Election Night Dream
As I slipped into bed last night, I noted rather quickly that I was being sucked into a sea of anxiety that I didn’t generate. After years of applying the tools and practices from the Gold Light Presence, I knew this was an opportunity to practice the Dialogue. When we become aware of an imbalance, honesty-spoken out loud can make things clear and actual about what is ours and what is not. This calmed me almost instantly. Back in the sea of tranquility. I then asked for a dream to show me what I needed to know about my life and work at this now-moment in time, which is not rooted in any consensus ideological government platform. My work is beyond the theater of this construct.
The Dream
I was aware of the state of the world through the broken-down civilization I was navigating—a society that was definitely in transition. The infrastructure was in ruins and the old order “management” barely had it staffed. It felt like those still performing their jobs were just mechanically going through the motions and doing it with very little life-force energy. I was on a guided tour of the disrepair but my guide was not a physical being. The tour guide was clearly speaking from within me, which is not unusual in my dreams. It feels natural.
I am guided to a group of buildings on a hill. There are very few humans here. I see a man, a friend’s husband, walking the grounds. He is confused and genuinely surprised to see me. This is when I became aware that those who remained had been expecting someone new to lead. It was at this moment that I just suddenly knew more about what I was doing there. Like how I would describe a “download” in waking life. When I acknowledged and accepted this new data, I continued assessing the damage and emerging more as a director. The man showed me a set of community buildings that looked beyond repair. I did not react one way or another. I then entered one broken-down but stable building where I knew I would reside temporarily.
A transfer of power
The next step was to walk down the hill and visit another large section of the previous management or government. It was a special building with a special purpose—the energy source for the entire operation. I stepped into the main circular dome or hub and saw a young soldier holding an infant. He was the only one left in this section. The soldier knew that he had to keep the infant alive or everything would die or fall into total oblivion. I stepped up close to the young man and began talking softly to him. I was shown in my mind’s eye, and my body, that the overall intent was for me to take and secure the baby. This would mark the transfer of power.
The young soldier was scared, exhausted, confused, and terrified of what would happen if he relinquished control. He was looping with his words, “This is how you feed the baby. Then we do this to the baby, and then, then, then…” He was regurgitating his military orders but had no emotional connection to the baby. He only knew that his job was an important piece, or mechanism, that ran the whole operation.
I continued to speak gently but purposefully with him. It was as if I were a police officer confronting a mentally ill man holding a baby hostage. There was a lot at stake. At this stage, I moved in very close to the man as he was still disassociated, repeating his orders ad infinitum. I began giving him gentle instructions about what the baby needed at this point, and that it was important for every living being that we turn our attention solely to his needs. I don’t recall saying this part out loud, but because my body was now touching his, I was somehow communing directly with his body, informing the soldier that the baby needed unconditional love, nurturing, milk, shelter, and rest. The soldier then melted and surrendered the baby to me. This marked the end of the dream.
