I had a dream last night which saw me work as hard as I might in any encounter group or enlightenment intensive. I actually awoke with a sense that I was in the midst of a major breakthrough or emergence, an implosion of personality or a moulting of identity.
I nearly posted an article on it and am glad I didn’t in retrospect because the condition I was in when I first awoke had me trembling. But the impact seems to have lessened over time.
The actual content of the dream I’m not sure I can communicate. A mite too personal, even for me. But my twin flame was in it, in a different form than I’ve seen her in the past but the same energy. And, yes, we were glued to each other again as in the past. (Could this be a movement towards balancing or androdgyny, such as we’ve heard discussed in Lisa Renee’s messages?)
In my first attempt to describe what was happening, I saw my condition as a “creative explosion.” I was bursting out of my physical britches. Everything in my life seemed topsy-turvy and my speaking was … well, not winning me friends and influencing people.
“Uproar” was a word that occurred to me. The direction was up and my voice was a roar. In all areas, I felt required to be who I am, to say outrageous things, to act decisively. I wasn’t moulting my personality so much as shucking it. I confess that I feel myself actually recovering from sleeping!
I wonder if that’s happening for anyone else?
I wonder if we’ve entered a period in which the work goes on waking or sleeping. Will we, instead of saying “I’m going to have a nap,” feel more inclined to say, “I’m going to wake up for a while and give myself a rest”?