This lucid creation dream involves my son, Evan. It occurred when he was still trying to kick his dependence on methamphetamine, which he did eventually with great success. He had joined the Army National Guard and just left for Basic Training at Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri, when the dream occurred.
In my dream reality, I silently walked ten or fifteen feet behind Evan along a narrow dirt path enclosed on both sides by tall, vibrant green grass. It was taller than either of us so we could only see the path ahead and behind us. It was as if there was only enough consciousness in Evan’s body to keep it upright and walking, which is why I felt the need to watch over him. I wanted him to wake up and take control of himself.
Suddenly, he turned right and disappeared with a splash. At the spot where he disappeared, a wide hole opened in the grass wall to reveal a large pond, several feet off the path. Evan was swimming under water, ten to twelve feet from the bank. As I watched in horror, four large black water moccasins swam out from the bank under my feet and followed him. Frightened for his safety, I dove into the water behind them. As I swam I noticed a wooden raft about twenty feet out from the bank on the opposite side of the pond and hoped Evan could reach it before the snakes caught up to him, if that was their intent. With relief, I watched as he pulled himself up onto the raft, seemingly oblivious to the fact he had been followed.
Concerned with my own safety as I neared the raft, I took the time to make it clear in my mind that I did not want, or think I deserved, to be attacked or bitten by these snakes. I reached the raft without being attacked and climbed out of the water. As soon as I was seated next to Evan in the middle of the raft the four snakes slithered out of the water and coiled themselves at each corner of the raft. They effectively blocked any escape. Evan seemed oblivious to the danger we faced and sat there mindlessly. Worried, I waited to see what would happen next. Soon it grew dark and I decided it would be even more dangerous to leave the raft at night so Evan and I curled up and went to sleep. I hoped the snakes would give up and go away. When I awoke the next morning I was disappointed because the snakes were still there. What did they want, I wondered. They didn’t attack us when we were in the water or asleep on the raft.
I looked at the snake closest to me and wondered why it and its companions chose to become part of our experience? What was the point? It rose up so its face was level with my face. As we observed one another, I began to think there must be some reason why we’ve come together, something I had yet to understand. Snakes, especially poisonous ones, symbolize death to many of us.
My mother had an irrational fear of snakes, which rubbed off on me. Whenever she saw a snake, even on television, she’d cover her eyes and wish it dead or somehow made to go away. Feeling it was time to face my fear of snakes, I opened my mouth to give the snake access, knowing that if it chose to strike my tongue, I would die quickly because it’s suffused with more blood than most other parts of the body.
Since I was afraid the snake would strike my tongue, that’s exactly what it was in the process of doing before I stopped the action out of sheer panic, which resulted in a blinding flash of light. As my vision returned, the snake pulled its head out of my mouth. It was time to rethink my situation. It was then I realized I was dealing with a trust issue. I had to trust the peaceful intent of the snake as much as it had to trust my peaceful intent. Not only could the snake bite me, I could bite it. Once I understood this, I replaced my fear with love and the snake once again put its head back in my mouth. After a moment, it was removed, my tongue unbitten. It quietly faced me with a calm look in its eyes. Glancing around at the other snakes, I could see that all four of them were standing on their tails watching me.
They were not here for Evan; they were here for me! They were helping me learn to see things for what they are in the moment and not depend on old stereotypes and response patterns to control my actions. I was learning how to change my beliefs, attitudes, values and expectations when they needed to be. I was learning how to consciously create my reality.
With this new understanding, I stood up feeling safe among friends, not enemies. As I bent down to wake Evan up all four snakes dove off the raft, heading to the nearest shore. We dove in behind them. When we stood up to walk onto the shore, we passed them as they waited for us in shallow water, two on each side to form a path for us. When we reached dry land, I turned and bowed to them in gratitude for the role they played in teaching me the difference between fear and trust. In return, they bowed to me as if to say, “You’re welcome.”
Evan’s role in this experience was important too. That he needed my support made me take risks I might not have taken otherwise. Is the universe a great teacher or what? To me it’s the best! I couldn’t have learned these lessons by reading about them in a book and experiencing them in biological terms is too risky. I can die or be seriously injured in a dream and get up and walk away but experience these same things in waking reality and they become permanent consequences relative to this life.
Think about the number of times you’ve changed gears in the middle of an active experience. Sometimes you react automatically, but at other times you think about what you’re about to do. You have insights and impulses. It is this process of thinking, feeling, imagining and changing that’s at the heart of our being. It’s the essential self that knows no bounds, that has no limits except those we impose on ourselves through belief. Consciousness or Energetic Awareness is the god within. We think as easily and naturally as we breathe. Creation is so much a part of our nature we often fail to see ourselves creating “reality” on the fly.
Pete – http://realtalkworld.com
“We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having (creating) a human experience.” – Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
“How you define yourself and the world around you, forms your intent, which, in turn, forms your reality.” – Seth
In other words, we create our reality from what we believe about ourselves, and the world around us.
If we do not consciously choose our beliefs, we unconsciously absorb them from our surroundings.
If our beliefs, attitudes, values and expectations create our reality, can we afford not to question them?
The more we love, understand and appreciate ourselves, the better we treat ourselves, and the world.
Blessings of love and understanding be to us all!
The secrets of the universe lie hidden in the shadows of your experience. Look for them!