The Dream
I'm walking in the grass. Very well manicured grass. Statuary and trees line
this grassy area. I'm approaching a gentle hill. I feel awful and the closer I
get the worse I feel. The gentle hill, or knoll, if you will, is sunny on my
side, but at the very top there is shade on exactly the other half. The world
is gray and bleak on the other side. Hopelessness and death rule the other
side. I'm afraid and feel hopeless to win. I'm told,
but not through spoken language, (more like thoughts that are ideas if that
makes sense) that the fight on this hill is mine and I have to win or it's all
gone. I can feel the dark on the other side. I can feel the seething
hopelessness and the fear and the dread and the loneliness. It scares me
because I can feel the power of it and I don't see how I can possibly win. Why
ME? I'm one person. One person! I don't even know how to fight this thing. But without a
doubt, it's mine to do or we're done - all of us. Pretty big responsibility for
one person. Hell, it's a lot of responsibility for a million people.
I'm almost to the crest of the hill and I look around in desperation - a last
ditch effort to figure out what the hell I'm going to do. It's then that I see
thousands and thousands of people in the distance, all walking toward me and all
with their "lights" on, meaning they are glowing from their solar plexus. The
battle is winnable now - I know this. I also realize what's been happening.
I'd been preparing for this battle all my life and didn't know it. I start
recognizing faces I've seen before, even at this distance, and I realize these
are all people I've touched some way in my life. Maybe people I mentored,
friends I'd inspired, people I taught, strangers I'd been nice to, etc. I'd
spiritually touched every one of these people at some point in my life and
"woke" them up, which turned their lights on. I looked down at myself and my
light was on too. The hill wasn't the whole fight like I thought previously -
it was the end stage of the war we didn't even realize we'd been fighting. All these people were my warriors and my life
had all been about turning their lights on so we could band together and win.
Win against what? I don't know. Maybe inertia. Maybe teh evol lol. Maybe
succumbing to the dream of the planet. Maybe spiritual coma. I don't know.
Maybe it was just hopelessness itself. I haven't figured that part out yet,
but I think it has something to do with the huge shift in global consciousness
that is coming very soon. I
never knew where this dream was taking place until I was 30 years old and had an
epiphany. I had to figure it out or go crazy. I was upset and talking with my
Mom about it, describing the dream again to her. She was telling my real Dad
about it (who has not been a figure in my life ever) and he said one thing of
value... "Oh, I know where it is... that's the Poor Man's Ghetto at the
Shriner's Hospital where she was in Oregon." My mom remembered that grassy
place now and within a minute realized it was really the Poor Man's GROTTO at
the Shriner's hospital. So then I finally knew where this was all taking
place. Strange, no? But I know in my bones what I'm here for.
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