PSYCHIC MESSAGES IN DREAMS
A friend and I were talking about messages in dreams yesterday, and how they relate to our everyday lives. Messages seem to be placed in dreams through our higher-superconscious psychic connection, helping us gain insights and solve those troubling problems we may be trying to deal with. I’ve read countless stories about renowned people who’ve had dreams about formulas, inventions, and math equations they were working on, and how the answers came to them while they slept, enabling them to understand the solution to their problems. President Lincoln had a dream about his own death before he was assassinated.
I’ve had countless dreams that have impacted my life in times of sorrow or trouble and provided a solution or path to follow. One of my most profound dreams occurred when I was in therapy many years ago. Like many humans, I carried around baggage of emotional, physical, and mental abuses heaped upon my shoulders at a young age. I went into therapy at a crossroads in my life, when all the abuses surfaced at the same time. I was confused and disorientated, and filled with staggering pain. I’m not even sure whom or what the incident or incidents were that fired the jagged bullet, causing the surfacing of all the hidden issues I’d buried in the end of my big toe someplace. When it became clear I couldn’t continue to function with the weight of the past on my shoulders, I sought help from a psychotherapist. Up to that point in my life, I had simply ignored the warning signs of impending disaster and surfacing of emotions to come. It was easier to stuff the hurts from the past down into the recesses of my gullet someplace, than to face my past and deal with it.
After two years of therapy with an awesome therapist, (I chose wisely) I had pretty much talked my way through my life’s hardships and drama, facing the past and meeting the painful truth demons head on. I was able, with my therapist’s guidance, to release the hurts and pains from the past into the light of forgiveness, for both myself and others.
I knew I was nearing the end of my therapy journey when I had a profound dream. I was walking along beside the lake near our home, when I found a beautiful red bird. (I’m a redhead.) She didn’t seem to be breathing, so I picked her up and cradled her in my hands. I turned her body gently, trying to see what had injured her. Sticking out from her body were three long silver shafts. One of the silver shafts was piercing her head, one was piercing her heart, and one was lodged in her spine. I took her home with me, and placed her on a golden pillow in a small box to hold her unmoving body. It was my intention to bury her in my garden. Then for some reason, I decided to remove the shafts from her body before I buried her. I wanted the objects removed from her so she would look perfect, even though she was dead. It seemed to me an indignity of sorts to be buried with those large shafts embedded in her body.
First, I removed the silver shaft from her spine. The shaft moved from her body easily. It was in that moment that she began to slowly flutter back to life. I had released the restriction that was physically impairing her freedom of movement, and she began to seek consciousness. Next, I carefully removed the shaft from her head. I pulled it slowly out of her red head, as I didn’t want to damage any brain functions. She opened her eyes and looked at me with wonder, as if she no longer had any memories of the pain within her mind. Lastly, I began to remove the shaft from her heart area. This last silver spike seemed to be the worst of the shafts, containing barbs that projected off the silver shaft. Razor sharp barbs held the silver shaft on the inside of her body . . . unwilling to be released from within her. I pondered whether to just leave the last shaft intact, as I was afraid removing it with the barbs attached would rip her apart. Then, I decided that there was no way she’d want to live with the shaft sticking through her heart like that, and she would never be able to ever fly again. Not to fly and soar in freedom would be worse than death for the beautiful red bird. I began to slowly edge the final shaft out from within her heart and body. It took me a long time and her body oozed blood, infection, and a lot of painful fluid emerged from within her wounds. Yet releasing her from the last barb, gave me hope that she’d once again be able to fly. The redheaded bird slipped back into a deep sleep, and I placed her fragile body on the golden pillow to rest and recover from her wounds.
In the days following the release of the three shafts, I nursed her back to health, until I could not longer see the open wounds on her body. One day, I came to the conclusion she was well enough to go free. I walked down to the water’s edge, and opened the box. She stayed in the box for the longest time, then she hopped off the comfortable pillow and onto the ground. Slowly, she spread her wings, then lifted off and soared into the sky above the lake. She came back once, and flew close to the box, looking into her comfortable home, then flew off once more into the clouds. I knew she wouldn’t return.
My therapist and I spent a long time interpreting the dream, but I already knew the meaning of the shafts in the dream. I had freed my soul from the pains of the past, so I could soar and actualize my dreams and potential. I had allowed fear to go by the wayside as I left my safe home, and took to the skies. I had allowed the pains of mental, physical, and emotional abuse from the past to be set free from my body, soul, and mind.
Was the freeing of the shafts painful? Yes! Did life go great from that moment forward? No! Life is a series of learning curves. Each learning curve takes us a little higher and allows us a bit more awareness and understanding of our place in the universe and the vast resources of love available to all of us. Are you ready to heal from the past and take the leap, spread your wings, and soar into the light of understanding?