I sit quietly listening to the many joyful and sometimes somber sounds of the voices of people around me; often times finding myself attempting to hear those voices, in that of my very own, head. What do I tell myself in the course of a day? Do I chastise myself with thoughts about people, places and things around me or do I soothe my mind with thoughts of powerful, positive affirmations and images of a wonderful, peaceful life to come? Are the voices in my head, sounds of happiness or are they reminders of all of my short-comings, fears, failures and doubts that often plague me.
I realize that most of my thoughts are often personal and serious. I attain thoughts grave enough to make me wonder about myself and the world around me; However, I do realize that my thoughts are the embodiment of the same divine energy that is also found in other people, as well as, objects in my many surroundings. I am, at the least, blessed to have a consciousness that realizes that we are all connected to the Universe in some sort of strange fashion, often times, exposing a commonality that will exist even longer than our human forms care to. The mere thought that the earth of which we need to live and breathe, is also in need of us, in order to sustain itself. This proves that we are all connected. And yet, just when I think I’ve got the whole existence thing figured out, some circumstance will render its ugly head and doubt prevails through - out the Universe, reaching as far as the Heavens and lord only knows, where else. Yet, I go on listening to those many voices in my head, seeking direction, guidance and assurance that all is and will be well.
I can recall one specific time when I was in dire need of a few extra coins. I must admit to you, that I was becoming desperate and in being so….decided to put my faith in both my higher power and that of the Universe, in hopes of attaining some sort of remote assistance: that, as it be.
I envisioned this magnificent creature, approaching me in my dream state. I watched the creature with constant changing eyes - first blue, than green and suddenly black. It came before me with its laughing face and an extremely long jaunty beard. It held, what looked to be a tall, golden pointed staff upon the form of a buoyant brisk stance. Although seeming real, I have to tell you that I was relieved that I’d been dreaming and yet - I could still hear those darn voices in my head, even as I lay dormant.
They were telling me to trust this fair creature, sent to me by my own wild and undisciplined and very imaginable thoughts, dancing about the Universe. I needed money desperately and the creature knew it while it whispered soothing notes of divine melodies that teased my conscious, to no end. You will have what you want, in the midst of your fears, but only if you see a blue feather in the course of the day, is what the creature whispered.
I searched and searched but could not find such a feather. Whenever a car drove by, I looked for a blue feather. I secretly looked to see if there was a blue feather, when I had gone out to lunch with friends, during work. I looked for a blue feather when I dropped my clothes off at the laundry and the cleaners, later that evening. There was no blue feather in the market or in the mall. There was no blue feather where ever I had decided to go that day.
Finally, mentally exhausted and with all thoughts of realizing that I would not see a blue feather, I went home. I felt helpless and knew that the only thing I could do, at that moment, was simply pray. I remember thinking that some how God would help me even though, I hadn't seen any signs of a blue feather. Low and behold, to my suprise, when I approached my lonely front door, down beneath my tired and aching feet, sat one single grayish blue and black feather. Maybe it was simply black and gray but surely I imagined a tint of blue somewhere in there.
Was this the blue feather, I thought? The voice in my head seemed extremely unsure, as it kept telling me that the feather was not to be gray and black, but blue. To make a long story short, I did get the money. Not nearly the amount that I needed, but enough to get me started way above drowning, as I had been.
I believe that the mere feather itself satisfied my curiosity that dreams are real and that the Universe does and will assist you if you believe and have faith that something positive will and can happen. Remember, we are all one in the same, sharing divine energy.
So…..I say….go ahead….listen to those voices in your head. No….you aren’t crazy. Those voices are there for a reason. The human body is designed to heal itself and it’s up to you and me to choose whether they will be positive voices of healing our mental and physical ailments or negatives voices that will and can often tear us down. I’d like to believe that some positive force is talking to us through those voices. I’d like to think that the voices, resting in my head, are little angles sent down from the Heavens above,down to the Universe, to assist me and those like me.
I believe that the reason why I dream, most of the time and when I hear some of the voices, it is because sometimes I can’t handle the reality of it all….you know….the fact that there are even voices in my head, talking to me in the first place. Those little voices make me wonder about myself, but then, the world is full of wonder, isn’t it?