Meditation and Dreams: Share your experience

[sesame]

dresser and bedroom suite out of their house....
I had to finish my job of destroying the yard.
The irony is, my grandfather's backyard is
one of my favorite places in the whole world...
In reality, I couldn't dream of destroying it

What do I know about your dreams? They belong to you. But I can tell you my hunches as I read your dreams.

Dreams are sometimes considered to be imbibed with occult significance. But I think everything is inside one's own mind. One part of the mind is pure (the good angel) and another part is tarnished (the devil). They fight constantly against one another. Sometimes Good prevails, sometimes Evil is victorious. So, it is possible that your own Good part is trying to communicate with your conscious level.

So the heritage that you really received from your Grand-Folks is not a Suit or a House or something else. It is the unspoilt body and tender mind that you are battering on right now. Forgive my bluntness, but thats what I felt. Just like you were destroying your Grandpa's garden with the chainsaw, you have been destroying your good health for getting high. But what kind of a High is that, which sucks you down to the Lowest Low?

Can you remain High for ever? Think of a way that affords you that luxury.

Love, sesame.