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The vision I am about to share with
you the reader is quite profound. It shows that the Higher
Self truly lives in another dimension of space and time.
This vision takes place in the dream world or astral plane.
What is so special about this dream vision is that it begins
to manifest in the physical world of the senses, over a
period of one year after its initial occurrence. The
experience began like this:
I was very tired one day, late in the afternoon. I was
sitting in my easy chair in the living room of my apartment.
I gently drifted away into unconsciousness and found myself
in the dreamscape. The dream vision proceeds like this:
I find myself walking through what appears to be a stone,
circular temple, located high on a cliff-like structure. I
notice an A-frame vault-like opening, which is a doorway out
of this circular temple. As I begin to approach this
doorway, I notice to the right of me, parallel to the
circular stone walls, a man and a woman sitting at a table,
drinking what appears to be coffee.
The woman has shoulder-length red hair, and she is pouring a
cup of coffee for a blond-haired man who sits across from
her, at this little table that they share together. Upon
seeing me, she stops pouring the coffee and asks, “Would you
like some?”
I quickly reply, “No thank you, I am going home.” At this
point, I leap out of the opening in the circular stone
temple and find myself flying over a familiar-looking,
kidney-shaped lake, surrounded by pine trees and other
natural formations. As I am flying over this lake, I see my
reflection in the lake below, mirroring my image. I have
long, black hair. I am dressed in a full-length, blue and
white robe, and I have two huge angel wings on either side
of my body. I am a winged being.
As I look at the full size of the lake again, I remember
that this is the place where I used to live, before I came
to earth in my present incarnation. It was my true home, and
I began to feel strong emotion well up within me. Yes, home,
this feels like home. At this point, I am interrupted by
thirteen identical Christ-like figures dancing in the sky
over the lake. One stands in the middle, while the other
twelve figures dance around him in a circle. I remember that
I used to fly up here in the sky to watch them dance, in the
spiritual past. I always enjoyed them very much.
Suddenly, I remember that my favorite place is on the
ground, on the left side of the lake. In that place is the
rock I used to love to sit on while listening to the mini
waterfall that was several feet away from it. The waterfall
sounded like music, and there were women who lived there who
used to tell me the most fascinating stories. I decide to go
see them once again.
I quickly glide into the forest on my angel wings and sit
down upon my favorite rock, next to the mini waterfall. I am
puzzled as to why there is no one around. Where are the
women storytellers?
I begin to listen to the music coming from the waterfall.
While listening to this sweet sound, the walls in my
apartment begin to appear around me. The floor, the ceiling,
the sidewalls and the wall behind me are now manifested
around me. All the walls except one, the wall in front of
me, has invaded my dream vision, so to speak. My rock is now
my living room chair, but the wall in front of me is still
missing, and I can still view the enchanted forest.
I am now fully awake and looking at two co-existing
realities at the same time. Finally, the last wall fades in,
from the periphery to the center of the wall, like the
closing of the iris over a camera lens.
I thought to myself that this was quite an unusual dream and
very refreshing. Yet, other than this dream’s unique ending,
which was that my waking state and dream state actually
existed as one reality, I brushed the experience off as a
one-of-a-kind experience, with no special meaning to it.
The next day, I was invited to a party on Seminole street in
Indian Village, located in Detroit, Michigan. My friend, JK,
was having the party and told me to be there at about 7:30
PM. I arrived at the party on time and began to move around
from room to room to see who else was there. When I came
into the second room, I noticed a woman with shoulder-length
red hair, with her back to me. Suddenly, she turned around
and looked right at me. It was her—the woman in my dream
from the day before.
This woman instantly remembered the dream, because she was
actually there. We actually had shared telepathically the
same dream experience, at least the parts that she and I
shared together. Her name was GW. We became instant friends
and found out that we had a constant telepathic mind link,
twenty-four hours a day.
Knowing what the other person is thinking is fun up to a
point, but it can quickly put a strain on a relationship. We
could exchange feelings, even to the point where I could
feel what it was like to be in a woman’s body. It is a
different experience, absolutely. My relationship with GW
was platonic and very metaphysical. After a few months of
friendship, life drifted us apart, and I did not see her
again for about a year. During that year, I had gotten
another music group together, and we were playing at the
Buccaneer bar in Detroit, Michigan. I ran into GW and
invited her to come see us play.
That night when we were playing our third set, GW came
walking through the door. When our set was over, I
introduced GW to everybody in the band, and we all sat down.
GW sat at a table to my right with RH, my keyboard player,
sitting across from her. Instantly, I remembered the dream.
RH was the blond-haired man sitting across from GW in the
dream, and now they were here together in the physical
world. They were sitting at a small table against the wall,
sharing a beverage together. I found it interesting that it
appeared to me that RH was unconscious of the whole dream
vision connection, but I was not.
What this event taught me was that the Higher Self
communicates to the lower self through dreams and stories.
Since the Higher Self does not live in space and time, it
compacts events into a short story that may happen over time
in the physical world. Dream visions from the spiritual
world are compacted together, and like a computer zip file,
their message unfolds over time and space in the physical
world, as history unzips it.
There were times when GW and I would sit at her kitchen
table and talk to each other with and without words. One
day, when I asked her about who she thought Christ might be,
a third being entered the conversation and telepathically
spoke to both of us at the same time. It was at that point
that I did not want to go any deeper into the matter. I was
not sufficiently ready to communicate to an invisible
personality. There were times though, when I was alone, that
I knew that GW was looking at a tree, and that she liked to
read from the book of Matthew in the Bible, but that she was
embarrassed to tell me.
One day when GW and I were sitting on her porch, we shared a
vision together about her. When she was a little girl, she
was sitting on her porch with a yellow dress on. She was
waiting for her father to come and get her for the day, but
he never showed up. I saw the heartache she felt as a child
and still carried with her. It was then that I knew that all
these psychic experiences are gifts from the spiritual
world, and that they should be used to heal people of their
suffering.
I have not seen GW since, but I do think about her from time
to time, and I am thankful for the experiences we shared
together. They were truly gifts from God to us. I hope
sharing this story with you inspires you to not give up
believing in your dreams. This world of the physical senses
is not the whole world, nor is it the only world. There are
many worlds, and the physical world is only the expression
of the spiritual one that creates and inspires it.
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