INSPIRATION

Dream

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Are we the ones we are waiting to save us?

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I saw them in my dream, coming towards me, wounded inner and outer, retreating to a place near me and I felt they could be ambushed.

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Blatant outer wounds and what felt like holes in their aura and soul.

Ones who challenged the old world.

I was wary to be part of this.

I could see they retreated to a ‘no way out’ place.

I had a car and wondered if I could get them out of here.

Something told me this would be futile.

I came closer, as they stood in pain and chaos.

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I heard myself say…

“Let us gather. Gather in a circle.

Sing. Sing about Love.”

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And a sweetest lyric was created by them.

A big powerful indigenous man led a song, “All we need is love, and all is found.”

Harmonised, sweet sounds came from us all.

It lightened their spirit and gave strength in the vigour of song.

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I heard myself say…

“Let us form a wider circle and sing power to the core.”

We were enough people to create a large wide circle, so we slowly moved larger, with harmony and tone.

I felt something would happen in the centre, maybe something would save them. Maybe saved by light star beings appearing with a way to retreat? There felt a power building in the circle core with the bellowing sweet sounds of the harmony of the love song.

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“Wider”, I heard myself say, “Make the circle as wide as we can”. We kept moving outer, rhythmically.

Would a vessel of escape appear? If we kept the tone of the song so powerful?

The momentum built up. Something powerful was growing. I waited with bated breath.

But soon they stopped singing with one crescendo sound, toned together with delight.

I felt, what would happen now?

 

Then I heard myself say… after a dramatic intense silent pause of us all, feeling the residue of sound so reverberating…

“Breath in that sweet power that grew from the song. Breath it deep. Feel it pulse in all our being”.

And we did. It was such a sweet intake of awe and wonderment, delicious in the vast silence.

 

Then I heard myself say…

“Let’s harness the silence and breath it into our depths”.

I hadn’t told a soul about my wondering image of something coming to save them. Yet the power building was enough to feel ease flowing in us all.

We breathed in and out deeply, facing each other. Each had a strength and grace so beautiful. All shapes and sizes. All ages and cultural lineage. People spontaneously used their hands. We stood grounded. We felt one.

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Then I heard myself say… as my inner kept wondering why I was calmly and confidently speaking…

“May we connect to our greater power -

From above – Light-Electro AO, flowing down through our crown, heart, solar and spine.

From below – Love-Magnetism AROHA, flowing up from our mother earth through our spine up and back to the cosmos.

May it flow powerfully like two serpent dragons - He from above, Taniwha. She from below, Manaia. Swirling dragons in love and light. May the power build".

Then silence.

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In this dream, there was such presence in this vast now moment. Poised, so vivid. So enticingly encouraging.

The song was a wave of up, and forward.

The silence was a wave, retreating, growing in power.

Just as wave particles move. Just as the serpent dragons of Taniwha and Manaia move.

It felt like we were becoming invisible. We were building something of salvation with our circle. The core radiated back, confirming this subtle knowing, we were each gaining.

The radiant smiles glowed. The physical ailments began to disappear. The holes in aura and soul were restored to a buzzing glow of silky beautiful skin and body form.

It felt like this was all we needed… We were the ones we were waiting for....

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Then I awoke. In dark silence, 3.33am of the blood moon eclipse evening, looking at the stars out my All-Wheel Drive car glass roof. Camping at dear Uncle Allans, One Mob Dreaming.

The evening of the dream, we had just watched the sunset, then turned our chairs in the paddock to the opposite horizon at his Dorrigo rural home hill, to capture the eclipse until the moon became full and whole again. Magical. Great Yarn.

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I must have drifted into another realm in my dreaming. One Mob Dreaming? Of oneness. Of stepping into my knowing as I heard myself so calmly speak in the dream. Of how we each saved our own souls. Through circle, song and silence.

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Blessed. Blessings