the other night I had a dream that I was being chased by a huge snake -- really big. I was running. At some point, I looked down at my right foot and saw the snake had bitten it. I realized the snake was venomous, and I was going to die. I thought, no, this can't be. And so I changed the dream. I got away from the snake, and it didn't bite me. I looked down at my foot, and it was fine!
A few days later, I realized I had made a decision that did not serve my best interests. I became aware of thoughts making me feel bad about it. I was trying to deal with that in a spiritual way. I was sure I could not change the situation, that it was out of my hands. I was inspired to make a phone call anyway...and found that I COULD make the change I was hoping to make.
Had I accepted the negative voices as true, I never would have made that phone call.
It is all a dream. A sleeping dream. A waking dream. In both of these cases, I was able to change the course of the dream. The more conscious we become, the less we are controlled by mechanical thinking, the freer and happier we become.
Now, it just started raining in Austin, Texas -- and the clothes are still hanging on the line. They were almost dry when the rain suddenly fell down. Oh well. Some things cannot be changed. My clothing must need to be cleansed again...by the rain.
A few days later, I realized I had made a decision that did not serve my best interests. I became aware of thoughts making me feel bad about it. I was trying to deal with that in a spiritual way. I was sure I could not change the situation, that it was out of my hands. I was inspired to make a phone call anyway...and found that I COULD make the change I was hoping to make.
Had I accepted the negative voices as true, I never would have made that phone call.
It is all a dream. A sleeping dream. A waking dream. In both of these cases, I was able to change the course of the dream. The more conscious we become, the less we are controlled by mechanical thinking, the freer and happier we become.
Now, it just started raining in Austin, Texas -- and the clothes are still hanging on the line. They were almost dry when the rain suddenly fell down. Oh well. Some things cannot be changed. My clothing must need to be cleansed again...by the rain.
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