Dreams are funny things. I had one last night which showed me in my most awful side trip into darkness. My reptilian brain took over, and I raged. Oh, how I raged! Every once in awhile, my higher awareness tried to intervene, but the rage won, every time. It was ugly. I was ugly.
It showed me what I’m capable of becoming. The rage I expressed is a base emotion which can take over if I lose my sense of who I AM and who I came here to be. I have that choice. It is a result of not dealing with the mixed bag of experiences of my life; the ‘stuffing down’ of feelings.
‘Adulting’ is learning how to deal with the whole of life; the disappointments, the regrets, the missed opportunities, the impulsive decisions, and all the aftermath of each. Stuffing, it seems, doesn’t make them go away—they just wait until they sense a moment of weakness, then they emerge, stronger for having been exercising while in hiding.
The dream was, ironically, a wake-up call. Deal with all the things, dear one! Feel the feelings, understand from whence they come, and file them away under ‘finished’. Then move on. Then move on.
May I learn from the extremes of my dreams, so that my awakened life is truly an Awakened Life.
I’m grateful for the lessons in all their manifested forms.
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