I Have Enough

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I dreamed that I was in my car trying to park in the bus terminal in order to purchase a bus ticket.  A transit authority official told me to move my car.  I turned right onto the next street to look for another place to park.  There was a hotel, but no parking whatsoever on either side of the street.  Then my car disappeared and I was trying to park my bicycle, but I didn’t have a lock.  A woman from the hotel came up and told me that it was ok for me to park my bike across the street in a partially enclosed bus stop with a bike rack.  So I put my bike there.  It was about a block downhill back to the terminal.

I finally got to the ticket machine.  From there I could see my bike.  I kept trying to put a $5 bill into the dollar slot.  It kept being rejected.  The $5 bill returned faded.  I looked up and my bike was gone.  I woke up stressed.  My immediate thought upon awakening was, “You always make everything so difficult” or “You always do things the hard way.”  Something like that.

I sat in meditation thinking about my dream.  My interpretation was that I had a car, yet I was unsuccessfully trying to buy a bus ticket.  Then the car disappeared and was replaced by a functional bicycle.  I put the bike aside, didn’t secure it, and continued an attempt to force money into an unaccommodating receptacle.  Finally, I had nothing – no car, no bike, no bus, and money that didn’t work.  The question was why, when I had sufficient transportation, was I trying to secure less than what I had?  That search itself expressed a denial of what already existed.  Accordingly, it all went away.

The dream was trying to tell me that I already had what I was seeking.  By denying my sufficiency, I was affirming lack in my life.  Denial is wanting more without acknowledging and giving thanks for what is.

Not knowing who we are and what we have causes us to constantly focus on other than.  Causes us to look for a bus while a car is taking us where we want to go.  Causes us to not value and secure what we have while we persistently covet something more and different.

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Moving On

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Do you ever find yourself repeating something that you thought you left behind long ago? Sometimes life is like a geometric equation.  You think you’ve got it; but, all you really had was how to solve that particular problem.  You aren’t yet as skilled as you thought.

A week ago, I sat in meditation trying to rebalance and reground myself from the week’s drama and trauma with certain family members.  I re-visited the dream described in a previous post and saw it differently.  I was swimming away from shore and from other swimmers, seemingly safe, into open water which didn’t have any boundaries. Then a giant appeared and tried to drown me.  That could be analogized to my family members.  Now I see the giant as them energetically saying, “Don’t change your vibration.  Stay with us.”  If I react with resistance and stress, then I’ll stay at that vibration level.  I won’t be able to move on.

I am changing and some who are close to me are no longer pulsating at a compatible level.  It’s not that they want to hold me back.  They are expressing their vibration level more intensely.  Our paths are diverging and they must shout in order to make themselves heard.  Do I return to their path in order to hear them more clearly or do I keep moving in my new direction?

My dynamics with my family are changing.  Change is always challenging.  This is what I need.  This is what I want.  This is what I must do to move forward in my life.  I am closing out an aspect of my relationship with my family because I want a different way of interacting.  I am moving away, swimming away from that shore.

During my meditation, I realized that, many years ago, I created a circle of ancestors whose purpose was to protect me and act as a gate.  I have many ancestors or associated spirits, not all of whom support my particular journey towards where I want to go and what I want to be.  One of the reasons I took psychic classes was because I was very distracted and distressed by many energies coming at me from all different directions.  This was holding me back, so I requested a protective circle of ancestors whose purpose would be to block those spirits impeding my progression.  My circle of ancestors push me, support me, and protect me as I grow to my fullest potential.

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I Don’t Stand Alone

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Right before I woke up, I had a dream.  I was in open water, but had gone far out by myself.  I could see other swimmers and the shore.  The water was smooth, no waves.  It was a beautiful day.  Suddenly, a very tall man appeared like a giant standing on the water.  He was fully clothed with black hair and a thin mustache.  He looked at me, sank into the water, and began to drag me down.  I screamed for help over and over.  No one could hear me.  The distance between me and the others was too great.  The man pulled me underwater.  I struggled and tried to kick him, but he was too strong.  My last thought before I woke up was, “I’m going to die.”

