This week has been spiritually significant but only in that I have listened, really listened.

On the 24th, after waking once again feeling depressed and asking to leave this life, my guidance made a suggestion – control your thoughts, decide to stop asking to go Home. I agreed.

On the 26th, I had another realization:

I noticed something I’ve been noticing for a while now. I see posts on social media asking questions like, “Are you feeling the energies?” These posts have pictures or text from a channel or spiritual teacher, experiencer, etc. I look at these posts and respond to the question, “No”, and I think to myself, “I use to be one of those spiritual teachers/experiencers posting questions and images just like that. What happened?” 

The “energies” are not something I really notice these days. In the past, they use to be intense, so much so that I couldn’t help but notice them. I would have intense vibrations, Kundalini energy, psychic Knowing, and spontaneous channeling experiences. There were times that I felt almost compelled to write what was coming to me. I honestly felt to do so was fulfilling my purpose, and it was, at the time. Now, when I see posts like these I have no interest and even think at times how ridiculous some of them are. I see people putting all their attention on these posts, using them as identifiers, categorizing themselves and trying to find labels for what they are going through all in an attempt to ascribe meaning and purpose where none can be found.

Huh, that was me not very long ago.

For a while now, two years or so, these experiences have been few to none. Even the K has drastically decreased. Where it use to be volcanic-like, the energy is much more subtle now, swirling and more blissful than erotic or sexual. While I do still get communication from my guides and have the occasional dream experience, mostly it is quiet and life is back to “normal”. 

My past comes to mind every once in a while and I see just how different I am, how changed. Is it for the better? The worse? Both? And is this where all these people I witness following posts are going, too? Why are some seemingly forever stuck on this path while others move on?

When I look at the past me I see someone who was seeking meaning and purpose, wanting to be special, wanting acknowledgment, wanting to make a difference. The excitement I felt was palpable. My husband even mentioned it the other day, reminding me how passionate I use to be about my dreams, my spiritual experiences, abilities and gifts. 

All that is no more. I am bored now by all of it. I see the truth in all of it, that experiences are merely reflections, mirroring the lack (or abundance) within and broadcasting it to others. 

And I think now I am experiencing the after effects of it all. The “Before enlightenment (Kundalini), chop wood, carry water. After Enlightenment, chop wood, carry water.” 

There is no point in attributing meaning to any of my experiences. They just Are. The biggest lesson learned has been that humans seek to attribute meaning to everything but the reality is, there is no meaning to be had. Accepting that humans are flawed in this way, accepting that meaning is an illusion, is helpful but only to the extent that I apply what I have learned. 

Everything changes. Everything flows. Going with the flow, flowing in acceptance of what is, is the path. The water doesn’t ask, “Why are there so many rocks?” The water just flows. 

There will be rocks at times. We can effortlessly flow around them or question and resist them. At other times the current will be slow and deep. We can linger and swirl about joyously in the eddies and pools or we can question them and judge them for slowing us down. During the rapids we can fall freely, thrilling in the moment, or we can wonder why, looking to return to the slower, seemingly easier flow of the past. 

So, the truth is there is both meaning and no meaning. There is both pleasure and pain. There is both awe and cynicism. All exists within Us.

Since agreeing with my guidance to silence my negative, self-talk, I’ve been doing much better. It is interesting how easy it has been, a relief, really. If I do find myself thinking thoughts, such as, “I wish I would never wake up”, I receive an immediate silent reminder from within, an inner sense that is hard to describe. Usually it is upon waking from dreams that are unsettling, like this morning’s was.

Dream: Healing Hand

A man I knew in high school, the father of my best friend, was present in this dream. He passed away unexpectedly years ago, suffering a massive heart attack while on a cigarette break. He was outside, alone, when he collapsed. When a family member went to check on him, he was already dead. His death was a shock to my friend and the last we talked (about four years ago) she was still suffering from it, taking anti-depressants to cope. 

While I don’t recall specific conversations, Vic, my friend’s father, was the one I spoke to the most in the beginning. Mostly I recall how he was friendly and hospitable, welcoming me into his home and family. 

