About 30 years ago, I had a dream I will never forget. The sensation of it was so expansive, yet terrifying. It was the most surreal yet symbolic dream I have ever experienced.
The dream begins with the visual of white and pastel-tinted clouds and equally white with pastel-tinted mountains. The sensations I felt were that of pure bliss and tranquility. I was very excited to have found myself atop that mountain.
You see, ever since childhood, I have been spending my time in my dreams searching for the higher and lighter places and planes I knew to exist, yet always becoming further and further away from these magical places that I can’t quite remember.
So, yes, I was extremely excited and happy to be experiencing the frequency I was, high atop that mountain in the clouds.
After basking in sensations of expansiveness, joy, and what I feel nirvana might feel like, there was an unspoken communication with Higher. (My high self? My spirit guides? God? Goddess?) Then suddenly, I was wooshed down and away. Very far away.
I became aware of my feet standing on solid ground and looked around.
On a plateau or mesa, I looked down upon a treacherous, craggy expanse with geological obstacles, dangers, and darkness. The earth was carved up, not unlike a labyrinth, and there was no telling how deep and dark the actual walking ground was. It went on and on like this, gradually getting higher and higher. Far off in the distance, way up in the sky, was the mystical white mountain top, surrounded by clouds.
Perplexed, I remember wondering what this vision was about. There was more unspoken communication with Higher, and then it dawned on me. I would have to physically walk through that place to get back on top of that mountain.
I woke up in a panic and was upset about this dream for years. I wanted life to be easy-breezy and like what I had experienced at the top of that mountain of spiritual elevation.
I’m still not all that happy about having to walk through the valley of the shadow of death. There have been many times when I feared evil. I’m not a picture-perfect child of the sun. But at least now I am in calm acceptance of my experience here on earth, in this body, doing this work.
