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Happy Easter, Happy Spring, Happy New Year to all my dear Readers. Today is truly a red-letter day, as your Angels have blessed me with a wondrous dream, which I am to share with you as the Earth awakens in the brightening sun.

Things started innocuously enough. As I lay sleeping in the early morning, I was suddenly alert to an odd scene that appeared before my eyes. I was standing on the west bank, the Buda side, of the Danube river as it flowed through Budapest, the capital of Hungary. My father stood a little diagonally to my right, his back to me, looking over the river, toward the east bank, toward Pest. He was watching the progress of my sister, Zsuzsanna, as she was gently floating on the surface of the water. What was unusual about this entire scene was that she was lying on her back in the water as my father directed her toward the far shore, and she was moving purely by the power of thought. As my father told her what he wanted from her and in what direction to float on the river, she was propelling herself solely by her own thoughts, in order to follow his directions. In watching this scene, I was of course not in the least surprised at what was going on, accepting all that I saw as a matter of course. As I stood on the riverbank watching Zsuzsanna’s progression across the river, suddenly a Presence made itself felt.

Before writing about the Presence, I am guided to tell you in detail all the impressions that I received from it and to set the scene specifically, all the better for you to picture it, my dear Readers. The Danube runs north/south through the portion of Budapest that contains the Parliament Building, a confection of architecture located on the Pest (east) side of the river (this building is worth a trip to The city of Buda lies on the west side of the river; the city of Pest on the east side, hence Budapest. I was standing on the grassy west bank as it sloped down to the water, so I was facing east, with the light behind me, although it was a cloudy day. My father was also standing on the west bank, southeast of me and nearly at the water’s edge, looking across the water, as Zsuzsanna neared the eastern shore.

I could feel the Presence in a northeasterly direction from us, up in the air, invisible in the cloudy, gray sky. This Presence was definitely otherwordly, angelic, female (!), and radiating energy, lots of energy, although I neither saw nor felt any Light. My impression of it was that it was kindly, nurturing, present in an educational capacity, showing me a scene, and then using both the scene and my thoughts about it to delicately guide my interpretations toward what was to become an extremely important conclusion.

As Zsuzsanna’s feet touched the bank, the Presence transmitted the thought to me that Zsuzsanna was doing this bit of water floating out of gratitude to our father for having helped her out so much in her life. Also out of gratitude, she had chosen to dedicate the remainder of her own life to being with him and serving him in whatever capacity he required, putting all her own needs aside and trusting him to whatever he asked of her. That was why she had willingly obeyed him when he had her drift across the water. Absorbing this bit of information from the Presence (and having no idea what all of that information meant), I once again became engrossed in the scene of Zsuzsanna floating along the water’s surface, ignoring the Presence and concentrating on the scene in front of me. It seemed that Zsuzsanna’s motion in the water was by her own power, but the scientist and observer in me wished to test this hypothesis. Toward this end, I suggested an experiment to my father.

“Let’s bring her across the river into the shallower part and ask her to just float in the water. The shallow part will be better, so if she sinks, we can rescue her and she won’t drown.” I suggested this experiment to my father to see whether Zsuzsanna was really propelling herself around the river and floating purely via her own thought power. He agreed to the experiment, especially to being careful not to hurt her. While we were pondering on how to proceed with this idea, my mind was turning, with the gentle guidance and aid of the Presence. I reasoned that Zsuzsanna must be floating across the water solely on the power of her own thought. My father had given the request, and she had fulfilled it by launching herself out onto the water on her back and propelling herself across the water without any physical means. Now, we were going to have her return across the river toward a shallower portion and see what she could do. I contemplated having her float not on top of the water, but above the water. As I pictured her being able to do that, suddenly the insight came to me (with obvious guidance from the Presence) what exactly is occurring when we pray. When we pray, we usually picture a powerful presence outside of ourselves who, if we can be convincing enough, will grant us our wishes. This presence is rather like a genii in a lamp, infinitely powerful, the keeper and distributor of all the goodies we can imagine, if we can only persuade him/her/it to look our way. If we have had a Christian religious upbringing, we usually picture this outside presence as an old man with a white beard (in the image and likeness of an elderly Jewish rabbi), a little touchy, but amenable with enough flattery or bribery: “I’ll be good if you’ll only give me a new car”, you pray, or “I won’t pick on my brother for a year if you just help me pass this test”, and so on. The point is that we focus on a force outside ourselves who can grant us our wishes and desires.

