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Sleep and dreams are universal human experiences. Scientists tell us that we can expect to spend fully one-third of our lives asleep, and about a quarter of that time engaged in the nightly hallucinations we call dreams. Dreams occur naturally about six times a night and have provided insights into health and wholeness since the beginning of recorded history. Though they don't predict the lottery numbers you might want, they do seem to give us clues to upcoming problems. There is evidence that attention to dreams may reveal upcoming troubles with the body as well as the mind and soul. |
| Everyone dreams every night. They are the means of communication between the inner man and the outer man. And while the dream is happening, the soul is being refreshed. The conscious mind has yesterday, today, and tomorrow to deal with. Each of these are separated with a night of sleep. The subconscious mind does not have the separation of the days; therefore it relates to this time as one continual action. We each need our dreams to maintain a well balanced and energized conscious mind. Dreams are an integral part of the remembering and imaginative mechanism that keeps us mentally and emotionally healthy. Without them to continually remind us of where we are, in soul growth, the mind becomes sluggish. This in turn produces an unhealthy outlook on life and the emotions run rampant. |
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Dreaming can be
seen as an actual place that your spirit and soul leaves every night to
go and visit. The Chinese believed that the soul leaves the body
to go into this world. However, if they should be suddenly awakened, their
soul may fail to return to the body. For this reason, some Chinese
today, are wary of alarm clocks. Some Native American tribes and Mexican
civilizations share this same notion of a distinct dream dimension. They
believed that their ancestors lived in their dreams and take on non-human
forms like plants. They view dreams as a way of visiting and having contact
with their ancestors.
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| There is a part
of me That is rooted firmly in the earth. It is to this grounded, solid
me That I now deeply bow. For without this, There could be no expansion,
No life-giving nourishment Coursing to my tender new leaves, No strong
stem to reach toward the sun. The earth is my home for this incarnation,
And I am blessed.
There is a sacredness which infuses my life As I realize that my own growth is my work. I am the canvas I am the artist I am the paint. I ask that the artist be ever guided by the Artist, And that as I grow, I come to know the perfection Of the unfinished masterpiece That is life. I am a builder, A vehicle for creative perfection To work itself upon the earth. My task is clear and simple, And I am my work in progress. The work goes well And I give thanks. It is my natural state To be filled with joy, A joy that knows from whence I come And who I truly Am. My moods may swing from up to down But behind this flows My joy in life. Depressed emotions draw to me Only more of the same. I leave low vibrations behind As I dance in the warm sun Of this day. From The Essene
book of Days, 1998
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