Awakening the Dream

There was a man who went for a walk in the woods, he lived there, comfortably among the trees, the passersby, and the solitude. Peace ruled his life and his days.

After many years of being in his loving communion with all of the cosmos, he knew that he was being called to live a life experiencing the satisfaction of relationship. He wanted to meet his people, maybe his person. What would he do for his people?

At the edge of the land where the people lived, there was a chasm, wide and deep. The explorers would climb down, traverse the treacherous bottom, and climb up the other side. He knew that not everyone is an explorer, but if only he could help those people who couldn’t brave the chasm to experience more richness.

One night in a dream, he flew through the skies witnessing the world as it was, beautiful in its vastness and its abundance. As he approached the land where the people lived, he saw the beauty of living their experience, and the richness that could be gained by enlarging their world. His purpose of being with people is to bring ease and abundance to life, and the best way to experience this is to show them how to appreciate what is in front of them, fully… and expanding into a larger experience of their world. He wanted to give people the feeling of flying and experiencing the beauty on both sides of the chasm..

He determined to build a bridge… but how? what would it look like? how could he build a bridge? Within a moment, his dream flew him to where he would build, where he would spend his life dreaming his dream while building this bridge. He saw what it would look like when done, he saw the process of building and growing and learning… he saw the times he would fall and fail, and the times he would succeed, if only in his mind, it would be a success for the lessons learned.

Knowing his heart, and his determination to bridge the chasm, he woke and went to work.

He determined to trade his time, his wisdom, his experience, and his skill for material to build. Piece by piece placing planks, he would build section by section, knowing that his experience would help him build a bridge of integrity. When sections would collapse, and he would fall, silently he would find the drive to pick up his hammer, his planks, and his will to begin again, holding true to his vision.

He found a way to hold his dream, his love, and his lessons in a way that made the bridge strong, it hummed, it felt good to be on and with. His bridge was magnetic.

Once in awhile a passerby would stop, watch him work, catch his vision, keep him company, or witness his maddening process. They would speak, share moments, share experiences, and lovingly part ways when called.

During difficulty, he resolved that his vision MUST come to fruition.. if it meant reaching through space and time to summon the will and the energy to forge forward in loving service to his vision, ensuring his frequency of loving service will build a lasting monument to bringing people to experiencing their purpose.

There were those who saw his stumbles, his falls, and the attempts that ended in collapse. They felt that though he was admirably determined, they could never truly trust the integrity of his creation. They would find other ways over, around, or through the chasm if their curiosity brought them there. Either way, his bridge was not trustworthy based on what they saw.

As the days went by, people came and went, they would check in on his progress… and there was always progress… sometimes slow, and sometimes more.

When people would come and sit on the completed sections of the bridge, they were overwhelmed by the feeling the love and import of the gesture of his creation.

There were many people who were eagerly waiting to feel the vision as they crossed his completed bridge. Inspired from within and the lasting awe of the sensational flying dream that led him to his purpose, he gently, passionately, and steadily spent his days building.

The day came when he finished his vision… Looking back across the chasm, and the bridge that he poured every ounce of his being into, populated by the people he knew, and the explorers from other places that he did not know, he had such a feeling of peace, pride, and pleasure seeing the gift that he willingly spent his life creating.

Unable to find a better feeling than witnessing people using his gift to come to their purpose, he built a modest home near the completion with a view of the rainbow bridge. Those who doubted, or left, never knew of its integrity. Fearful it could fall, they shrank their world, but many people used the bridge, took day trips, began journeys, escaped the life they had for the life they wanted, unaware of the man’s intent, their journeys always began in excitement and were fueled simply by being on, and with, his creation.

After an eon of basking in the glory of his monument, he wanted to find his person again, his people again, and as if by magic, he was flying, zooming out and seeing how much richer his bridge would be, how much more beautiful it would stand, if those that came and went, added a plank as he shared his vision with them. They would feel their heart and their love expand, feeling their worth and the appreciation of that worth made flesh by simply adding their own unique piece to his vision.

If he could do it all over again, maybe they could build it together. He saw the lessons of eons in a moment and decided to spend the rest of his life building a new bridge, in a new place, bridging the next chasm… with those that came, allowing them to feel their purpose, their contribution in ways both big and small, but all meaningful because it was work they would do together.

And so, he resolved to trade his time for material, and offer his love, direction, dream, material, and experience… so that they could build a bigger, higher frequency, creation… together.