As these images rolled through my mind, I realized in a flash that the purpose of prayer was not to persuade an external supernatural being to take on our cause, but to convince ourselves that we are capable of manifesting our wishes in our lives and giving ourselves permission to manifest our wishes. Since we constantly create our individual universes with every decision we make, we, not some powerful external source, are the ones who manifest (or not) our wishes and desires. Prayer, then, is a way of “softening up” our own innate lack of self-confidence in being able to manifest our wishes.

Have you ever noticed that you receive some things more quickly through prayer, other things seem to take longer, while some things do not manifest at all, no matter how much or how long you pray? Now, at last, we can understand just why these seeming blocks occur.

That which we believe we can achieve is manifested the most quickly, because at some level we know that we are able to manifest them without any difficulty whatsoever. As an example, I know (truly believe) that I can very quickly find items that I have lost, if they are “findable” (not discarded or destroyed). So, when I pray to my Angels to find that doomaflotchy that I lost yesterday, I already expect it to turn up, and it always turns up in amazing short order. Each time, though, I am amazed and thank my Angels profusely for returning it to me. Yet in truth, it was my own knowledge (belief) and expectation that resulted in finding the lost item. In believing and expecting, I kept myself open to the idea of finding the lost article and find it I did. If I had not believed or expected, the article would still be lost, no matter how long I prayed to my Angels, because I would have put myself into a state that did not allow receipt of the lost object. When we neither believe nor expect, no amount of prayer can penetrate that state of non-reception.

That which we have some trouble believing we can receive manifests more slowly, because now we must take time to convince ourselves that we are able to manifest, or that we are deserving of this particular manifestation. Sometimes we have real and long-standing areas in which we have blockages or complete lack of self-confidence, so it can take a very long time before we can believe in their manifestation in our lives. Sometimes we cannot even make ourselves believe that these wishes of ours will ever happen. It is then that prayer seems to become useless. It is not that “God” or the Universe has turned a deaf ear to us. It is that we simply do not or cannot believe that we can/should/will ever have this wish. At these times, prayer seems useless, or that “God” or the Universe has decided not to grant us our wish, when it is only our own fears or other blocks that are in the way of manifestation.

Every minute of every day we create our individual lives based on our beliefs and expectations. Now that you know the true purpose of prayer, use it to soften up your beliefs so that you can begin to manifest the abundance that is your birthright.

The Presence leaves these messages of hope for you:

You will see it when you believe it.
“Therefore I say to you, all things for which you pray and ask, believe that you have received them and they shall be granted to you” (Mark 12:24)
“Prayer changes things” Edgar Cayce

Today’s topic, vision boards, deals with a subject that I had firmly decided was pure wishful thinking, totally without merit. My first and only encounter with the idea of vision boards was long ago on a random episode of Oprah, in which she rhapsodized about setting up a board, pasting on it pictures of all of your dreams, wants, and desires, then sitting back and watching them manifest themselves. Pure hokum, I thought, and promptly put the idea of vision boards out of my head. Well, my Angels foxed me again. Inadvertently and unwittingly, I created a vision board, set it up in the perfect line of sight, instinctively adopted the correct mind-set, and succeeded in manifesting something that I had considered impossible, in a time-frame out of my wildest dreams.

