Dreams are interesting…
A dream; no a vision of a story unfolding…
I was the main character in a struggle to climb a high, steep, and slippery spire of rock with a castle at the top. I strained, I slipped, and I bloodied myself, and yet I was relentless in my climb to the "top." Nothing could stop me. There were many dangers, distractions, and false paths. At the top, and after great effort, and leaving all behind, I entered the large unlocked castle doors, only to find it deserted. Devoid of people, but well-lived in, I felt the spiritual presence that attracted me to see what was there within the confines of the masterly built and airy home in the clouds. It was finely laid out, with tapestries, large meeting places, well-used furniture, towering bookcases, and great fireplaces. But yet, it felt very much like it was a home, not a fortress of solitude. Whoever lived there had a great life in the seclusion and safety of the castle. It had parapets, armaments, a grand view from on high, and paintings of happy and pleasant castle experiences, but it was empty now. Whomever lived there was gone. They hadn’t been gone very long.
I felt the energy of the spirits of those that lived there before. They spoke to me...
Their spiritual energy called to me, and I was drawn to a small, and apparently, recently unlocked thick wooden door that was curiously left open. Inside was a stairway that led steeply down and outside of the castle. There were no lights or handholds, just the feeling that it was the “right way” out of the castle. I walked down perhaps 100 stairs, and they ended at a wooden walkway across to another spire of rock with a finely crafted wooden sailing ship that shone brightly with white sails, and lit up inside with a warm heavenly light. The ship sat squarely on top of the spire of rock. No one was around the ship. What a curious sight! Why didn’t I see the other spire of rock when I climbed the winding path to the castle?
Carefully, I tested the wooden walkway, found it was sound, and I cautiously walked across the elevated path to the ship. It was sunny, and there were bright happy clouds in the blue sky. The clouds beckoned me across, and I began to walk faster, feeling that I would find something important in the sailing ship. I giggled and laughed as I walked across the wooden path, smiling happily with the idea of finding importance within the beautiful sleek craft. I stepped off the wooden path, and as I was admiring the ship's clean design, behind me the wooden walkway disintegrated. Strange, I didn’t feel any fear, or regret, as I stood there with no expression, calmly watching the wooden path dissolve, leaving no apparent way off the nearly vertical spire of rock.
Before me lay the ship, sitting on its keel. It wasn’t a proud ship, just a ship humble by design. Before climbing aboard, I walked around the ship noting its lines, its functionality, and I noticed it emanated the same spiritual energy that was in the castle that drew me here in the first place. The bright work was lovely; it shone like gold, and the wood was perfectly varnished with the painstaking love and care of a master shipbuilder. Whoever the builder of the ship was, the craftsman cared much about it. The ship felt alive with loving Purpose and Intention…
Looking down the spire, I noticed there appeared far below baggage from travelers that looked like it was thrown off the towering spire. The suitcases, trunks, and satchels were smashed, and I could see belongings of much “value” lying below. In the piles of apparently unwanted things were the clothes of people who tossed them over the edge with their baggage. Apparently, no roller bags full of attachments or human trappings are needed here.
I carried no baggage with me in my climb up and down the spires. Just myself. No food, or water, only my simple utility climbing clothing on my body. I was quite comfortable on the rock spire. I was quite warm, and feeling secure, I removed all my clothing and tossed them over the side with the other useless articles of human wants and needs. Smiling, I turned way from the rocky edge, and moved toward the craft with my own Intention and Purpose, onto the walkway and the ship. It seemed to glow with purity, energy, feeling, and intelligence. I moved aft to the helm, and there on a bright, shiny engraved plate of brass was the name Deliverance. A ship named Deliverance; I thought, from what? I took the wheel in my hands, and it moved like a large airplane’s yoke. It rolled left and right, and forward and aft. This wasn’t a ship of the water like I have seen before; it was a ship for Air!
Exploring the ship, I found it a practical and easy-living place to travel to destinations unknown to me. No evidence showed of where Deliverance had been, or where it’s going. I felt that it was waiting for someone to give it a purpose since there appeared to be no pre-programmed destination. So, Deliverance isn’t a ferry, Deliverance is a ship outfitted to explore the unknown with no destination. Deliverance seemed to be only designed for the journey. No compass, no maps, an exploratory ship that carries no baggage, or ties to anything. No cravings, no aversions, no desires, Deliverance felt like Pure Intention and Purpose. Just then, I felt what powers it… It isn’t wind driven… It’s powered by the Boundless and Endless Four Winds of Purpose cleansed by the pure energy of the Universe’s Unbending Intention. Feeling pleased, I made my way up to the main deck, and I sat at the helm. Oddly, the helm felt like it was custom-made for my spirit.
Why is this ship here? Who made this? Why now? I sat near the helm, feeling why this happened, and then it came…
My Soul answered, quietly, silently, and like a cool gentle summer breeze lovingly caressing me; it said, “We made it for All of Us…” "We made it with Self-Love of self, Right-Action, much Self’s self-forgiveness, and with Boundless Compassion for any who wish to Surrender to the Journey."
Standing at the helm, I took the Wheel of Time in my hands, and as I pushed forward with all my Love, Intention and Purpose gently filled Deliverance's sails, and we lightly lifted away from the rocky perch. Together, we're propelled not from the what, but instead, we're drawn to the infinity of places of Great Beauty and the Great Unknown.
It was then that I woke up from the "dream."
Some dream, huh?
TC,
Michael
Addendum: My friend Steve Kubacki says the dream is this…
"A voyage from the citadels of safe but unrealized and so empty grandiose musings into the vast space of unknown and risky realities, thereby delivering you from unsatisfying finite possibilities to the substantive peace, wonder and joy of infinite actualities that transcend time." Steve does have a way of saying things exactly right...
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