In the dream, I was writing the word 'mercy'
In the dream, I was writing the word mercy over and over.
In the dream, writing the word felt like BEING the word.
This meant a great deal to me.
I was mercy.
This went far beyond being merciful. Beyond the conceptual. Beyond thinking about what mercy means.
I was given instruction in how a word becomes a thought and how that thought becomes an image. I was show how, after the image has formed, the body absorbs it and enacts it. In this way do we become the image we are focused upon. This is embodied experience.
In the dream, the word mercy was a demonstration. I became mercy and I felt different inside. It re-patterned my sense of myself. Holding this quality and let it vibrate through my body changed me - at the cellular level.
I mean that my cells became mercy.
My eyes became mercy.
My fingers and toes, my organs and bones.
All that I am was ringing with mercy.
In this way, mercy was music.
An echo I still feel now, hours later.
I will forget this dream but I think I will feel mercy’s echo for a long time.
Experience this with me.
Look at the word apple. See how the image of an apple appears in your mind. Feel how your body responds. Notice the way your mouth prepares to take a bite. The way your belly prepares to receive it.
In the dream, the word was mercy and reading it, an image appeared inside of me. And my body responded by BEING that image. It’s hard to explain. But also, it’s not. You get it.
Think of the word mercy and notice how your body responds.
After that dream, I woke up remembering something that happened a while back, one early morning a few years ago.
I’d just come into the kitchen after a full night’s sleep when I saw a waking vision. There was a woman standing by the sink. She was just a few feet away from me - it would take just a few footsteps to be standing just where she was standing. Oh, I realized. its me - only a few seconds ahead in time.
Though this was strange, it felt perfectly normal - the experience that my guides were showing me something - another lesson in mystery school.
In the vision, I saw myself turn on the tap and pour myself a glass of water. Oh, I see, I thought. Then, our time frames merged again and I got myself a glass of water.
This dream was like that. I was watching myself write the word mercy and realizing that it was a message. Something important was being written into the notebook. - my notebook.
Something about how to proceed, how to live. Something about mercy.