It all started as I was translating into English the first volume of an extremely popular Hungarian fantasy series (sort of “Harry Potter” meets “The Lord of the Rings”). One of the characters in the story is a sporty, little, red, bewitched car by the name of Rouge Red. My friend, Béla (see also Archives, August 31, 2010 Erzsébet the Nutrition Angel and September 1, 2010 Erzsébet at work), and I used to laugh and joke together that once the book was published, I would buy a hot little red car and call her “Rouge Red”. Also in fun, he made the most outrageous claim that she would be a Mercedes Benz, because everyone knows that published authors are a rich lot. No, I told him, Rouge Red is definitely a BMW. We would continue in this vein, being as outrageous as possible, and just laughing our heads off. Great fun.

So, this past February, my elderly BMW (which I had purchased 8 years ago for a pittance as a used car and which now had nearly 200,000 miles on it) ran into a wheel-bearing problem, so I took it to the dealer for service. Usually when I wait for my car, I just sit down in the waiting area and read, because it would do me no good to browse the showroom. Those cars are all shiny and new, but with those price tags, they might as well all be on the moon. For some unknown reason, though, I decided to look around in the showroom this time, unrealistic price tags or not. My eyes fell on a 328xi in vermillion red and I was immediately in lust. Not only love, but lust. Never in my life have I lusted after a car and here I was, hopelessly, helplessly, irrevocably in lust. Immediately I knew that I had met Rouge Red in person. Except that I didn’t have a spare $42,000 in my pocket. Besides that, even if I had had that much money to spend, I wouldn’t spend it on a car, because of the depreciation factor. Still, enthralled, I looked her over. She was perfect: size, color, interior, accessories, you name it, she had it, and it was all perfect. I felt like Dorkness falling head over heels for a supermodel. Sighing, I acknowledged the impossibility of my desires, gave her one last, longing look, and sat back down to wait for my elderly car to be fixed.

Despite not a snowball’s chance in Hell of ever having this little red car in my possession, I did some research on this model BMW and began musing. Just for fun, I also looked up the Blue Book value of my 1999 323i, which came to the grand total of $2,000. That was a bit of a shock, but it gave me a good laugh. My elderly BMW (which I loved driving) was worth way more than that to me, and I gave it not another thought. Over several days, I told some of my friends and co-workers about the car and just generally gushed about it. We all agreed that it’s nice to have a dream and left it at that. But my Angels did not leave it at that. A few weeks later, BMW marketing sent me a packet containing their new offerings for 2012. Included in this packet was a 4X6 glossy photo of a representative car of each of their models. One of them was, you guessed it, a photo of a red 328xi. I laughed out loud. How funny, I thought. Here they even send me a photo of Rouge Red, just to tease me. Throwing away all of the ads, I kept the one photo and put it in a prominent place in my keeping room (kitchen). Each and every time I went past it, I alternately drooled and laughed.

I had a great time telling this story to my friends and co-workers. In the meantime, I began to wonder just how I could have this car in my possession. The best idea I could come up with was to contact the dealer in two year’s time. Perhaps the price would have dropped significantly by then, and I would have a better chance of affording it. A 50% price reduction would sit well with me, as that would put it in the same price range as a Toyota, Honda, or Subaru. Again, though, these thoughts were just idle fancy, for I had truly accepted that having this car in my possession was an unrealistic fantasy. And I was OK with that. Despite my lust, I accepted that I could not afford this shiny machine, no matter what my lust told me. Heaving the sigh of unrequited love, I went about my business.

April came and time to take off the snow tires. Again taking my car to the dealer, I sought out Rouge Red in the showroom. She was gone. It’s just as well, I thought, and settled down to wait. Soon, the service manager, who I have known for many years, came out to discuss my bill with me. Just in conversation, I mentioned that I had looked up the Blue Book value of my car and was shocked at the figure. I told him that it was worth way more than $2,000 to me. We laughed, then he asked me whether I had seen the BMW ads on TV, $328/month for a 328xi. He explained that I could lease that car for 30 months for $328 per month. He told me about another customer who, like me, had an elderly BMW with 210,000 miles on it, and she had leased a car. He said that both he and his girlfriend had also each leased one. “Where else could you get into a $42,000 BMW for that kind of money?” he asked. “Nowhere”, I answered. The thought was intriguing, but I still dismissed it. It still seemed like a pipe-dream to me. Telling him I would think about it, I paid my bill and went home.

