I awake each morning to a dream and return to reality when I sleep.

Essaim d’abeille | January 30, 2010

I am at a park picnicking with Apollo and Donovan. Next to us is a table of about 7 men in suits with papers, brief cases, and food all over their table. These men are yelling at each other loudly and swearing up a storm. I quickly get annoyed by their foul language in front of my son so I walk over to ask them to quiet down or stop swearing. This causes them all to start yelling and swearing at me. Randomly I see two of those metal strips, that go at the bottom of doorways to separate carpet, laying on the ground. I grab those and jump up on the table and start beating the men in the faces with them. As I’m working my way down the table, I notice Donovan took Apollo and left. Suddenly one of my metal strips break in shards as if it were glass. I get to the last man at the head of the table and he shouts “Look gentlemen! This is exactly who we need!” I lift my hand to strike him with my remaining piece of metal when one of the bloodied beaten men comes up behind me and stabs a syringe into my neck. I black out. When I wake, I am strapped down to a hospital bed with IV’s in my arms. I go to get up but instead of getting up I leave my body. I get further and further away watching my body as if I were a camera person zooming out. As I get further I see that the room I am in has two scientist people in it checking machines and taking notes. As I get even further I see the walls are made of glass. As I get even further I see my glass room is in the middle of a huge, almost endless space with a white fog. Out here there are giant alien-like bee hives covered in average sized bees. As I zoom out the farthest I see that my glass room is perched on top of thousands of orange boxy robots who are constantly moving and changing places. Once I get here, I rapidly fly back into the room, into my body. I wake up.


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I'm still not sure who I am yet. "I am that which I am and I am pleased with it, joyful in it. And you are that which you are, and while it is different, perhaps, from that which I am, it is also good. And because I am able to focus upon that which I want, even if there are those differences between us that are dramatic, I do not suffer the negative emotion because I am wise enough not to focus upon that which brings me discomfort. I have come to understand as I am one who is applying the law of allowing, that I have not come fourth into this physical world to get everyone to follow the truth that I think is the truth. I have not come fourth to encourage the world into a world of conformity or sameness. For I am wise enough to understand that in sameness, in conformity, there is not the diversity that stimulates creativity. And that in focusing upon bringing about conformity I am pointing toward an ending rather than a continuing of creation." - Abraham Hicks







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