Then I spent some time with my friend. She was telling me how her husband had gotten a job that took him to other parts of the country. It felt like a military assignment, but he doesn’t work in the military. She mentioned the pay raise and how they were making preparations. The two of us sat down in a bedroom reminiscent of her old room. She had in front of her a large piece of particle board. On it was a white model of a home. My understanding of it was that her thoughts created the model. It was much larger than any single home and upon closer inspection did not look like a home at all but more like a 3D model of cubes set next to and upon one another. She told me it took 5 years to manifest. I remember there was another one next to hers. Mine? I’m not sure.

As we sat together, I could feel a focused pressure on my middle back. It felt like someone was pushing on a pressure point. It felt good and I leaned into it. In my mind, the source of this pressure was an animal but what kind I don’t know. My friend asked about it and I told her what was happening and how it felt good. 

While this pressure was pushing into my back, I decided to share something with her that made it impossible to ever trust her fully again. I shared with her memories of how she treated me our last year in school. It was difficult to tell her without feeling emotional but I did. She listened and didn’t judge. In response I recalled how she had later attempted to make amends – making me a bridesmaid in her wedding, attending my wedding, confiding in me over the years, etc. I welcomed her back but it was never the same. Our once strong friendship was gone, weakened by my inability to fully trust her.

Her father appeared and invited me to join them. We walked into a giant elevator. Inside looked like a well lived-in home. Other’s were inside. I felt unsure of myself and the situation as I stood inside looking around. The entire “home” moved and I felt it shift upward slightly. 

Her father smiled at me and was welcoming. I was reminded of all the times he did just that when I knew him, treating me like family and making me feel at ease. It was like a life review of the times he and I interacted and I knew his treatment of me in life was genuine – he loved me. It felt as if he was visiting me from beyond this life.

My friend was still there and her presence also made me feel at ease. There was a longing to have a relationship like that in my life again – to have a friend who was so close, who I trusted and felt safe with, whose family felt like my own. 

I stepped towards my friend and her father, accepting their invitation. Relief washed over me. I remember hearing the word, “Safe”. Letting down my defenses completely, I joined them – my family. I began to sob and part of a song came to mind.

“If you’re strong enough, to let it in. You’re strong enough to let it go.”

The song played in my mind as I cried. Then, out of the blue, a man’s hand came toward my face. It got close and then pressed firmly against my face. It reminded me of what faith healers do when they heal. The person they touch then collapses and when they are revived they are healed.

The pressure of the hand on my face woke me. I had tears in my eyes and the song continued to repeat in my mind.

“Who says truth is beauty after all? And who says love should break us when we fall?”

Considerations

I lingered in bed a while with full understanding of the dream’s lesson. It is difficult to explain, but the Knowing was there and that in itself is enough. 

It is clear to me that my friend’s father was visiting me, helping me to see what I had been unable to on my own. While he was alive I always kept my guard up around him. I liked him as a person, but there was a distance between us, one I created more than he did. I see how I do this with most everyone in my life, never truly letting others in. There are a few who do get let in, like my friend from the above dream, but it is rare that I ever let down my defenses completely. I could see clearly how I let down my defenses with my friend more than with any other friend in my life since or before. 

No wonder I’m so tired of life. It is exhausting to hold myself up, to shut out others, when all I want to do is let them in. 

I don’t know how to change how I am, or if I should. Maybe the right person/people will come along and press a magic button and I will feel like I did in my dream? Only once has someone been able to penetrate my defenses but not for long. It was a shock, that’s for sure, but also something marvelous. That 100% vulnerable feeling is the most beautiful feeling! But this damn human part of me shut it all done at the first sign of “danger”. 

If I am to be like the river, then I must move forward without dragging the past behind me. No more lingering on “why?”, forever trapped by currents long past. 

Pain and suffering results only when we cling to what was or to what might’ve been, seeking to keep always those moments long past which brought us pleasure, while rejecting those less than pleasurable moments that are or might be. 

These are the 8 winds of Buddhism of which my guides continually remind me. 

This dream was meant to help me to see how I hold onto the past – both the pain and the pleasure of it. It was also meant to show me how life has molded me into what I am and to teach me to not judge myself, but flow in acceptance. 

It is reassuring to know that despite all the reasons I have to fortify the massive wall I’ve built around myself, the wall can come down. It just takes the right person/energy/moment.