The next afternoon, my phone rang. It was a salesman from the BMW dealership, calling me at the recommendation of the service manager. This was amazing. I felt as if the Universe was cramming this car down my throat, no matter that I was not particularly interested. This salesman answered all of my objections satisfactorily. It seemed that BMW could accommodate even the fussiest potential customer. I agreed to meet with him the next day, and then it was all over. My credit application was accepted, they found me my Rouge Red (with a moon/sunroof, no less), and I am now in possession of this impossible dream, leasing it at a price I can afford, with the option to buy it after 30 months for approximately $25,000. I am still in shock.

In shock, I called one of my longtime friends to tell her the story. At the end, she simply said, “vision board”. When that didn’t make sense to me, she told me that pasting pictures on a board, looking at them frequently, and keeping one’s mind open is the fastest way to achieve the results of one’s desires. She, herself, had manifested her horse, Bay, in this manner. Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather. Something I had completely dismissed as bogus had just resulted in giving me something I had desired, and in an inordinately short time. Of course, now I am all afire, with no end of ideas for my new vision board.

Again, dear Readers, your Angels have chosen me as the guinea pig so that through my own experiences you can profit and gain in abundance, both materially and spiritually. The environment needed for success with your vision board is, first of all, a vision, idea, desire. Obtain a picture of it. Look at this picture often. Next, adopt the correct mental outlook for success. This appears to be an open receptiveness, with no urgent requirement for immediate fulfillment. Keep it loose and sweet; don’t grasp and grab (these attitudes will result in failure). Leave it up to your Angels to know the correct time for delivery. Finally, just sit back, marvel, and enjoy as your heart’s desire arrives on your doorstep.

In my travels around the globe, many occasions are presented to me to talk about Angels and the guidance they provide to each of us at every minute of our lives in this earthly dimension. Many people acknowledge being in contact with their own Guides and Angels. Others, however, ask me how to be certain that any particular message is coming from guidance, rather than from their own hopes, dreams, and desires. The experience of my friend, Daphne, serves to illustrate one method used by Angels to increase our awareness, convincing us not only of the clarity of their message but also of its genuineness.

Daphne had been employed at a particular job for the past 12 years. The work was physically taxing, the wages were average, and the working environment challenging. Despite her many complaints throughout the years, Daphne was fairly content in her position. Not long ago, a woman of her acquaintance sought her out to offer her a job that sounded like a dream: Daphne would be able to use her mental skills, including her skill with personal interactions; she would receive a substantial raise; the working environment, while challenging, would offer her support both for her talents and for her personality. This was an “intuition-friendly” situation, where the owner both understood and appreciated the gift of intuition.

As Daphne told me of this offer, Heaven’s scent was clearly all over it. Daphne, herself, however, was not so certain. She hemmed. She hawed. She avoided. Weeks went by. The offer was presented again, this time with an interview with the owner and other high-ranking personnel. They offered her an even sweeter deal. Again, to my senses, the message was crystal clear: leave your old job, take this new one, because you have reaped all the rewards your old work environment has to offer and now must continue your destiny elsewhere. Daphne was not so certain. She told me that she really didn’t mind her old job (although she had complained to me over many years about various aspects of it, not the least of which was the stultifying work environment) and that she wasn’t all that sure about this new job. Leaving her to make her own decisions, I refrained from asking her whether she needed to have her head examined, ignoring this obvious gift from Heaven.

