"You must teach me to do this. I can't believe you've done this. You must show me how."
I respond, "I will show you how as soon as I know how I did it. I literally opened my eyes and was levitating off the ground. I do not know what happened."
My friend and I come to a hallway at work where he must turn left and I right. We go our separate ways. As I leave I assure him I will look into what has happened and keep him updated.
On my ride home I am pondering (desperately searching) sorting my thoughts for rational explanations of being able to float up and off the floor. I wonder how to repeat this levitation. I can't begin to conceive a plan of action for this. I arrive at home and quickly move to my room. This is where I was meditating the day before when the event took place. My carpet is, as usual, unimpressive. Per the norm my desk is seemingly normal. The small chair I sit in is every bit void of special powers as the first day I bought it. It is just my room. I sit down.
I close my eyes and immediately drift into a meditative state. I feel God meet me. I ask him,
"How do I do this and what do I tell my friend?" God responds,
"For you gravity is reality. Based on everything you know what goes up must come down. You cannot defy gravity on your own. This is how you see it and so this is your reality, correct?" I nod in agreement as he goes on,
"When you come here to this place, this internal place, where you know with your heart - here you commune with me. It is in this place you share my reality. My reality is that I know every law of physics. I know gravity is not the only option and beyond that I am Creator. Should I choose to defy gravity that choice is mine. It is here where you know that all I have and all I am has been given to you. My reality has been given to you. When your heart believes that my reality is your reality then in my capacity you defy all that holds you down. Tell your friend to come and meet with me."
I wake up. -
A couple of nights later...
I'm running down a hallway. The walls seem to be made of some mist like substance and they're white, pure white. It's clear that I'm running from something. As I run the something pushes in on the walls peering through in brief moments. I see glimpses. The image of it blurred, the voices speaking hazed and unintelligible. I keep running. The further I run the stronger this outsider becomes. It breaks through more and more. Finally when I can run no more all comes bursting into my space. The mist and haze vanish. There is nothing unclear here. I am present with the Father. When I realize where I am I am shocked. Seeing who this intruder is I make an apology,
"Oh it's you, what is it you want to say?" He leans in and the one who loves me says,
"I want you to prosper"
I wake up. -
I was going to explain what I thought was the significance of these dreams. I do believe they go together. Instead I would like to hear from my readers. If you had these dreams what would they mean to you?
- Latsum
