- In the language of dreams, Spirit speaks the clearest. The universe beckons us on. -
I often dream in my sleep and I believe in the language of the midnight hours when the soul returns and taps briefly into the sum of all things, where the past, the now, and the future reside effortlessly and seamlessly, like one pool of water flowing into another, into another, into another - feeding each other through the expanse of space and time.
Sometimes my dreams are collaborations of my physical state, something I saw recently, or some issue that my subconscious is trying to solve. Other times I am visiting another with an important piece of sage advise. And yet, at other times it is I who is receiving a personal message from the Divine. This post is to share with you, what I believe, is one of the latter occurrences.
It has taken me several days to figure out what I needed emotionally, physically, intellectually, and spiritually around Orlando. Spirit has been urging me (as a form of process) to put voice to what I am feeling. This post is not meant to be the be-all-end-all of opinions or perspectives about Orlando or any other topic herein addressed.
There comes a time, every so often, when wrestling with what I truly believe, don't believe, and want to believe comes to a head. As my word this year is "Faith," 2016 is one of those times. Over the past 23 years, I have discovered one simple truth - for every well thought-out, researched, and staunchly believed religious tenet, there is an opposing side that is just as well thought-out, researched, and staunchly believed. It is true what they say, "Opinions are like assholes, everyone has one!"
At present, I feel the need to just write. Write what's coherent. Write what's incoherent. Pen down my anger and frustration. And write whatever else is on my heart and mind. As Shrek once said, "There's more room out than in."
This post is part struggle, part rant, part getting it out - making room, part brain-dump, and just part "UGH"!
I am purposefully making no attempt at trying to be spiritually enlightened in this post, just spiritual and honestly frustrated. I guess, one could say, it's the wrestling that leads to the light.