A few days later, Daphne called me to tell me that the Universe has a sense of humor. She told me that she had reported to work on Monday to find that her workload had increased by 1/3. That meant that she had much heavier physical work than usual, not trivial at her age. By Tuesday, her workload had increased by another 1/3, making her even more tired. By Wednesday, she had twice as much to do as usual, with very heavy lifting involved. Quietly I asked her whether she now understood her Angels’ message. She laughed and said she understood very well and was somewhat amazed at how the Universe had so effectively communicated with her. As of this writing, her plans are to accept the offered new position and continue with her destiny in a more congenial environment, with higher pay, and new opportunities to expand her skills.

What can we learn from this example? For one, Heaven is insistent. When it’s time to move on, it’s time to move on. No procrastination, no whining about how comfortable you are in your position, no oozing around the issue by non-action. Daphne was going to just avoid making a decision about this new position and thereby allow it to by-pass her. She allowed weeks to go by without contacting persons involved in the offer. Heaven came after her again in the form of an interview with the owner, no less! and even sweeter deals. Even with this, Daphne had no plans to move. Heaven had used the carrot on Daphne, now it was time to use the stick. Increasing her workload brought home squarely to her what she could expect in the future from her old job. Luckily for her, Daphne was finally willing to accede to Heaven’s wishes and made the decision to leave her old job. From hard, personal experience, one does not want to be on the receiving end of Heaven’s stick.

We can marvel at Heaven’s creativity in this example, as well. Daphne’s destiny has ended at her old job. She has a new one coming up. It is imperative that she arrive at her destiny soon. To this end, her Angels present this new job offer through a close personal friend. Even by then, I could smell Heaven, but Daphne chooses to be uncertain because she is comfortable with her routine, despite her many dissatisfactions with it. Too many times we become comfortable with our old routines and are reluctant to move from them. Importantly, not many of us are convinced that Heaven does, indeed, have plans for us that go above and beyond merely paying the mortgage and vegging out in front of the tube. Our expertise is required in a new environment both for our continued learning as well as for that of the people with whom we will interact. All of Heaven is waiting for us to make the decision to accept our new life. This is important stuff, people, and you are vital to the awakening of world consciousness, no matter how small your circle. So, Heaven presented a deal to Daphne: a new job. Then, when she did not respond, the deal became sweeter. With no response still, Heaven increased the attraction. With no response still from Daphne, Heaven now became serious, presenting her with an ever-increasing work load. The next step might have seen Daphne fired, out the door, on trumped-up charges that accomplished what a sweet deal had not.

From my personal experience, this progression is fairly typical of Angel messages. A gentle nudge is felt, seen, heard, sensed. Sweet promises are made. Sweeter promises are shown. Since Heaven does not wait forever for some of us foot-draggers, it has no compunctions about using a nice, heavy stick on us, showing us just exactly what is in store for us unless we pay heed to Heaven’s call. Let us be smart, my dear Readers. Let us practice constant awareness and vigilant attention so that we can play our part wholeheartedly in living our lives to the full in the richness intended for us by our Angels.

Many previous posts have dealt with the subject of expanding your creative ability by experimenting with manifesting dreams and goals outside of your comfort zone (see Archives). While people seem comfortable with the idea of dreaming and realize that they use it every day to bring things into their lives, I have become aware of and encountered some conventional wisdom in regard to dreaming that seems to go against actual experience. I am presenting this topic in an effort to understand the source and objective of this conventional wisdom. I am also very interested in readers’ thoughts on this post in particular. Perhaps your Angels will speak to you and through you to me, because just at present, they are not speaking to me, at least not on this topic.

In discussing dreams and dreaming big, for some reason, there persists among many people a kind of conviction that dreams ought not to be specific, but should be left open and up to the Universe to decide. For example, one would ask for an ideal mate but have no specific person in mind, allowing the Universe to pick the specific person. Another conviction I have encountered is if something is not manifested quickly, you’re on the wrong track and need to give up. Let us examine these issues of specificity and persistence.