In my half-dream, half-awake state, I tried to work out a different ending.  I felt that the dream was an exercise.  Something to teach me.  Re-entering the dream, I imagined all of my ancestors surrounding me.  There were too many to count.  You couldn’t even see the shore.  All you could see was the water between me and the man and my limitless ancestors surrounding us.  Then the man disappeared.  He was an illusion.

All of this could be an effect of watching the movie Amistad before I went to sleep.  As well, as I lay in bed, I asked the question, “How will I resolve my current challenge?”  I felt confident that an answer would await me in the morning.  I fell asleep.

Amistad is a true story about Africans who were captured in 1839, sold to Portuguese slave traders in violation of international law, and sold again in Cuba to Spaniards.  Under the leadership of Sengbe Pieh, later called Cinqué, the Africans led a revolt.  Many shipmen were killed except those necessary to return the ship and its surviving captives to Africa.

Unfortunately, the crew steered the ship towards the Americas where they were intercepted by the U.S. Navy.  The Africans were imprisoned as runaway slaves.  Because of international issues of ownership and jurisdiction, the disposition of the captives was ultimately decided by the U.S. Supreme Court who, after three years, ruled in favor of the Africans who were freed and returned to their homeland.

In the movie, while awaiting the Court’s decision, John Quincy Adams tried to emotionally prepare for an adverse judgment.  Cinqué, responding emphatically, referred to his ancestors:

We won’t be going in there alone.  I will call into the past, far back to the beginning of time, and beg them to come and help me.  At the judgment, I will reach back and draw them into me and they must come.  For, at this moment, I am the whole reason they have existed at all.

Something stirred within me as I felt the profundity of this statement.  They must come, for I am the reason for their existence.

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Awaken Into Actualization

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I was on a BART train that had come through the bay tunnel, arriving in San Francisco from Oakland.  The train stopped. Signals indicated that it was out of order.  I jumped off with other people trying to catch a train that had just pulled up.  As we rushed onto the second train, a man ran off past us and out of the station.  I grabbed a seat, took a relieved breath, and suddenly noticed that the back of the train was twisted and dented like a stomach that had been hit hard and doubled in.  It was almost as if it had melted and been molded into this shape.

We all stood in shock wondering what had happened.  Then I thought of the man who dashed off of the train.  He knew. Suddenly, I was filled with dread.  Something was about to happen.  Right now.  A train was coming into the station too fast.  An explosion was about to occur.  Whatever had caused the first train to go out of order and this one to be mangled was about to happen again.  Then I woke up.

In my awakened state, I tried to figure out what had happened.  I chided myself for being too hasty.  I didn’t even look at the train until I was within it.  I was tunnel-visioned.  I had to get on that train.  I had to get a seat at any cost.  Had I taken my time, I could have observed the situation and noticed that something was wrong.  I was in shock when I saw the train’s horrible condition.  That shock made me immobile, victim to whatever was coming.

In hindsight, I see that I have conducted most of my life in this way.  I have made hasty decisions and acted upon them.  I wanted something or someone and I focused on getting it or him with no serious thought of the consequences.  I rarely had a plan beyond acquiring my desire.

Dreaming about a train may indicate a choice of a relatively safe, impersonal, or unthreatening path or course of action and the surrender of a certain amount of control to the collective.  That was me.  I went to law school and, after graduation, to a prestigious law firm because this was acceptable and encouraged by society, family, and mentors.  My mother stated that I finally had a real job, even though I had previously been self-sufficient for twelve years in a job that I loved.

Dreams involving accidents commonly occur during stressful times.  Such dreams may also reflect the making of others responsible for what happens in one’s life.  This was definitely a stressful time in my life.  I lost my job, but not my financial obligations.  At the time, I was also caring for my mother who had Alzheimer’s.  I placed my entire focus on obtaining and keeping another job, giving no thought to whether the environment was demeaning or depleting.

