This One Is Personal!

You know how you have dreams? And then you have DREAMS. I have had a recurring dream since I was a very young child. I always thought it was a nightmare. I did not understand it. I will relate it.

I am running with a family, mostly children. I always felt like they were my children. My inner child? As we are all running there are loud sounds of things falling. I look behind me and see right before my eyes that the trees, ground, and sky are tumbling down. I hide myself and all these children under the comics of a newspaper that is blowing past us. We quietly huddle under the comics. The comics blow away, and I find myself climbing to the roof of a house. The sensation reminds me of The Wizard of Oz, where Dorothy is in a house swirling in a whirlwind, only I am on the roof. Then I am lifted up and am hovering above and can see the children and other people below me. I then begin to reach down and give everyone a hand up past me and they climb to safety. Everything below me is collapsing, but I can feel something holding me securely as I help give people a hand up.

Since I was a small child I have always known that GOD IS. As I was growing up I often felt as though I did not fit in and was lonely. I have juggled myself trying to stay balanced between both worlds. One of knowing, and one of being alone, until I realized that I was never alone. Now I understand that dream, and it was really not a nightmare at all.

We each have these opposites that we have to struggle with and come into balance, and it is all okay. We are all so much more than we think we are. We have all done so much more than we think we have. For me it has been to learn to trust that it all works to bring out my best in myself, even when I slip and fall, it gives me the opportunity to pick myself up.

Today I picked myself up and realized I needed a big hug, so I gave myself a hand up today. We can do this for ourselves and others.

In love, truth, and light. Namaste

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