I Dreamed A Dream
When I was only two years old I began to have a recurring dream.
I was a Tibetan monk, dressed in the traditional red and ochre robes, with prayer beads. I walked across a swing bridge which spanned a huge chasm and when I was half way across, the bridge collapsed and I fell into the chasm. As I fell a “God voice” spoke to me, saying one word, “OM”. I was so frightened my mother took me to see psychologists and psychiatrists and I was submitted to many tests as they thought I might be epileptic.
Still the dreams continued over a period of about two years.
Finally a doctor persuaded my mother that I was overheating and asked her to leave the blankets off me at night. The dreams finally ceased.
What gave rise to this recurring dream?
I knew nothing of Tibetan monks or their practices, the colors of their robes or their sacred chants.
I was brought up a traditional Roman Catholic, did not have television and had never been exposed to any of these traditions at such a young age.
Carl Jung called it the collective unconscious.
I believe it is part of my unique human energy signature, a vibration I was born with, that connects me to the stars and powers of infinite potential, both terrestrial and extra-terrestrial if I have the courage to use them.