In jobs and in relationships, I experienced adversity, which I blamed on the external, the “other.”  I most certainly did not consider that I chose, I decided, or that I was not yet capable of seeing beyond my acquisitions.

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For You I Have Provided

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Last year, on Day 13 of Oprah/Deepak’s meditation series, the following question was asked: “How would you feel if you were at peace with the timing of change, knowing it was unfolding at the pace which best serves your highest needs?”  Day 13 was about knowing that the fulfillment of desires happens at the right place and time.

I felt that my right time needed to be right then; but, I tried to stick with the plan.  During my own silent meditation, I focused on the mantra, “I am at peace with God’s plan for me.”  I tried to clear my mind of desperation and fill it with trust and faith.  The next morning, I awoke thinking of the phrase, “Por tu te puesto.”  I had no idea what this meant.  I spent an hour or so searching for the meaning by inserting the phrase into the Internet.

There is no such phrase.  The Internet produced “por tu te he puesto.”  This worked phonetically.  When spoken, “te he” could sound like “te.”  According to Google, this phrase translates to “for I have made you.”  I didn’t comprehend why I woke up thinking of such a phrase.  I decided to make it a mantra in my morning meditation.

Thoughts came that I am to be happy.  God made me.  I am a manifestation of the most high God.  It is my birthright to have my desires fulfilled.

I gave the phrase to my friend who is a Spanish interpreter and translator.  Without knowing the context (and I surely could not provide one), she suggested: “For you I have provided.”  I almost started crying.  In trying to get through my challenging times, I continuously remind myself not to worry, that God is providing.  I just need to have patience.  I don’t know why this phrase came to me in Spanish, but it was the assurance that I needed to hear.

I have had hopes for so long.  In addition to so-called practical actions, I’ve been believing and feeling and affirming and praying and meditating.  In some ways, it feels as though my situation has worsened.  Every time I feel like giving up, something odd like “por tu te he puesto” happens.  It’s like some little hook appears to keep me going.  I remember years ago, I went through a guided meditation during which we were to receive a gift and the name of the entity giving it.  I received a rose from Ananda.

At the time, I had never heard this name.  I went to a bookstore to buy the music that had been played during the meditation.  While browsing, I picked up and started reading these cute little books.  To my astonishment, I found that Ananda was the second patriarch of the Buddha.  Years later, I learned that Ananda means pure bliss.  I believe these “weird” incidents are ways that the Universe communicates with me.  I just have to develop the capacity to understand.

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Going Through Darkness to Get to the Light

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I had been somewhere and I was walking home.  I don’t remember from where I was coming, but I had to walk through a dark area.  The area was an upper-class neighborhood where there weren’t many homes.  Those that were there were mansion-sized, surrounded by lots of land with mostly bushes and trees, so that you couldn’t see the houses.  The landscaping was natural, not landscaped.  Turning left from where I was coming, there were no houses, just raised land with bushes and trees.

I wasn’t afraid to walk down the first block to the left because of the light from where I started.  However, I was to make a right on the street after that first block.  This street was very dark.  I didn’t see any lights.  I walked a ways and turned back because it looked like the kind of street where someone would snatch me.  I wasn’t going to walk down that street by myself.

I walked back to where I started.  No one was there.  Everyone had gone.  I couldn’t get a ride.  I didn’t have a choice.  I had to go ahead and walk alone in the dark.  I had to go forward.

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The Door

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The door is a great wooden structure, bordered on all sides by a dark brown textured material found in old houses where craft was an art, not an economy.  I can see the natural black lines of the bark.  It is a huge door standing alone on the earth.  There are no walls.  There is nothing but the door.  An open door.

I am standing in the middle of it.  In back of me is brightness, a yellow-white encompassing glow.  In front of me is darkness, like a dense foggy cloud.  I turn around.  Now, the light is in front of me, the darkness behind.  As simple as that.  Turning around.  Choosing my direction.  I can see through neither the brightness nor the darkness.  Both represent an unknown.  I have no emotional feelings; no intuition about either the darkness or the light.

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