Post by morningstar on May 9, 2008 6:29:53 GMT -5
The man I love - he doesn't speak of these things...he was always somewhat "afraid" of it all, I think...or he just didn't want to believe. But lately he tells me of little nuances...little nudges of memory - of something. He's beginning to open up to himself. 
Yesterday he told me of a very vivid dream (he used to say he never dreams). In the dream he was in a small town and everyone was gathered inside a building which had begun to catch fire. The townspeople pointed to him - they said, "It was you who set the fire." He said, "No - it wasn't me you fools - it was the others." He left the building...he said he felt great anger and hatred towards these people - let them burn then was his thought. He stood outside and watched the building engulfed in flames...as he watched, he spotted a young boy in one of the windows looking out at him - and his anger was replaced by compassion. He made his way to the window and beaconed to the child - and pulled this boy from the building. There was a great lesson given.
He remembered one of the men he was with - he recognized him to be a friend he knew in this life.
A dark dream - that carried a great lesson of compassion.
Perhaps I now understand why he is afraid. Some things are hard to remember...some things that we must come to face about our selves are difficult...but once we face them we can move forward...
Perhaps his distant memories of a past life/lives are hard lessons?
We all must be ready within our own selves before we can allow ourselves to remember and understand and quite often, forgive.
Yesterday he told me of a very vivid dream (he used to say he never dreams). In the dream he was in a small town and everyone was gathered inside a building which had begun to catch fire. The townspeople pointed to him - they said, "It was you who set the fire." He said, "No - it wasn't me you fools - it was the others." He left the building...he said he felt great anger and hatred towards these people - let them burn then was his thought. He stood outside and watched the building engulfed in flames...as he watched, he spotted a young boy in one of the windows looking out at him - and his anger was replaced by compassion. He made his way to the window and beaconed to the child - and pulled this boy from the building. There was a great lesson given.
He remembered one of the men he was with - he recognized him to be a friend he knew in this life.
A dark dream - that carried a great lesson of compassion.
Perhaps I now understand why he is afraid. Some things are hard to remember...some things that we must come to face about our selves are difficult...but once we face them we can move forward...
Perhaps his distant memories of a past life/lives are hard lessons? We all must be ready within our own selves before we can allow ourselves to remember and understand and quite often, forgive.
;D Ha HA!
