The Dream is Back

It's back.  THE DREAM.  I first had it when I was 10 years old and that was when I totally abandoned the concept of Hell. I KNEW in my 10-year-old heart that my God could never create something as hideous as hell and be a loving God.  It was also a time of great emotional pain in my life.  

 The dream  seems to return every 10 to 15  years and when it does, it heralds an awakening of some sort either emotionally or spiritually.  Now, it's back in it's realism and full sensory presentation. 

The Dream:  I am sound asleep and then it starts.  I am totally aware as I watch it unfold, knowing that I cannot stop it until the end and I cannot alter it, nor do I want to.  I watch as if watching a movie in full surround sound and 3-D. It is in color and I see and feel everything that happens with more awareness than anything I've experienced when "awake."

As the dream begins, my first awareness is of a large brick wall.  It is illuminated by torch lights flickering and casting shadows on the wall. Then, I see it.  The shadow on the wall.  It''s here  and my initial reaction is fear.  I watch as the shadow on the wall rises up  in chilling hooded beauty.  It sees me and for a moment there is fear - then recognition of something understood, something eternal.

I look around and realize that I am surrounded by death.  I am here to serve the dead.    Is it a temple?  No, I believe it is a tomb. 

I look again at the hooded King Cobra moving slowly toward me and my fear drains away.  I wait, silent and still, hearing only the faint gliding of the snake across the floor - the only sound in this chamber of death. 

It is close to me now and again it rises up.  We look at each other and I sense something indescribably beautiful, profound.  I experience an overwhelming sense of something akin to LOVE and JOY when I look into the eyes of the cobra.  Mesmerized, I slowly hold out my right arm in offering to the cobra. 

There is a slight sting as I look down at its head and feel it's fangs sink into my arm.  Only a slight sting, then searing fire followed by chilling cold.  I feel it all so profoundly.  Then I feel myself falling, falling, falling.  Then floating.  The momentary darkness is gone and now there is light.  I look down and see myself lying on the floor.  My white temple garment and my black wig.  I was there to serve the god on Earth. 

Then I see it, the cobra.  Gently he glides past my lifeless form as if in final farewell.  He has freed me from a slow death.  He has honored our contract, an eternal contract I believe.  I watch him and feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love.  Farewell, my liberator, my teacher, my friend. 

I look at what  I know for certain is a tomb now.  I look at my body.  I look at the dead around me.  And I watch the cobra disappear.  I am still very much aware of everything.  I understand things clearly.  I see a benefactor and friend in a King Cobra.  I feel the Truth all around me.  I sense Eternity.  I am more alive than in life itself!   Then I wake up.  

I have had this "dream," my special gift, several times throughout my life.  And for the last six nights, The Dream has returned.  I stand, once again, on the threshold of something wonderful.