PHOENIX RISING
Recently, I had a dream.
I was sitting at a white desk in the middle of a massive room with 4 plain white walls, but the floor was what was interesting about it: there was none. Rather, the floor was simply thin, pinkish clouds and the desk sat atop a floating platform, hovering over what I assumed was the sky. And there I was, sitting at the desk, intending to write. I took the paper in front of me, and reached for the only other item that was there, a green marker. Not thinking anything of it, I removed the cap and held the marker firmly in my hand and pressed it to the paper. As I began to write, I noticed that the ink was completely dried out, and that the tip of the marker had been smashed, mangled, and frayed out. There was no way that it would write. I began to inspect it, to see if I could somehow make use of it or repair it, when I heard a low and deep ominous humming. It started getting louder, and the vibrations of the dark sound make my skin start to crawl, and my body starts to shudder.
Suddenly, I’m completely paralyzed. My mind is telling me to stand or move, but I can’t. My body is completely unresponsive and I’m overcome with tremendous fear. I feel helpless as my body is slowly and forcefully dragged out of my chair, being carried against my will. I feel like crying because I’m so afraid. I have no control over what’s happening, or over my body, and I’m fearful that I’m going to fall through the clouds, because I don’t know what’s below them. I couldn’t see anything holding me or what was controlling me against my will.
Somehow, I knew that I MUST fight back. My body wouldn’t do it, but I knew I had to do something, so I decided to shout. No words came out. My voice had been taken away. But that didn’t stop me or deter me. I closed my eyes and summoned any strength I had left in my unresponsive body, and with all of my conviction, courage, and belief, my mind and thoughts projected as loud as I could- “You are not of the light. GET AWAY FROM ME.”
At that very moment, I was violently thrown across the room like a wet rag. My limp body collided with the wall, and as I was just about to fall, I felt a strong, firm grip yank me up by my arm and pulled me into a warm, comforting, safe embrace.
It felt like I was a child about to step out into traffic, being saved by a loving parent. In that rescue from the fall, I felt the worry and the concern for my well being as I was pulled up, and then a tremendous, encapsulating love flooded over me as strong, welcoming arms wrapped around me. It took but half a second for it to happen, but I felt it so deeply, all the way through to my core.
I woke up in a sweat, exhausted, as if I had just fought a massive battle.
To me, it had been more than just a dream- it was an experience; I physically felt everything. It was like I was actually there. I felt such clarity upon opening my eyes- like suddenly they were brand new because of this vision. It was so intense and I know it was meant to leave an impact on my life. Which leads me to where I am now: speaking my truth. I’ve hid and shy’d away long enough- this is what I’m being called to do. It can be scary, daunting, and intimidating, but my battle(as easy as it sounds) is to simply speak. Share my story. Own my truth. Clear a path for others to do the same.
I’m going to surround myself with warriors who have the same calling as me. I’d love to hear your story. Who’s in?
