Giving it is how you keep it

Analysis of dream submitted by Anonymous in Melbourne, Australia.

Dream- I was riding a bike uphill and came to train tracks.  Red lights started flashing.  I stopped as a train passed. Lights continued flashing when train was gone.  I chose to walk my bike across the tracks. On the other side, a small piece of green track shaped like a sideways U-magnet appeared on the ground.  The track came into contact with my front bike tire.  My eyes were distracted.  When I looked back at my tires, they were flat.  I was unconcerned. I sat on my bike to ride down a bumpy hill.  I was in unfamiliar woods.  I asked directions from friendly people. This seemed to me as a round-about route.  Something did not want me to reach a destination as fast as other parts  of me.

Predominant feelings- impatience, anxiety, confidence, determination, and reassurance.

Interpretation-  This reminds you a body is a physical framework that "tires" out.  You control it from an outside vantage point.  Take heed of perceived warning signs.  You do not lose things unless you do not value them and choose not to want them.  As you realize you are okay without what you think you need, this is what you hope and do experience.

Your creations are not your only sense of reality.  You have trained yourself not to recognize certain details. You wish to recognize what is true and natural.  Walking through wilderness prompts you to value each stage of transition.  You grow to value your instincts differently, to give into your core self and strengthen what it means.

Part of your mind does not feel responsible for itself.  You realize this ego is incapable of trust.  You are unable to perpetuate an illusion about other people unless you are already perpetuating illusions about yourself.  As you realize how you see illusions, you begin to sense how you may be overly-dependent on a system of reward and punishment. 

That you struggle to ride a bicycle draws attention to anxieties about balance  and how you feel about making it on your own.  Part of you continues to forge ahead.  Deep down, you sense you are already successful as you are.  This is a lesson in expanding your perception and learning that yoru creative power shapes unfolding events in your life.

What would it be like to live in a world of no form?

An avid learner will evolve to sense that no image will ever represent the truth.  All that is cannot be interpreted or described with accuracy.  Experience has languages.  What would it be like to live in a place with no discernable form?  Would you feel alienated?

Many people are unaware that they project images with their senses that they believe must be reality.  Each picture comes to be in some sense unsatisfying.  That is why you change jobs, relationships, circumstances.  You get what you need and move on.

What if each experience you have is another step toward existence with awareness of an infinite land of the formless?  You would still have certain potential to project images and create different levels of learning.  Would that connect you to deeper caverns of soul?

Just for a moment, imagine that material is everywhere like some forgotten clay and you are in charge of the magic pottery wheel.  Your consciousness personifies the potter.  Your creative process is the bridge between perceived inside and outside worlds.  You are constantly reforming and reshaping your bigger picture.  Where are you right now?

When have you felt ahead or behind?

People around you are all at differents stages of self-awareness, just like your energy fields vibrate differently and you live on phases of your life. What would it take for you to let go of a need for more or less that you are?  Have you lost a sense of balance?

Many people evolve to find themselves perpetually contemplating one thing or another.  Does it feel right? Would that be the best decision to make? Could you catch up with those friends who are at a different level? Do you really desire to do that?

Your life is aboutyour own comings and goings in the physical world.  Each perceived ending is another beginning.  You can grow to trust that your highest nature will emerge amidst whatever seems to be unfolding around you.  You must claim your greatness to experience what it means to be in the right place for you at this moment.

In essence, you are never ahead or behind.  You seek obscurity as a means to move beyond the obvious.  Whenver you sense you are not where you should be, then you are preventing soul from guiding you.  Listen and learn.  Fantastic revelations are emerging.

Would you like to learn more about Everyday Angels?

I heard a meaningful, public talk by Jan Hunneybell in Ringwood, (Melbourne suburb) and wish to share some of her poetry with you. I would encourage you to explore her website at http://www.aninspiredthought.net  

EVERYDAY ANGELS

This world is just full up with everyday angels,
They’re in every house and down every street,
And if you so choose, you will see there’s an angel
Dwelling within everyone that you meet;

Some may be angels of love and good fortune,
Others are angels of challenge and pain;
The world’s overflowing with everyday angels
And if you can see this, there’s so much to gain.

If you treat all others as you’d treat an angel,
With tolerance, humour, respect and good grace,
You’ll find that you too are an everyday angel,
With kindness and love in the smile on your face.

Angels of mercy help when we’re in trouble,
They pick up the pieces when we’re in despair;
Angels of laughter help brighten the good times,
And help when life’s hard and we’re getting nowhere.

There are angels of love, (they are quite often mothers),
Angels of courage to overcome pain,
Angels of hope and of deep understanding
And angels of comfort who help take the strain.

This world is just brimming with everyday angels,
They’re found in our neighbours, our family and friends.
Look and you’ll find you’re surrounded by angels –
It’s wonderful what priceless treasures God sends.

So, next time you’re snappy, or moaning or grumpy,
About to be nasty to someone you love,
I just want to say, ‘Never shout at an angel,
They’re precious; don’t hurt this great gift from above’.

You never know when you’ll have need of an angel,
So don’t be unloving and drive them away;
By seeing each person you meet as an angel
There’s guidance and help every step of the way.

And finally, know that our children are angels.
Treat them that way and they’ll flourish and grow
Into confident, competent everyday angels,
Healing the world with their energy flow…

When all are uplifted by angelic graces,
And all hearts pour love out like bottomless springs,
Theyll spread their light out into all the dark places
And by doing so they will all earn their wings.

~Jan Hunneybell, 02 Sept 2000

What would you do?

What would you do? You make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?' The audience was stilled by the query.

The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.' Then he told the following:

Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.' Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt.

His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field.

Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat. At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?

Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball. However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.

The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher. The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball ... the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.

He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home. All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay!'

Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third! Sha y, run to third!' As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.

'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'. Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!