I had a profound dream last night, as many people are having in these incredible times.
I dreamt I was on a plane with a group of strangers. As the plane was descending there was a realization that the plane had been hijacked. We were going to an unknown location, a location that none of us knew existed.
As we descended we saw from the windows that we were going to a sort of strange industrial complex of buildings. The station was by a huge river, though you could not feel the majesty of this river because it was obstructed by the industrial wasteland.
When we landed we were asked to exit the plane.
Outside we found ourselves in a court yard. There was a pile of masks and heaters awaiting us. People ran to grab them, not really knowing what they were for, nor questioning why they might need them, and fighting amongst each other for the last remaining masks. People then left the courtyard through the only exit available - a larger double door portal where there was no re-entry. Once you were gone inside the building complexes, you were gone.
I saw two beings come out of the double doorway wearing full gas masks who barely acknowledged me. I say beings because in my dream I was not sure that they were human. There was nowhere else from here to go, and I was the last one to enter the complex.
What I found inside was a nightmare.
There were massive rooms and hallways with simulations taking place, different realities and events unfolding, all equally disturbing. There was one room which was like a casino where I found many of the people on the plane had “chosen” to be there. They were gambling at slot machines, oblivious to the horrors unfolding around them.
There were other strange beings in the room who were there to intimidate. They were small ghostly entities in black flying around, keeping people in an ongoing state of panic and fear.
Somehow I made my way out of this room to a corridor where there was a gas chamber. These same beings with gas masks were harvesting the organs of healthy young women.
I kept wandering through these countless corridors and rooms and what I saw was horror after horror, the abject use and abuse of humanity and of life itself.
The last scene that I witnessed was the murder of a woman who was a part of this system, who somehow was trying to protect me. They slit her throat, and I was able to escape through a separate passage because of her great sacrifice.
I wandered up a hill in terror, running from what I had seen.
When I reached the crest of the hill, I looked down upon an incredible vista.
In the valley, in the distance, I saw a gathering of people amongst an exquisitely gnarled grouping of old wise trees. There was a festival of life happening, a market of fresh food, music and dancing, and all that truly nourishes the soul.
As I came upon these people I saw that their clothes were all hand sewn, the food was made from scratch. These people were humans of the old ways, a rebirthing of an indigenous remembrance of life in relationship to the natural world. I went to buy a sweet cake from a woman with two beautiful children. These cakes were hand painted with miraculous scenes of the earth and the cosmos. In that moment I knew and felt I was free again, and that these people were all free people.
From this dream I feel there are two converging and diverging pathways and realities. Whether this dream is allegory and metaphor for energetic truth, or there is some thread of actual truth in the visions, it does not matter in my feeling.
It is about having a choice, here and now.
Two roads diverging, two mind-states emerging, two lives before us:
Human or the Machine
Freedom or Bondage
Self-actualization or Abnegation
Love or Fear
The Sacred or The Profane
Which would you choose, if given the opportunity?
May The Great Sacred Spark of Humanity never die!!!