The Dream Of Colors – Dec. 1st.
The Dream Of Colors – August 6th. – For Mary
Hello Friends and Family,
Have you ever had a dream so powerful that you knew that something outside yourself had been the architect of the reality within your mind?
I awoke at around 3 AM in the morning from a dream that was so powerful and spirit-filled that sleep eluded me for two hours. I just couldn’t erase the magnificence of the dream or the colors within the dream from my mind or my eyes. It’s like the dream lay on the face of my eyes like layered huge tears, waiting for me to drink in the awesomeness of the colors and the feelings that were imported to my soul.
Over the several months since the “Dream Of Colors”, I still awake at night with the memories of the arch of colors radiating from my eyes. It’s almost like I’m continually trying to recapture the feelings and the essence of the colors I saw within the dream. I suppose it’s an impossible feat, as I’m certain that the colors I saw were somehow attached to God and at that level, colors are just beyond the imagination of the earthly human. I’ve concluded that colors of a spirit nature may indeed be within the very essence of God. I feel that His Personality of Spirit is somehow attached to these vivid colors and that the vibrancy of color radiates from His beginnings. Those beginnings of God seemed to exist within the color palate of another dimension. The vibrancy of the colors I mixed together were nothing I’ve ever seen on this planet, but were so vivid and filled with light, that it still remains hard to describe the evolution from present day earth colors that we see every day, to the actual colors that exist within God and His spiritual life patterns and His dimension.
The dream began quite unexpectedly. I entered a room filled with great white canvases. From floor to ceiling, all I could see was the naked bright white of canvas. I walked into the room with slow steps, confused by all the sights of so many white colors . . . prisms of white, so pure that they burned my eyes, yet, the colors of multiple whites rested on my eyelids like a healing balm. When I closed my eyes against the nakedness and probing of the lights, I felt as if my soul was exposed and I could really see beyond the earthly sphere for the first time.
I noticed that there were many large white cans with bright colors resting within the holders set up on a white cloth. The cans were set on a table in the middle of the room. I went to the paint cans, and began dipping my fingers into the colors. What happened next was akin to an innocent child, dipping the tips of her fingers into paint for the first time. I laughed joyously with an innocence of purity I haven’t felt in years. I began mixing colors into the most vibrant of hues, and I felt like the colors spoke to me volumes about the true nature of God.
I walked to one of the huge upright canvas pieces and began spreading color with my fingers onto the white light of the canvas. The more I experimented with the colors, the more the abstract pictures came to life. The colors became a spiritual journey and began to tell me a story of relationships and love. The white light blended with the colors of berries, grapes, browns, red raspberries, fields of wondrous flowers and other vivid colors beyond my imagination. The paintings and colors emerged . . . along with feelings of a naked wonder I cannot even begin to name. It was like I saw the beginning of all time, and the opening of future time, all at once and in an instant. The more I painted, the more I understood who God is and what out purpose truly is. Through the various, wondrous colors, I felt love beyond my wildest imagination. A love and acceptance of what I perceived as literal purity. A pure colored beam of unconditional love and acceptance and a vast hope that thread its way through the colors like giant fingers of reality and hope. And I felt faith! So much faith radiating out to we humans from the Godly realms on high, that it is hard to absorb as a human being or even accept or understand. I felt that the universes of all time are merged together as one great and noble spirit. I felt the ultimate goal is that we are all within the spirit colors, and as we mix the colors together (have faith), we grow toward the purity of color and light. We spiral into the colors and emerge into a light of acceptance and glory. And then emerge, again and again, and grow, level by level, into more light and reality, and finally . . . total acceptance of the I Am.
I have never explored the word “love” before, but if I had to define love today, I would describe what I perceived I felt love to be, as . . . “the complete essence of spirit and an unconditional universality and understanding of The Light and Color Of All”.