Dream

You have a capacity to experience so much love, so much joy, so much inner peace, so much clarity, so much excitement, so much creativity, and yet you are not taught how to access these aspects of yourselves when you go to your schools. You need to have schools that teach you how to access your emotions, how to choose a vibration, how to activate something within you that is already there, and you need to do so because you need to live as you were meant to live there on Earth as aspects of Source Energy.

The dreams in your heart are real. They are there for a reason. They have been planted within you as a guiding light to your destiny. Destiny moves through you as the force field of consciousness that you are. Reality moves through you as the force field of consciousness that you are. Magic and miracles move through you as the force field of consciousness that you are. 

On an otherwise ordinary Saturday morning, I called my friend Elizabeth, partly to say hello, and partly to complain about the mockingbird that sang so incessantly outside my window. I know many people delight in mockingbirds, but I have long considered them to be the commercials of the bird world: their songs and tones are pitched so that they MUST be listened to, and they sing all the time.

We are completely in love with each and every one of you there on Earth, and we love every aspect of each and every one of you, because we understand that you took on a certain amount of darkness in order to be able to incarnate in that density, in that Earth plane of existence. Everyone who has ever lived has had a certain amount of darkness in them, and very few have been able to make peace with it. Most people fear it, are ashamed of it, or are in denial of its very existence. It’s okay to be who you are; it is perfectly normal and natural to have very dark thoughts and even dark desires, because you are human and you are there to have the human experience.

 I awake, or have I just fallen asleep, to find myself on a stairway. Above me the stairs get brighter and of a looser form. Below me the stairs become darker and more constricted to form. I look at the stairs above me and feel a sparkle of love calling me to climb them. But when I try, I find that an inner pull urges me to turn and go down the stairs below me. I turn to look down the stairway and feel a fear that chills my heart. “Why would I want to go down there?” I say to myself.