don’t notice. If your mind is going through the effort of repeating a dream or theme, you should listen. It’s not a glitch in the system.
Once we understand our way of dreaming, ascertaining other differences becomes simple. For example, I dream in collage; random bits of images. If my dream has a beginning, middle and end, it’s not a dream, it’s a premonition. I believe we’re all connected to the Universal Mind, the sub-conscious, a common energy. I don’t believe I’m unique in the way I dream. However, we are all different. Many symbolic meanings may be specific to us individually.
What we gather in the world of dreaming, we bring here. What we gather here, we take to the world of dreaming. The reality is our mind. All parts of it are real whether we experience those parts as perception, or with our physical body. Ever wonder how we see in a dream? Our eyes are shut, generally, yet we see. We run, battle, fly, move through doors, yet we lay still in bed, generally (insert smile here for all you sleep walkers). It’s a mystery. I don’t believe it’s essential to discover the mystery but understanding how it moves, how we fit into it, is like standing in the ocean…it’s beautiful. There’s so much there, the waves move into us, around us, change because of us. We enjoy the feel, marvel at the expanse. We move with it, our relationship is symbiotic.
There’s so much to understand, stating fact about anything other than physical death seems arrogant. Here’s the thing…there’s a universe inside us. It exists whether we delve into it or not. We can’t prove it, but we feel it, know it’s there. Why not take a look inside and see? Hey, if it’s dark don’t worry. The stars only shine in the dark. I’ll be with you.
Continued on Friday July 15th 2011
Until then, I remain yours,
Lesley
Hallelujah Heartist
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