Monday, April 18, 2016

Waking from a dream

I wake up having forgotten
And then I remember
My dream
A tall man gave me a piece of a star
It was smaller than a mini computer card
Iridescent and translucent
Like tiny swath of cotton made out of blue silver light
Buzzing quietly in the darkness

He held it between his index finger and his thumb
The mudra position for fire and air
And transferred the star piece to my own fingers
I placed it onto my desktop
A download from the universe
With answers to all my questions
And questions to all my answers
A white light to keep with me
Various wavelengths combined
The wisdom of the ages
To access whenever I need it

Thank you for the dream my brother