John: At first I didn’t even think I was dreaming – it seemed like I was actually seeing how information comes through. Then I realized, yes, I’m dreaming – it’s not a pure, inner dialogue.
For example, I saw that everything that happened during our trip to Egypt was relevant and depicted something that was unfolding. But what we saw on the surface could cause us to be reactive. Some days it was too hot and we were uncomfortable, and in many instances the vibration from the people begging in the street was severe. The trip, at times, actually felt a bit arduous. Because of that, there was no way we could fully grasp what it meant.
Therefore there were a lot of barriers to us being able to read between the lines and get something back, as a language, or a communication, from everything that was before us. Still, Egypt, seemed to be a portal to something else.
The distractions I just described happen all the time, in every environment. It’s hard not to let the surface events of life completely engulf us. Yet Egypt seemed to invite a certain focus of attention, almost asking if we could decipher what it had to say, or to appreciate it in some deeper fashion.
The way I saw this in my dream was that everything that happened around me had information contained in it. This information appeared to me as small pods that I could squeeze and they would reveal what was really going on at a deeper level.
If I didn’t acknowledge the pods, i.e., if my inner noise (reactivity) predominated and I didn’t realize that there was something more within the pods, the knowing of that would come to me as a dialogue, or a revelation.
In Egypt, for example, when I saw the children begging in the street, I had an appalled reaction; I let it affect me, generating an inner noise that deafened me to anything else. These surface mannerisms surrounded me in a kind of sloppy denseness, but behind them was something much more.
So these images have to do with an ability to pull events apart, so to speak, to reveal the deeper relevance behind them. It felt like everything was speaking to me in this way. I was being shown how to get the essence, or purity, from the situation, which on the surface appeared untouchable or unapproachable.
In one particular image, I was told that some strange type of animal gave milk – I don’t think it was a cow or a goat – and she would reveal her mysteries if she submitted to me for milking.
I had to have a particular focus that was clear-cut, and I had to exude a certain presence, only then would I have sway over the animal. Otherwise she would be wild and would maintain her separateness. This animal must have had 30 or 40 teats, and from each one I would just get just one drop of very pure essence milk.
As I was going around I saw that there were people who had some other pods and I would squeeze those little pods and their substance would drip into the milk, to give it some other essence.
I noticed that when I felt a tendency to get indulgent, the animal would get restless. She was willing to surrender if my intent was part of the flow, but if I started pondering things and trying to figure them out, then I caused a break in the natural unfolding.
This next image was the closest one to revealing what I perceived in this directed-voice way:
There was a series of images that were trying to direct me to look at them in a settled-back, quieter way. If I did, I would see something that I wouldn’t see if I was just identifying with the surface chatter, or with the outer chaos of things.
If I could maintain this quieter view, then I was able to experience a free-flow dialogue that indicated what was going on around me, i.e., how life was being touched, how it was awakened, and how it was revealed to me on this other level. For that to happen I had to let go of any personal involvement and be natural with this all-inclusive, revelatory dialogue and flow.
There’s also a deeper meaning in that there’s an impulse in my nature that sometimes causes me to predict things in a forceful or definite way. This imagery is showing me that when I do that, when something in my nature gets too loud, it veils my connection.
We all get punished for the loudness in our nature because, if we’re quieter, we can actually hear what’s meant to be. If we’re really loud, then all we’re doing is getting caught up in our own neuroses; i.e., neuroses that make us think that something relevant or important is going on in the outer and, thereby, excluding the more subtle importance underneath.
What’s important reveals itself when we settle back and take in the vibration, quietly and appreciatively, and note the subtle connections and flow.
What’s really happening in these scenarios is a violation of the flow, and this causes me to become ungrounded. Whenever I identify with the flow in a personal way, I’m disturbing the natural connection. If I were to stop doing that and let everything speak to me in its way, a most gracious appreciation for how everything intertwines would be recognized.
In a sense, my reactions take me away from the essence of myself. Everything is here for my benefit if I can let go of projecting myself onto it. When the heart is quiet and tranquil, creation reveals itself. It’s only in terms of the whole that a consciousness of connectivity is reached.