It went on and on. I could not seem to or want to wake up. It was all so real. The images and emotions of it all kept me wanting to see more and to experience it all. I believed it was all so real. So much so that I did what I thought I had to do to perpetuate that reality.
As I rolled over and ever so slightly I started to realize that I was in a dream. I realized that I would wake up soon. I held onto the dream. I held so strong that I did not want to wake up. I felt if I could just stay asleep a bit longer that I would remember the dream. The alarm clock rang and I reached over to turn it off. I rubbed my eyes and thought wow I was dreaming but for the life of me I can’t remember it. I wish I could remember even just a little bit. I know it felt real but what was it I dreamt of.
As I started my day and went through the motions of my daily routine I caught a glimpse of remembering. Remembering that dream I had last night was somehow more real than what I had believed. Still it was unclear. I went on with my day.
There seemed to be something, something that was just under the surface of my memory. It felt important. It felt like I needed to remembered it but what was it?
The whole scenario repeated over and over. Night after night and day after day it went on. One day I woke up and realized that somehow the dreams I had been having were more real than the daily life I had been living. Through the countless dreams I had had since I was a child I began to realize that somehow the life I was living was the illusion and that the dreams were the reality. But how could that be? How can all this be an illusion? How could I go on living in the illusion? How could I tell people, it’s not real? How can I be somehow trapped in an illusion that is the dream? It all seemed too unbelievable.
I wanted to test the boundaries of the illusion. I wanted to find out what reality was true. What was real and what was illusion. How could I do this when everything I experience seemed to be reality and to even think otherwise put me in the category of being labeled at the very least, mentally ill.
I knew that the answers I sought would not and could not come from any outside source. I knew that if I asked others to help me understand my thoughts and feelings that it would seem to create even more of the same illusion.
I began to focus my thoughts inward. I began to look for answers from a higher source that would only come from inside myself. I began to meditate. I began to meditate daily and it became a part of my living in the illusion.
Nothing seemed to come clear. As I began to meditate my thoughts seemed to swirl back around and around to the experiences I had that day or night before but I was determined to find some answers. I asked for guidance from God and from angels, any source that was of the light I asked for help to find the answers.
As the days became weeks and weeks became months I continued to meditate. Slowly I began to have more control of my thoughts. I began to be able to focus my attention more and I became aware. I began to become aware that I was sitting there in meditation but that I was not alone. I had spiritual beings there with me who had been there all along. I realized that they were my spiritual guides, my guardian angels, and that they had guided me in my dreams and in my daily life in ways I had never imagined.
As I went through my daily life my thoughts now seemed to be changing. The events and circumstances in my life seemed to have an underlying purpose. It was if some unknown force was orchestrating things. I began to realize I was finding the answers I had been seeking. Most importantly I realized that I was not alone. I realized that the people in my life, and in fact the whole world was waking up from a long, long dream.
I now knew that the only reality was love. I now knew that we had all been willing participants in an experiment called life on earth as humans. I knew that we came here to learn and experience and grow. I now knew that we are all incarnate angels emerging from a dream. The dreams I’ve had since childhood were all a part of the waking process. I now knew that there was no turning back. I now knew that as others became aware many would need reassurance and guidance.
There are many among you who know of what it is I am speaking. If you have come this far in these words you are among them. To find answers my words or any other outside source will ultimately not guide you to the truth. You must look within.
As we awaken from the dream realize that the future is dependent on what we imagine now. Hold true that only love is real. Imagine that love is growing and growing so strong that the light has overcome the darkness and the dream is only now beginning.
