The last few weeks have been random and extraordinary and questioning.
Everything is starting to
the stakes are rising.
My life is constantly testing me
I am constantly testing me
To see just how badly I want it all.
How much I need it.
How commited I am to my mission this time around.
It’s interesting. As illuminated as my path feels, it seems I’ve been taken away from my emotional connection with others as much. I just don’t have a great enough source of involvement for myself and EVERYONE around me. My life has settled into the original core of friends that I’ve always and will always have.
Great movements are happening.
The symbols happen in my dream.
Being directly impacted by something so much greater than me.
Constant dreams of tsunamis and plane crashes. At least three times a week. Always a different scenario, always with different people, or in different places, but always the same theme.
Last night inside the back of my eyes
A metal bird that ceased to fly.
Diving yet floating like a paper plane
Swiftly we tumbled to the earthy terrain
Always in my dreams this sensation of falling and being unable to control it haunts me. Only this time, just before we hit, I suddenly yell out to my two friends “We’re going to be okay aren’t we? Of course we are!”, and instead of the plane crashing, or me waking up, the plane perfectly lands and we’re fine.
The movements in my dreams are happening, and are coinciding with my waking life. It’s almost as if I have more control over the progression in my dreaming world, and my waking life is simply a projection of what’s going on within me.
The more I’m able to control in my dreams, the more it seems my waking life turns itself into what I want it to be. A living dream.