In regard to specificity, my own experience has been at odds with most advice I receive. People tell me to avoid specificity, yet I find myself embracing it continuously in my daily life. For example, at age 9, I desired most of all to have my very own bicycle, a blue Schwinn. My parents were too poor to buy one, so I determined that I would wash dishes and do whatever it took to get that bicycle. Receiving a nickel for each time I did the dishes, I became the dishmaster, saving every cent and watching them mount up in my little savings book. It took several years, but one day, a new, beautiful blue Schwinn bicycle was in my possession. I had that bike until I outgrew it and began driving a car. For another example, in my early 20’s, I wanted a kitten, but knew it would be in my life at a later date. I knew that he would be a little male kitty. I cast about in my mind for a suitable name, desiring one that had dignity and was a little out of the ordinary. “Rutherford” came to mind one day. Perfect! Three years later, I had in my possession an 8-week-old male kitten, coal black, with green eyes, named “Rutherford”.

Most people I know also are very specific in their dreams, perhaps even without realizing it. One of my co-workers had planned each of her pregnancies, specifying even the sex of the babies, all of which came true. Her last pregnancy came a few months later than she had planned, but she did get pregnant and had a boy, just as was her dream. In shopping, too, for example, we are very specific in our grocery lists. Let us say that you need carrots. You go to the store, expecting to find carrots. The store is out of carrots. Do you then throw up your hands and say, “Oh, well. I guess the Universe doesn’t want me to have carrots because they’re not here. Guess I’ll use zucchini instead.”? Probably not. If you’re like me, you’ll drive to the next grocery store and find those *&#% carrots because, dad gum it, you need them for the chicken soup. Or say you’re out of shampoo and CVS is out of your favorite brand. Do you then throw up your hands and say, “Oh, well. I guess the Universe doesn’t want me to buy that shampoo. Guess I’ll buy some other brand instead.”? If you’re like me, you’ll drive to the next store to get the exact shampoo brand that you desire, because that is what is in your dream. If you examine your teensy, tiny everyday dreams, I believe you’ll find them to be quite specific. I believe, also, that most of you, like me, will move heaven and earth or alternatively, wait, until your specific dream can be realized. Why then, would your friends and acquaintances counsel you to avoid specificity in your choice of ideal mate and amount of money you wish to manifest? I am at a loss to understand this and hope that some of my readers can bring some insight to this question.

As to persistence, yesterday’s post (October 15, 2010 Persistence Pays) addressed the idea that if results aren’t seen quickly, you’re better off to abandon your dream because you’re obviously on the wrong road. Once again, my experience is contrary to conventional wisdom on the topic of persistence. In dreaming my little dream of owning a Schwinn bicycle, which, by the way, was a huge dream for a nine-year-old with no visible means of buying it, I was in it for the long haul. I washed dishes until I had dishpan hands and then washed some more. I saved every cent. I watched my nickels grow. After years of this persistence, not only was a Schwinn bicycle in my possession, but the blue Schwinn, not the red one or the green. I did not look around at day 5 of my dream, find no bicycle, and say, “Oh, well. I guess the Universe doesn’t want me to have a bike. Guess I’ll give it up.” I just kept at it, not looking back. With Rutherford, too, it was a full three years from the time I first thought of him until he actually came into my life. The surprise was his color. I didn’t expect him to be coal black, but then, I didn’t really have a color in mind. As for the outlot attached to my current house, which my neighbor absolutely refused to sell to me, that took a full eight years before the land was mine. In none of these cases was success immediate, but required time and persistence to achieve. Even Thomas Edison had a bout with persistence. It took 10,000 tries before he found the right filament for the lightbulb, a filament that would stay intact and not burn up immediately. Where would we be today if he had thrown up his hands at try #52 and said, “Oh, well. I guess the Universe doesn’t want me to find a filament. Guess I’ll just put up with candles.”?

