The dream of 10-10-10

I awoke this morning with a beautiful dream, quite exceptional in its feeling. I even drifted back into the dream and it continued for a time.

I had just moved into a new place to live. One major feature of this new residence was a large pond. The residents, including myself, enjoyed swimming in it, and the way the place was constructed seemed to minimize boundaries between features. One could walk back and forth between living areas and the pool – which seemed more like a natural pond – with ease.

In fact the term “ease” seemed to be the hallmark of the entire experience. Perhaps the most remarkable thing about the place was the lack of tension or worry about anything. Things just happened naturally. I kept wondering when some kind of tension or conflict, even indirectly expressed, would make itself known, yet none did.

There were living quarters and eating facilities, and I walked back and forth, past and through them, and in and out of the pool with little concern for proprieties or arrangements of any kind.

I have become aware that I was importing certain worries and concerns to the situation, yet even these seemed to evaporate like the pond water from my skin. No problem that I allowed to appear in my mind seemed to “stick” in this place – the energy or nature of the place seemed to simply refuse to allow it to develop. Even the word “refuse” is a little too strong. Things just stayed at a pure level.

Among concerns which I tried to start in my mind was one about nudity. None of us seemed to wear any clothes when swimming, nor did we worry about covering up when leaving the water. In spite of this, I could detect no feelings of shame or embarrassment, nor any feelings of sexual arousal, unless I chose to generate them, and as soon as I stopped doing so, they disappeared. I was occasionally concerned that the pond might harbor bacteria or other parasites. I have the feeling that this was my own fear, and a somewhat ingrained one, as it popped up again and again.

On another occasion, (and as this was dreamtime, “occasions” themselves flowed into each other), I was walking through a wide passageway past a large restaurant/cafeteria facility, receiving friendly greetings from people at nearby tables, while carrying a beaker and a glass of red wine back to my quarters. My mind seemed to go wild about this, with thoughts about why I would be drinking alcohol in this “perfect” place, and also whether it was proper or allowed for me to carry it through the passageways, and what the people greeting me would think of it. In spite of these worries, I noticed no negative reaction of any kind from others. A blond haired woman, who seemed “older” in some sense, waved and said hello to me from a table as I passed by.

At what seemed to be the beginning of this dream, I was swimming in the pool, and seemed to be “with” (even this term is somewhat restrictive with respect to the feelings in this place) a woman and her two teenage daughters. I wondered at one point what the woman's name was, and “Ellen” seemed to come up. I'm not sure if people even “had” names there, or just called each other what they felt inclined to call them. I had some thoughts about romance with Ellen, and I can't say that she either accepted or rejected these thoughts. I had some sexual thoughts about Ellen, but I can't say that these thoughts were anywhere near as intense as such thoughts normally are. I didn't experience either intense desire or the fear of losing or failing to acquire the object of any desire. My thought now is that Ellen might have been receptive to romantic or sexual advances, but that the intensity of our physcial world wouldn't have characterized the interaction in this realm.

In reflecting on this experience, it seems that those who are addicted to intensity might find this place boring. There was nothing approaching drama in this place. There was no struggle, as I've mentioned before, between desire and frustration. The clear, tight boundaries which we experience in this world were not there, yet there was still definition, as individuality still existed. Reality had not dissolved into a bowl of soup, but was definitely lacking in fear, worry and mentally generated issues. To those who would find this unexciting, I would respond that my feeling there was one of joy, definitely not of boredom. The lack of clear boundaries (I never did determine where my living quarters were, or if I simply lived where ever I wanted to) presented no problem. It seemed that the energy we expend on creating these boundaries was now being applied to enjoyment.

This was the dream that I experienced on this momentous day, 10-10-10. To me it means, in the very least, that we can benefit from realizing that our worries on this earth are largely generated by the lower vibratory illusion we allow to reside in our minds.

Blessings to all.