Dream a Little Dream for Me…. By Katherine A. Carroll

Having coffee in bed this chill mid-Spring morning a cloud, quite like a schooner and even shaped so, glided across Lake Mayfield. Sailing on calm “seas” driven by a zephyr it safely crossed into the mouth of the Tilton River which fed into the Lake.

Our dreams are like this…mere vapors heading toward a Source from whence they came. God feeds His creativity through willing vessels. When we live in Union with Source, determining where His thoughts begin and merge with our own is impossible. We are One. One in Spirit, in intent, and in purpose. We glide along toward the shore of fulfillment, of achievement, buoyed up by our mutual passion and desire not realizing oftentimes we are expressing the very vibration of God as OneFlesh.

My dreams explode into my life as a sense of being “driven” and I cannot resist the great impelling. They never fail to yield some valuable cargo, some loot that I’d never have attained any other way but by listening to the demand to pursue hard and fast.

Dr. Mark Mulrooney captured this on a bike ride with me in Mossyrock

The 7^th day of creation was one of rest to celebrate completion of that foundation. But do you presume the creating stopped there? Of course not. We are made to create; co-creators with God, our Source. Personally, when the creative outlet is subjugated to left-brained work, I am famished in Spirit. In order to be fully happy, content, and fulfilled, I MUST feel the river of the creative flow of the Universe through the vessel of my yielded Spirit. I must not just feel the urging toward creation but yield to the action of writing it down—what will become Reality.

Therein lies a magical act: writing the dream. The ancients knew it. We can think, we can meditate on it, but in my experience, before the dream is written it remains floating unattached in the ether to any real foundation that will provide the sea-legs for it to stand firmly grounded upon.

We are gifted with vapors, essences of ideas, desires, dreams, visions…but as is the nature of a vapor, unless it is captured it evaporates and like a dream is so soon forgotten. We might reach into the corners of our mind but we cannot quite find it ever again only the fragments of regret.

The secret of bringing miracles into our lives is to pay astute attention to the still Voice, the silent nudgings, the impelling drive. Go into the Garden of Paradise in your own center, your Adytum, the sanctuary without doors, the place God dwells if you have given Him entrance, and look into the eyes that hold your future. Your co-creations that will lift up this struggling Planet will emerge.

Sometimes all you receive is a flash of insight. Set the course. Through the mists and fogs it will all be revealed as you chart steadily and surely. Common sense has no place in the building of dreams. The ability to block distractions and opposing Voices is the weapon of greatest value in this sea of exploration of possibility. Just hold firm to the impelling whether vision or Voice. It will come to pass.

Adytum Sanctuary was built this way, a castle, a mansion, from virgin forest land where only Indians tread lightly before. Nutritional Visions was built this way before supplements entered optometry in an office setting. My career as an international food activist was built this way when I was far too busy to take on more. Regardless it came and I was made capable by the grace of God. My Tao/Way has come by listening even when it directly opposed what we perceive as Earthly Reality or Common Sense. I am a sheep listening to my Shepherd. And it has led me to serene shores every single time laden with blessing and fulfillment unmatched.

(c) 2016 Katherine A. Carroll