He took me to a beautiful garden, filled with huge colorful flowers and a cute little
bench with dark green ivy vines and gnarley wild grape
vines growing beside it, the perfect frame for the beautiful, charismatic face of
Bob Marley. I was inspired by his supreme presence and
majesty, and in awe and wonderment of his POWER, even in a dream.
We hugged. I told him how much
I love him and miss him. He knew, and was grateful. His
energy vibrated love and compassion. My heart pounded and
I laughed at the absurdity of it all. Yet it was
happening on some other level of existence, a higher consciousness. I was having one of those lucid dreams, the
ones Don Juan (Carlos Castenada) speaks of. You can actually think, know, and
carry on a conversation while in a lucid dream as it is
happening. It's just like when you are awake only you transport your ethereal body to another dimension
while you are sleeping. You are aware of everything
that is happening in real time. You totally remember
everything when you wake in the morning.
"Your guides are
speaking to you in your dreams. Dreams are how they speak
to you when you have not yet made the commitment to
listen to them during the waking state. You can
communicate with them anytime. Make an appointment
with them. If you want them out of your
dreams and into the waking state, tell them so. Make
something of this opportunity to learn and grow your
spiritual life. Always take control and open only to
god-level consciousness. Open to God, the Saints, holy
women and men in street clothing. Look at all as angels of
mercy, fighting the 'armmegedian war'."
Bob stared at me with
the most piercing, beautiful, truly exquisite,
light-filled eyes. "When are you going to do your writing?"
"What writing?"
"You know what writing my dear, the writing you have come to this life to
manifest. Your guides are ready when you are ready to sit
down in a meditative manner and wait for dictation. They
will come to write. You will record what the say. All it takes is discipline. You were born to do this work, communication with the higher realms of consciousness. This is your destiny. The guides have been waiting for you to grow into the
messenger you are meant to be."
I woke up with tears in my eyes. It was my turn to drive. All the way
home I thought about the dream. What writing? I had
written all my life, journals, poetry, letters, stories,
and articles. But what did Bob mean by, "the
writing you came here to manifest?"
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