The G-d Dream

I mentioned something that I call my "G-d Dream" yesterday. Given that nothing new has flashed on my screen about Pope Francis, let me share this with you. I had this dream between the night of January 6th and the morning of January 7th, in this year (2013). I e-mailed my sister about this dream, because it struck me with unearthly awe. I now wonder if this dream perhaps heralded the election of Pope Francis. Some of the themes in the dream suggest some of the symbolism that he is offering to the world. What follows below is an adapted version of the e-mail, with names removed (——) to protect the privacy of people and places.

Now let me talk more about the spiritual dream I had. It was quite weird but very, very clear and plain. In the dream I get a phone call from —— in the wee hours of the morning, and she is telling me she is upset because yet another person died. It was somebody she thought I knew but actually the person had been with —— before I had gotten there. I gave her my sympathy and we got off the phone. I started thinking about why all these people were dying, and suddenly, I see Jesus and a bunch of modern people walking down the street toward me. They were all modern though—none of those robes and things.

Jesus/God starts telling me that all these people were dying because he was clearing out all the souls that weren't going to heaven and the rest of the souls on Earth were potentially able to go to Heaven. It wasn't literally meant to mean that every person who was currently alive is among the only people to go to Heaven and that none of the people who were currently dead could not—it was more like the idea that spiritually alive souls could and spiritually dead souls could not.

Anyway, I was brought to this lovely place with "offices" set around a central area. The walls between the "offices" were all clear glass and outside was sunshine and nature. I was offered a plate of fruit and cheese to eat and I ate a part of an apple and a slice of cheese.

The "offices" were really where each of around 8 or so of us lived. Each of us had a job to do and the job was to tackle an aspect of soul development. We had to help any souls that came to us for help and advice. For example, one that I remember had to deal with sexuality and that person had to help people deal with their sexual problems. That person's job was NOT to stop people from being gay or from having sex or masturbation but rather how to deal with these things in a loving and gentle way—how to get satisfied without causing hurt or damage to the soul or other people. The rules were not rigid in any way. Another person dealt with diets and how foods we eat affect our health. That person's job was to try to help people understand how food affected their bodies. I was one of the group of advisors, and my job was education.

Nobody was above or below anybody else. God was at the center, but it was like the Table Round, except that it was rectangular. Everybody was equal to everybody else.

Then Jesus/God said that all of us had to be able to deal with troubled souls if we wanted to continue our jobs. I stood up and said that I couldn't do that. Then Jesus said to me that I could, that I was already doing it by advising people who came to me to learn things. He was telling me that it wasn't my job to straighten out people who were total nutjobs—just to help people who came to me in need by giving them something that I had to give them. So I decided that I could do that.

At one point I was showing Ma around, but when I was showing her it was like each person was a jar (like the "students" we had in our "classes.")*


(*Note: This refers to a childhood game of school that my sisters and I played. We gathered jars around our home and arranged them in classes to be our "students.")

We would get messages typed up about each soul's problem and then we would address that soul's problem.

Then [my husband] woke me up...

I interpret this dream to mean that we are all like apostles of G-d and that we are not supposed to go around preaching or laying trips on other people about that. Instead we are all given opportunities to use whatever unique gifts we have to help other people along their spiritual paths to Heaven. We are not supposed to go around preaching gospels or telling other people that we are superior or anything like that. We aren't supposed to threaten other people that they have to do things our way.

What we ARE supposed to do is do what we do best and any time we get an opportunity to help another person, we are supposed to extend ourselves with what we have to help that person.

It's not like a church or anything. It's just a simple message like Jesus said to "love one another as I have loved you." Each apostle represents an aspect of human life and struggle and each apostle spreads this love of God through doing what he or she can do best. I think that's the way Jesus actually ran things when he was down on Earth, but then the whole thing got all fouled up with a hierarchical church with all the trappings of power and coercion. I think it was supposed to be spread in a much more natural and gentle and peaceful way. And the way was by letting people come of their own accord. When people are ready to be helped, they will come and any apostle will know what to do to help that person.

To me it was a profoundly spiritual message that I believe came straight from G-d. It was not any kind of ego thing or any kind of thing meant to set up any churches or cults or anything. It was just a way of life and a message to tell anybody who might like to know—go out and do your thing and help people when you can and that is the path to salvation.

Not any right or left wing thing. Not any specific instructions about what to eat or what to wear or how much money to make or what kind of sexuality to have—just to live as best one can and to try to live from the heart with kindness and love.

It was a very beautiful message. I don't know why I received it, but I really liked it. I found it interesting that my "job" was education. I'm not a teacher by trade, but I am involved in the business of preparing information for doctors, and I guess I keep on learning lessons in life so that, when someone comes to me with some needs, I can answer those needs by educating that person—but NOT as a didactic "authority" and not by being "always right,"—more just by living and failing and succeeding and finding out about my good points and my bad points. More by sharing when I am ASKED to share (the lesson of ——, our sister to me—DON'T share when not invited to!). More just by offering what I have learned when people ask it of me in some fashion or other.

It's very hard to explain this in words, because it's not like going around and saying, "you must do it my way because I am some big shot authority." It's more just like saying, "oh, you want to know about this. Here's what I have to give you. Use it as you wish to."

I think that is why I had to spend SO much time learning not to force my opinions on others, because that is the opposite of educating. Real educating is learning from people all the time and simply offering it out to people as one goes along. —— says it's like that essay I wrote about my experience in the Ohio hospital.†

(†Note: see my post on Home page entitled "How a New York Chauvinist Pig Learned to Love the Middle of the Country," which was written on July 8, 2012, as I was recovering from surgery I received in an Ohio hospital after I was injured in that state.)

I think this was a very interesting dream. I feel like it is a kind of revelation that I am not useless or without any mission or message in life. I think it was saying we are ALL here for a purpose—each one of us has a purpose—which I already knew that—and that no matter what our circumstances are, we are of use.