“Of course it’s happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it’s not real?” . – Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2. Albus Dumbledore speaking to Harry Potter.
AI input: Some say that this quote validates things that happen inside of us, even if they don’t happen in the outside world. Others say it helps to accept anxiety as a real part of ourselves that we can overcome.
Content Catalyst
Continuing from the previous post. [Link.] I had a waking vision triggered while working with the content on P.K. Dick and The Matrix.
Side note: The Matrix is now scheduled for a 5th installment. No Cast details yet. Source.
Spirit Guide at work
Anxiety Dream as a teaching tool.
Pausing as I enter a hallway to exit the scene, I inadvertently position myself in the middle of the doorway because I am still talking to someone.
A man wants to pass and asks me to move over. Acknowledging him, I quickly apologize and move to the side. However, rather than pass, he stops beside me and puts his hand on my side. There is increasing pressure as he holds his hand firm against me. Something is odd about this interaction, and inexplicably threatening to me.
Emotionally triggered by his action, I feel myself begin to panic. His hand is palm flat at the lower part of my back. I sense this as trying to establish a cord.
He has shoulder length brown hair, cut in a bob, head tilted down. Bangs hide his face. I don’t know him and can’t identify his features. Everything about him registers as neutral, non-threatening.
Stern voice, I say, “Please remove your hand.” No response. Instead, he seems to be amused. I can see a partial smile.
I try to scream for attention – knowing we can be seen by others. He chuckles and mimics me with a vocalization that sounds like a child whining. I am becoming more uncertain of his motive. I change the tone and start to yell again as I notice my body is reacting and the physical response is elevating into terror.
I shift my focus to an examination of the experience. What is happening to me? {It is this point in the dream I begin to split my view – less first person and more observer.} Realization: I am experiencing extreme fright. I don’t have dreams like this.
I think more about it. This is what terror feels like… This is how people die in their sleep. Not good. I need to decompress. The more I question my reaction and examine it, the less I identify with the fear. I still feel it but I am aware this is not mine. I don’t want this!
The scene is gone. Not quite awake. Heart still pounding. Breathing fast. Adrenaline rush for real! I haven’t had a dream like that in decades! The terror was intense.
Aware of the traumatic dream scenario. Eyes still closed. It was as if I was intentionally removed from that scene. Divine intervention.
Up through the Mist
Transported to a space where everything is white. Like the scene shared by Harry and Dumbledore at King’s Cross Station. Wispy, cloud-like. Brilliant white space. Difficult to describe beyond the visual because it is immersive. I am a visitor in this place.
I see movement emerging from the mist and wonder if it is the dragon friend who had recently introduced himself to me. Protection? Not a dragon, rather, a horse emerges from the mist, and gallops toward me. A beautiful palomino.
I am given a few moments to watch as the horse gallops unrestricted, yet suspended in place. Horse totem is my symbol of freedom. I am free, the cord is cut. {There is more to the Horse symbol. I’ll address that in the next post.}
Segue to the next scene. The air is filled with tiny colored dots the size of a pin head. They remind me of cake sprinkles, tiny beads hovering in the air in front of me. Various colors, including pink, blue, yellow, orange and green. No red. The dots are suspended in a uniform arrangement – equidistance apart without touching each other.
The display is intended to represent sub atomic particles. What thoughts are made of. Energy at the base of everything. Again, I am immersed in this scene. The dots are being presented as suspended across the space in front of me. I can view them but they are not enveloping me.
Somehow this scene also has the effect of being a liquid environment. One small group of pink dots goes rushing through the greater mass, representing a thought, like a school of fish. The group zooms forward and crosses in front of me.
Being in that space was extraordinary. I kept saying, thank-you for letting me experience this. Over and over. I also knew the intense emotion of the dream was a catalyst and a trigger for the elevated state. In this case it took an adrenaline rush of fear to set the stage for a transcendent moment. Amazing!
It was impressed upon me that every form of being, of life, of creation, at the core, carries this beauty. The trigger for my experience was the emotion of extreme fright, evolving into terror. The scene changed when I questioned the terror and shifted to an objective state of awareness. The message is – the essence of beauty is ever-present – a building block – even at the core of extreme terror. Beauty exists in the particles.
Might be why the antagonist laughed when I reacted with such intense aversion to his touch. I could not comprehend what was happening or what could happen and became frightened, thinking he was somehow in control of me. The effect was intended. In reflecting my fear back to me as if I were a child, he was telegraphing the exercise.
After I took myself out of the equation and became the observer – recognizing that I was amplifying my fear, I then began to understand how such an emotional state could trigger a heart attack – and I would need to tone it down. That revelation changed the scene.
Empowered Insight
Everything dissolved as soon as I stopped reacting.
Everything had been so fluid. When the horse disappeared and the scene changed, I was shown a sea of [very tiny] colored dots that represented what I understood to be subatomic particles – bits of information. Beauty. Trying to explain or define it, I had to look it up.
“In this radical view, the universe is a giant supercomputer processing particles as bits.” Link.
I still don’t have words. What I witnessed was exquisitely beautiful.
I learned from that brief interlude that our emotions are incredibly powerful. Spirit guides and guardians jump in to assist when the student is ready for a new lesson.
Night dream emotions are equal in potency to day dream emotions. We carry our fear wherever we go. That fear can trigger a heart attack. Change happens from within. Wherever fear resides, emotional turmoil is a close companion.
In Beauty born
Trust can be challenging to maintain. Support from a higher power is the reward. Magic happens. Thoughts are things – and particles dissolve mountains from the inside out. Beauty is at the core of every particle. Make friends with the particles and the world turns over a new leaf.
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