A dream beyond all others
[Sha'Tara]
I know it was in the early hours of the morning. I was dreaming many dreams, some of them simultaneous, meaning that my "Partials" were very active for some reason. Simultaneous dreaming is an ability I've developed so as to get more for the money (time) so to speak. It also expresses to me the reality that we all live several parallel lives and as our mind evolves, breaking through the old "only one at a time" programming, it accepts this and expands its awareness to observe, and partake of, more than one life at the same time. In other words, the mind adapts to changing times.
No, it does not get confusing, quite the opposite in fact. Parallel lives lived in harmony reinforce one-another. Self-empowerment comes from accepting this simple fact of being ISSA's.
So, in the midst of two distinct other dreams, this one came through as the capper.
A young boy just entering the age of puberty has discovered that whatever he desires which his world/society will not give him, or refuses to let him be a part of, he can manifest on his own.
He has always had a hunger for spiritual things above all else. Having been raised in a Christian home, he has been seeking to develop a close, personal relationship with Jesus, not in the religious sense, but in a natural way, as one feels when being in love with another. After all, that is what he has been enjoined to do as a member of the Church, so no inconsistency in his mind.
But the very people who should be there for him to explain how he can live in, with, the love of his life; the very people ostensibly there to help him find this just keep put him down. His church pastor is of absolutely no help and the boy suspects the truth: that neither his parents, nor the pastor, nor any of the [Christian] people he seeks help from have a clue as to what he really wants.
"I want for me and Jesus to be "in love" - so tight that even people's "inloveness" doesn't come close." he says to himself. And as he focuses on this in the dream he finds himself in a bedroom. On the bed, fully clothed in the normally expected robe, is Jesus. But he is most definitely a woman; a young, smiling, beautiful woman. The boy is ecstatic at his discovery. He, also fully dressed (this isn't some sex scene but a simple allegory) goes over to the bed and lies down beside the female Jesus. They enfold each other and the feeling I get is that these two beings are heretofore inseparable. If you want to talk about being in love, this is it.
For me, just observing this, I'd say it doesn't get better. If we dare break the stupid, mind-numbing teachings and taboos created by religious types, we can "return" to the goodness that is supposed to be the foundation of faith in God, Christ, Jesus or whomever we consider to be an ideal for a human to truly love.
Failing that we can "create" a whole new reality, still using some of the old props, but completely different as regards the new terms of endearment. To be "in love" that way means to incarnate compassion. To live for the other in the absolute sense.
If what one truly desires is the good of all, one can be a good person. It's only a matter of reaffirming this resolve moment by moment - and changing gears accordingly. Seeking goodness is like engaging a hill in a loaded vehicle. You have to shift gears if you don't want to burn out the motor.
What probably triggered this dream is that for the last two days, beginning yesterday morning, I created a mantra for myself by which I bound myself. "I have but this day to live. I will die before midnight tonight. This is my last day on Earth. Today I must watch all of my previously programmed reactions to the many triggers out there and take them as one who has no tomorrow here. Whatever people do, it's their world, not mine and their choices will not affect me anymore. All I need to focus on (since I've chosen the path of "goodness" as mine) is the effect I have on people I meet during this last day of my life on Earth. Compassion, goodwill and going that "extra mile" given the opportunity. This will be my day, this last day."
And I know for certain I can do this because in my "spiritual" bed lies the one person I chose to love long ago and can now love without anything or anyone preventing it; the one person who would, also out of love, expect me to be that sort of person. I mean, what kind of lovers have nothing in common? Sadly, most often I find it is the Church-bred "proclaimers." Their lives do not match their claims. In fact in tough questioning I discover most have no clue what it is Jesus expected of his followers then, or what he desires now.
Yet the message is clear and unequivocal: greater love has no one than this, that he should give his life for another.
Wendy
Helen
This is extremely powerful and well-written.....and I beleive what is happening to the boy - dying to SELF - is what happens to all of us who are in love with Jesus, and have a Relationship..rather than, a religion!
God bless you, Regis
Love & Big Hugs always,
Rhonda
Of spirituality And the finding of Jesus
Outstanding thoughts
Excellent message within this article
It brings many thoughts to the readers mind!
Love and Peace To You Always..Morning Star
Peace. Joyce
Thanks Rose
Christianity is not something to put on display for our own salvation. It is something that we live because Christ is a part of us. We are married to Christ. We are a part of him and he of us.
If we do good for spiritual or physical reward our motive becomes our greatest flaw and whatever good we do is out weighed by that.
Mother Theresa once said. "If you do good to others they may still hate you. Do good anyway." That is probably not word for word but it truly is the secret to being a child of God in whatever form you see him in.
God Bless,
Lew
The flower that puts out their fragrance just puts it out there...it doesn't have a clue if anyone will enjoy its beauty, it just does...I enjoyed the goodness in your article Reg~ and I can truly say...this is the only thing expected of us this day!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Be safe,
Karen
Thanks for sharing!!
Love TinkaSweets
You Create Dream(s)...Amazing Thing So many Of You Spend So Much Time In Your (His) Past You Will Never See What Even What (Own)Future Deems...
TRASK
Debby
Stan
~hugs~
Karen
An white bearded old man coming down from heavens to give man a finger if we believe in Michelangelo version.
I like your version better, I could never be martyrize for the sake of an old man but for a beautiful woman...
The young boy are feeling the tugging in opposite directions from his faith from one side and the common sense from the other.
Both will at the end give him a better comprehension for what really love is.
A great write that search for the elusive truth without telling us if it was found.
Georg
Secularism has destroyed the beauty of love by relagating it to the gutter of lust - my daughter was handed a condom at secondary school, with the assumption that she had a hedonistic attitude towards sex. She handed the condom back to the startled presumptious authority figure (who had coldly usurped parental sensitivities). As I told my daughter, these people do not love the pupils as their parents do, all they are interested in is socially engineering kids to fit a certain nihilistic mode of thought and practice. Its legacy in spiraling sexually transmitted diseases is plain to see.
Most of the troubled guys I worked with in the day centre hungered for just one thing - love. None admitted to coming from church backgrounds. The Christian run centre practiced tough, practical love. None of them fled because of this, indeed, the centre to these lads was a secure sanctuary from a world that many felt had rejected them.
Jesus' love was/is a tough love, the kind of love that did indeed lay its life down for us. The kind of tough love that took the beatings and the lash of the callous brute's scourge. The kind of love that allowed itself to be nailed to a rugged chunk of wood. The kind of love that made itself desolate from the Father's presence for 3 days. This is love that knows no height nor depth nor breadth nor width.
Augustine said that man is a restless soul without love in his life -he meant God's love.
I found this love in 1986 as a 32 year old looking forelorn into the bottom of an empty whisky bottle.
I'll stop there, Regis.
Your article stimulated my mind vigorously.
Regards
Dai
Enjoyed this.
Elizabeth