My Kind of Dream


Foundations

I dreamed of a man that looked like Jafar in “Alice in Wonderland~Once Upon a Time”.

He was a Doctor, very intelligent and well spoken. He had a mysterious air about him that intrigued me.

He requested I visit him after meeting him at a cafe he frequented in the States.

He lived in Bolivia. I flew there into an unknown world. It was beautiful. He whisked me away on a romantic view of the city by way of his magic carpet.

I realized I had no interest in him and it seemed the feeling was mutual.

When I ready to leave I mentioned that we had not so much as kissed let alone been intimate with each other.

He told me to sit on the carpet and he began a story.

He said that LOVE was like building a house. First you laid a foundation which we had completed when we met and he invited me to fly too see him.

Second, the foundation must be secure, not flimsy made of sand that would easily crumble come the first storm.

Third were the floors of the house.They too had to be built very sturdy with beams of strong enforcers that would hold the house together no matter what troubles fell upon it.

Fourth the wiring. It had to be connected. This was one of the last things completed and it had to have enough spark to light the entire house from foundation too the roof.
The roof was the covering that protected the house. Without it all inside would deteriorate and dissolve.

He said Love grows, it reaches it potential over time like a beautiful work of art or musical soundtrack. It is not built over night, nor fast and furious. It is not a short-lived sexual escapade of lustful desires demanding fullfillment.

He looked off in the distance for a moment and then continued. A house can be filled with the most exquisite treasures found all over the world. It can have a tapestry of fruit trees, flowers and Cabana’s surrounding beautiful pond’s of Koi fish.

All these material things.

Still the house sits empty of respect, love and laughter.

He then asked me if I would like to build a home.

As I boarded the plane he said by the time the house is completed we will know if we shall live in it together.

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Magic Carpet Ride


Death, Grief and the Magic Carpet Ride

Keep the precious in your heart always, You have to keep them alive, Don’t forget…!

Life is short, enjoy the journey…that’s all we have!

Moreover, there’s no such thing as death, only shape shifting.

The body dies.

The spirit stays.

Angels are everywhere, yearning to help us.

We need only tune into their frequency, acknowledge them and ask.

They always deliver.

In fact, they’re the ones who help us maneuver the magic carpet.

I cannot envision traveling through life without an entourage of accompanying angels wherever I go for comfort, guidance and protection.

Imbuing myself with magic carpet consciousness, which is, in essence, an abiding connection to the universal Force of Spirit and the Divine, I have understood the greatest truth of all: the only thing that really matters in this world is love, love of self first and love of others, as a reflection of the One Love.

I believe now the only real failures in life are not loving fully and not developing our gifts and talents.

The magic Carpet Ride. “Hmmm….” a moment of contemplation. “Hmmm…yes…what makes me think I’m driving anyway?”

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