I find myself in a room which is neither large nor small, neither attractive nor unattractive, neither interesting nor uninteresting, neither comfortable nor uncomfortable. The ceiling is high, the walls are lined with books, and there is a long, bare table in the middle. I am vaguely aware that this is a library, but the lighting is dim, there are no chairs, and I am certainly not in the mood for reading at the moment. It dawns on me that there appears to be no reason to linger here, and I spend some moments deciding whether to stay in this room or go somewhere else.
What makes me hesitate is a vague feeling that something is supposed to happen here, as if I have some kind of appointment which I will miss if I leave. This process of vacillation causes me to remain in the room a little longer, and an older man enters. Something about his presence immediately gets my attention, and I know he is a guide. It is a quality of congruence. There are no contradictions in his being, and he acts directly from his core in the moment. He clearly has a mission and a message, but I am full of questions. I feel like this is my big chance to satisfy my curiosity, but he doesn’t seem interested, as if my questions are merely side tracks leading away from the moment.
I say, “Wait a minute! Just moments ago, I was alone here trying to decide whether to stay or go, and then you showed up. But it was only the vaguest awareness that made me stay!” I am fascinated by the idea that I could easily have missed this meeting. I want to know how all this stuff works. He appears uninterested in my questions, and simply stays on course, moving ahead with his purpose. I make another attempt: “Hold on a minute. Isn’t there a connection between the dead and the living, between this world and the spirit world?” Now I have gotten a reaction. He seems to show distaste for the term, “Spirit World.” It flickers momentarily across his face. Then he chooses his words carefully: “There is no difference.”
Instantly, I see what he means, and why my questions are irrelevant. Dead or alive, awake or asleep, we face the same challenge. It’s all the same, and there is nothing to do but awaken to the entire thing and deal with it directly. There is no explanation that will help, and no “Time Out.” I tell him I want to build a big live/work studio that I own. He takes my hand and we go flying through beautiful trees down a long, steep hillside in a wealthy part of Oakland. I am filled with inspiration about accepting the challenge of my life and living my purpose. As we fly through the trees, I notice the leaves turning colors, wonderful colors, lilac, orange and olive, dry and lacy against the pale autumn sky.
Interpretation: It is more important to respond to communications from other dimensions than to ask what is happening, how it works, or if it is real.