There are bazillions more examples in both specificity and persistence that I could mention and even more that each of you can find in your everyday lives. I am very interested in your input and thoughts about the dichotomy between actual behavior and the current conventional wisdom on these two topics. My hope is that you will share with each other and with me, shedding the light that Thomas Edison so thoughtfully gave us through his specificity and persistence.

An on-going theme of many of these posts has been that of dreaming and of dreaming big, i.e., dreaming out of your comfort zone (see Archives). I have written that your Angels have designated me as Supreme Guinea Pig in the dreaming big department as the pioneer who paves the way. Their idea is that if I, an ordinary mortal, am able to achieve the objects of my definite purposes in life (see Reading, Think and Grow Rich), then you, too, are able to achieve the same results, as you, too, tap into your divine nature.

In this journey, which began in the week of April 27, 2010, I have encountered many milestones and obstacles. An initial euphoria gave way to paralyzing fear, which lead to nail-biting doubt. Between my readers’ kind encouragement, which I acknowledge with sincere, heartfelt thanks, and my dogged persistence in following the guidelines laid down by Napoleon Hill (see reading, Think and Grow Rich), I have transcended euphoria, fear, and doubt and have entered a solid, steady driving pace, much like the long-distance runner who is in the race for the long haul.

In the midst of this smug self-congratulation, your Angels would like to point out that two of their insight flashes* contributed directly to my new-found steadfastness and aided greatly my subsequent feeling of calm acceptance.

One of these flashes contained the following message of supreme import: it does not matter what we dream because everything on this dimension is a dream (see also Reading, A Course in Miracles). For those of you who have read and studied A Course in Miracles, this statement comes as no surprise. For everyone else, this statement can seem revolutionary. Yet, even in New Age circles, it is understood that we—humans collectively—created the Universe in a dream as a joke, then forgot the joke. As an analogy, think back to some of your sleeping dreams which you create, at how vivid they can be and imbued with such detail. The sky is not just blue, but perhaps azure blue or cerulean blue, or even a hazy, pale blue; dotted with not just clouds, but with cumulous clouds or cirrus clouds. The sun feels hot. The water feels cool and wet. Riding on a rollercoaster gives the sensation of going up the track and the weightless feeling as it plummets can be enough to awaken you. As your sleeping dreams are complete to every last minuscule detail, so are your waking dreams: our own private universe, the one through which we move while we are awake.

As we feel no guilt, remorse, regret, or any other negative emotion while experiencing our sleeping dreams, we need have no qualms, then, either, about our waking dreams. Understanding that everything around us is a dream—which we have created—we can then experiment with other kinds of dreams. Just as a body builder often flexes muscles as a test of prowess and to push toward the next level, so extending the size and shape of our dreaming flexes our spiritual muscles and makes us stronger spiritually as, through dreaming, we come to recognize our divine nature.

The second insight flash has this message at its heart: everything in our immediate universe is the result of a past or current waking dream. Look around you to see what you have manifested for yourself: your abode, the articles in your abode—furniture, rugs, knick-knacks or lack of them, lamps, pictures, and so on—your occupation, your friends. Even more personally, your personality, your physical appearance, clothing, jewelry, hair-style, shoes, make-up or lack of it. As an exercise in awareness, take a look at all of the elements in your universe as being the result of someone’s waking dreams. What does this say about that person? If you were to take charge of the dreaming, what would you change? What would you keep?

Let your dreaming, therefore, be guiltless. As co-creator of the Universe with God, your divine nature will shape the future from a position of love to benefit you and all who enter your world. Play, my children, and so learn to embrace your divine nature.

*An “insight flash”, also called a “thought ball” by Robert Monroe (see Reading, Journeys out of the Body; Far Journeys) is a unique Angelic transmission of information containing sight, sound, smell, taste, feeling, and touch. I will describe this in more detail in a later post.