…. or was it a vision? Some might say its a ‘phase shift’ or drifting between worlds. Whatever it was, it came with an insight.
I was awake and yet knew myself to be dreaming. The dream unfolded in great detail in the time it took for me to draw a breath.
The world was in chaos. Massive change – unlike anything we had ever known or could likely imagine – was unfolding all around me. With each passing moment, we moved closer to the annihilation of this world as a gateway to the next. Like turning the page of a book, knowing that the next page would not be seen until it folded over and completely covered up the one that came before. Perhaps this has been our journey, all along.
I knew I could fly. Gigantic wings had taken shape on my back. Frantically, I went from one agonizing person to the next, pleading for them to pay attention… to notice… that they were no longer the same; and that they could rise up from where they stood and remove themselves from the chaos.
Most refused to look, not daring to risk that it might be so. They spoke of the destiny of their dying. They spoke of punishment and retribution; of getting what they deserved. They spoke of hopelessness and futility; of the essential end that was unfolding where we stood. They refused to look and so their inability to see became their reality.
Others moved from their belly to their knees… sensing the weight on their back… feeling the movement of something pressing against them. Still, they would not look. They spoke of fatigue and despair; of their time having come and of their lost interest in having any life course through their exhausted body.
Still others stood and felt and knew… yet they stood still. They spoke of their fear…. fear of trusting… fear of failing… and the fear of being alone. What if they fell? What if they went the wrong way? How could they leave others behind? How could they live when so many around them were dying… when so many were choosing to die?
It passed quickly. I felt my body begin to lift out of the chaos… begin to move into where the light was bright and the air was clean and full of the sweet smell of life expanding. And although it was different, it was still my world – only bigger, brighter and more compelling. Each breath felt like the exact one that I was to take. And each breath led easily and effortlessly to the next.
I looked around and saw my new world was filled with others…. so many others who had chosen to see and to trust and to engage. Some stood alone, having left others behind, trusting in the perfect moment of having done so, and yet saw around them so many others who had made the same choice. In that alone-ness, we were together.
In this world, there is no untruth. In this world, there is the moment and all the life that is bursting from it! In this world, it unfolds as a reflection of our unfolding Self.
In many ways, that is my life. I can share. I can invite. And I know that I cannot cajole, connive, convince or choose for other than myself.
I am letting go. I am choosing to notice my wings, to unfold them and to fly. In the moment of that choosing, no matter how ‘alone’ I may think myself to be, I know that I am surrounded and in the very best of company.