Death and Rebirth

Friday 28 January 2000

I dreamt i went to work but soon began feeling psychically unbalanced. It was a huge office space and everyone was busy with their various chores. I just wandered around trying to look normal but confusion and emotional turmoil were rapidly taking over. No one seemed to notice, i apparently gave a semblance of normality but i was really losing it and there was nothing i could do about it.

Just to have something to do, i took a small pot from the kitchen to warm my lunch in. Left the kitchen and realized i needed a lid so i went back to try to find one. But disintegration had progressed so far that i hardly knew where i was. Went down a hallway and into a room - but it was a bathroom. Tried to leave but started losing my sight so i had to feel my way. When i stretched out my hands, however, there was only curved tiled walls all around me, no doorway - i was trapped in a small meter wide enclosure. There was no way out!

When the reality of this really sank in, i just felt a total giving up occur. My body slowly curled and collapsed on the floor, my life energy given up.

What then occured was a miracle. My sight returned and i saw that the room was slowly beginning to rotate. But it had transformed into a small chair-like construction made of white tile. In the "chair" sat a baby of 6 months. I was situated directly behind him. Slowly it turned round and lifted off the ground.

All around was the most stunningly beautiful meadow landscape of rolling hills and flowers with a brook gurgling through. The baby was cooing and chortling, very much enjoying himself, while i was in total amazement. I looked down and saw a child moving through the grass. Then i saw a slightly bearded man in his fifties look up at us, waving gracefully and smiling. After an assent to about 15 meters, we descended and several beautiful beings came to play with us. So we did!

The atmosphere was surcharged with peace and freedom.

All in all, a very moving Heart-dream


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