I woke up sitting behind the steering wheel of a car, driving down an empty highway at high speed. Anxious to reach my destination, wherever that might be because I wasn’t sure where I was going, I continued driving at high speed. Off in the distance, an arching concrete bridge appeared in the distance. As I neared the bridge, my alert antennae went up because I thought I could see piles of dirt and debris on the surface of the bridge. As I got closer, I began to see ducks foraging for food on mounds of dirt. Slamming on the brakes, I came to a screeching halt in a cloud of exploding dust and squawking birds. Leaving the car parked sideways, I got out and walked to the top of the bridge. A large section in the middle was missing. If I had kept going, I would have driven off the edge and crashed into the water and concrete below. Looking off into the distance, I could see my destination. It was a lone farmhouse off the side of the road, several miles beyond the bridge.
Determined to complete my journey, I walked down and around the end of the bridge. Standing at the edge of a shear cliff, I estimated that the river was about thirty to forty feet below below. Short of jumping, I couldn’t see any way down. Desperate, I looked around for something to use – a tree, a rope, a ladder, anything would do. Nothing was to be found. Suddenly, I noticed a tree right in front of me that hadn’t been there before. It was perfect! It was just the right size to climb down. Puzzling over this mystery, I jumped across a small gap to the trunk of the tree and climbed down to the ground below, all the while, thinking: “I know this tree wasn’t there the first time I looked. Where did it come from?”
Dirty, muddy and smelly, I had second thoughts about wading or swimming across the river to the other side. So, what did I do? I looked around for another way to get cross, one that would keep me clean and dry. Behold, another “miracle”! Either that or I was guilty of a gross oversight. Right there, standing in front of me were two mules, one black and one white. They reminded me of the two mules I passed every day as I drove my bus on Starr Road through the town of Windsor, north of Santa Rosa. Thrilled by my good fortune, I stripped and bundled my clothes to keep them dry.
Turning themselves around in the water, as if to accommodate me, the two mules backed up to the shore to make it easier for me to stay dry while I mounted them. Tying my clothes around my neck and balancing them on my back, I slowly climbed onto the back of the white mule. Then, I leaned forward far enough to reach one arm and leg over the the back of the black mule. Finally, an arm wrapped around the neck of each mule and one leg stretched over each broad back, I was ready to go.
Walking slowly, side by side and belly to belly, the two mules carried me across the stream as I hugged them both in great appreciation and camaraderie. When we reached the other side of the stream, I slipped off the mules and stood on the opposite shore, dry as a bone. In the magic of the moment, I hugged both mules with great affection as I continued to wonder if these were the same two mules I passed every day on Starr Road. After dressing, I said my final goodbye and set off for the farmhouse.
Before ending the dream, I felt compelled to turn around. As I completed my turn, the landscape changed from a barren and dusty emptiness to a commercial fishing pier, complete with shops and buildings. Popping up in the air a few feet away, was a magnificent framed portrait of a white mule’s head, the same mule I had just ridden. His left profile was showing as he looked forward into the distance, his ears pricked forward. Suddenly, he came to life and turned to look at me. After giving me a huge conspiratorial wink, he returned to his original pose as if nothing had happened. One minute, he was a still life and the next, he was real, so real, I started to look for the rest of his body beyond the edge of the frame. What magic!
My Mule Team In Waking Reality
Driving north through Windsor the following day, I couldn’t wait to see my two mule friends on Starr Road. Normally they grazed peacefully in different areas of the coral, seemingly unaware of each other or their surroundings. But today, they were both standing near the edge of the road, staring back at me as I drove by. With a look of great awareness and excitement, they both followed my movement as I drove by. They looked directly at me, not the bus. Both stood together, belly to belly, just as they had in our dream!
Wow, what a profound spiritual moment! Could these two mules actually remember helping me in my dream the night before? Is it possible our connection was so strong it carried over into the next day? Their behavior and my feelings said, yes! The memory of this experience still sends chills throughout my body, even after all these years. What or who are we? What’s reality? What’s the purpose of life? What do we know that we don’t know we know? What can we do that we don’t know we can do? Where do we begin and where do we end?
Roger “Pete” Peterson – 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
Instead of money, power and privilege, would love, truth and joy be a better measure of success? One isolates us in the material world of separation, scarcity and competition while the other not only acknowledges our oneness AND separation, it acknowledges our role in creation itself. Using love, truth and joy as a measure of success provides us with a moral compass. It encourages us to live for the love of Being and Creation, instead of run from the fear of suffering and death. It inspires us to find and express what’s best in ALL that we are.
How we define ourselves and the world around us, forms our intent, which, in turn, forms our reality.
In other words, we create our reality from what we choose to believe about ourselves and the world around us.
If we don’t consciously choose the ideas we accept as beliefs, attitudes, values and expectations, we unconsciously absorb them from our surroundings.
If the ideas we accept as beliefs, attitudes, values and expectations create our reality, can we afford not to question them?
The more we love and appreciate ourselves, the better we treat ourselves and the world.
What can we do today for the selves we’ll be tomorrow?
The secrets of the universe lie hidden in the shadows of our experience. Look for them!
Affirm what you believe!