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WorldVEver have one of those days? Of course, we may have them all the time, where we lose something we need, we miss a connection, something that was supposed to happen, didn’t. We can have those nights, too, where our dreams feel the same way. And in both instances, perhaps, what we are being shown is that we are energetically ungrounded, and out of balance, which makes us vulnerable to being affected by other energies at play. Spiritual development helps us strengthen this aspect of ourselves, so we are less affected by randomness. (At the end of this post there are instructions and a link to download this recording to your computer.)

Jeane: I only really remember my dreams last night is it felt like I kept having the same dream, in that it was outdoors, in kind of hilly country, it was usually sunny. And it was like I and some other people were pursuing someone. We’re trying to catch them and bring them back for something they’d done. But it felt like it just kept repeating, but I never could quite get a hold of it.

John: There’s a whole sensation of trying to catch up with something, from a depth within, that is kind of the running schematic, and it’s kind of a prime directive, too, in that deep down we’re kind of compelled to having to realize a greater part of ourself.

And that realizing a greater part of ourself, a part that takes us outside of our time and space limitations, that is kept in place by the trance of senses and mind, to catch up with that greater part of ourself is to go to the all-pervasive soul in our nature.

Well, it’s pretty hard to do because everything around us is causing our attention to go this way and that way – and yet there is that echo. And so what you’re doing is, is you’re reverbing and reverbing, as if trying to come to the grips of this echo that you feel affecting you.

That’s very similar to my second dream, which also has a quality of floundering about. In this dream, I’m inside. I’ve traveled to and am inside a multi-story building, that’s huge. And there’s several floor levels. I don’t know how many, but each floor I know is huge. And that it’s a maze just to go in any given floor.

And it’s kind of a glorified hospital, although there seems to be other things going on, like businesses and merchants in this place, too, but each floor has a central nursing station. That’s how one knows it’s kind of a glorified hospital. There’s just people everywhere that can grab your attention and cause you to be distracted, or to get confused, and get lost.

So I have come to this building and am up on the second floor, I seem to know that there’s a person I need to find that’s on this second floor. And I’ve come with a friend, but we get separated on the second floor. And in my moving about on the second floor, trying to find the person who I’ve come here to visit, I also set down a bag that I was carrying. Fortunately, I can recollect where I set that bag down, because I left it at the nursing station.

Even though somehow, deep deep down, I have a sense that the person I’m looking for is on the second floor, and that my friend is somewhere wandering around on the second floor, too, I end up going to the third floor. And when I go to the third floor, it’s like I’m even more spaced out. And I get really enamored at looking at all of the myriad of things going on on the third floor.

And at some point I even leave my notebook behind, my dream notebook, which is important to me that I apparently was carrying, too. And it’s almost like I’m so amnesic that I have no idea where I might have left it, except that it was somewhere on this floor. And it all kind of starts to gel, my predicament, when, in my wandering about, I come to the nursing station on the third floor. It’s then that I realize, oh my goodness, I need to get out of this enamored condition that I’m in, and I also need to find my notebook. And I need to get back to where I need to be looking, retrieve my bag and such.

I know I should take steps that go between nursing stations, but instead I wander off as if something will pop in, or something will help me, or I’ll accidentally get a inkling as to where I set my notebook down. When, all of a sudden, actually by complete total surprise, fate would have it that I see the notebook – and it’s laying on the floor. So I go over to pick up the notebook and, as I pick it up, this guy grabs at it and he says: this is mine. And he claims he knows it’s his because it has the three rings, spiral binding, or whatever it was that he portrayed.

I look at the notebook, and the notebook has all that scratching out and scribbling that I do. And, on this particular page where it’s open, there’s more scribbling and complete blanking out than there is anything written. And so I look down and I can read my writing. So I know it’s my notebook.

So to free myself, again, of how I need to proceed, he’s got the notebook, I’ve got the notebook, and so I need to go. I can’t be just sitting there tugging away. So I bend over and I bite him on the wrist to get him to let go.

So now with my notebook in hand, I now know that I go back to the nursing station on the second floor, probably ask at the nursing station rather just continuing to keep wandering around, probably will find the person I’m looking for – they’re on the second floor. Probably somewhere in that vicinity or area on the second floor I’ll also probably run into my friend. And there at the nursing station I conveniently laid my bag down – I can retrieve that, too. That’s when I wake up.

So this is the same dream that you had, so to speak, in that there was this reverbing around to try to zoom in on something or another that is meant to be, that is trying to come out, is trying to make itself known. You don’t even have a very good guess at what that is, but you’re haunted by it nevertheless. That’s how your dream is.

And in my dream, my inclination is to keep going up where it gets less clear and less clear. And I keep losing more and more of myself. But what I’m losing is important, too. And what I need is more grounded on the second floor, which is another image in which something isn’t quite grounded as it needs to be.

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