The Missing Shoes – A Dream

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(From my chronicles – I still remember this dream like it was yesterday…)

18 August 2013 Sunday

I had a dream this morning.

I was lost in a building – trying to find my way out. I was wearing a dark business suit – tailored shirt, jacket and trousers. I was walking around when I finally came to some glass panels with sliding doors. I went through and found myself looking down some stairs. There was a chain blocking it. I stepped over the chain and was about to take a step when I hesitated. It looked so steep! I was afraid I’d miss a step and fall.

I looked around and noticed a couple of escalators on the far side. I thought, That’ll be a lot easier and not so scary. I stepped back over the chain and went back through the sliding glass doors.

I felt something on my head. I flicked it away with my hand and whatever it was fell to the floor. I glanced at it and saw that it was the chain from the steps. It got caught in my hair.

As I came to the glass entrance to the escalators, I noticed the escalators weren’t moving – Oh no, they’re out of order.

I looked around and noticed a lady behind me. I was near the entrance doors of a theatre hall. She was the usher. She signaled to me – pointing to the sensors to make the escalator move. There was a green button at the side. But she came forward instead and touched it, signaling for me to step forward. I did and as the escalator started moving down I sensed the glass doors closing when she went back in.

I looked back and saw the usher signalling to me again – I left my shoes behind! I looked down – I was barefoot. Never mind, I’ll go back. I turned as soon as I reached the bottom and rode the other escalator going back up. But when I reached the top, it was a totally different place.

This time there were two ladies nearby who looked like they were ushers as well. I asked them for directions to the entrance of the theatre hall that I came from. They said I have to go through their theatre halls to get back there. But if I didn’t want to be noticed by the cinema patrons, they said I should go through the one that was empty. I’m not afraid of people – so I said, “It’s okay, I don’t mind. And the movie hasn’t started anyway.”

As I went through the doors, I noticed it wasn’t a theatre at all but a classroom where some children were preparing for lessons.

As I walked towards the far corner, looking for the exit, one of the little girls called out to me, “You’re not supposed to be here! ” I said, “It’s okay, I’m just passing through.” I found the exit door and left.

Instead of finding myself at the place where I left my shoes, I found myself outside on the ground floor of the building. It was raining and I was still barefoot. There were a lot of people walking around. The place looked like it was a business area.

I thought I better take a bus back to where I came from to retrieve my shoes. The ride was a lot quicker than I thought and when I alighted I noticed I was the only passenger. The bus brought me to a hotel in a shopping mall. I decided to buy a new pair of shoes.

I found a shop that sold shoes that seemed reasonably priced. I took a pair of sandals from those that were displayed – checking the size. It was a size 5. I needed a 5 and a half or a 6.

I requested the sizes I wanted to try from the young sales lady. I thought, How weird – she should be at the beach in that bikini she was wearing. She brought me a pair that fit and when I asked her how much it was – I thought the price was way too expensive for my budget. I told her I only had a few dollars in my bag.

When I took out my wallet, I was surprised to find it contained different currencies from all over the world. The sales lady remarked, “Oh yes, we have plenty of those scam cases at this hotel.” Another lady customer agreed with her.

I felt disheartened. And I was still barefoot.

Then I woke up.

The Little Girl, the Boat and the Sun

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(From my chronicles)

9 June 2013 Sunday 8:35pm

The Story of the Little Girl, the Boat and the Sun

There was once a boat who asked everyone to come on board.

The boat said proudly, “I will protect you from the storms and the strong winds, my dear ones. Come on board, everyone!” The boat bobbed up and down on the water as one by one everyone got on board.

Then a little girl asked as she sat down, “Where are we going, Boat?”

The boat replied, “To look for the sun. The clouds have taken away the sun. Let’s look for the sun.”

The little girl looks at the water, a little puzzled by what she sees. She points down and asks, “What is that?”

The boat answers, “Why, that’s the water, dear.”

“No, I mean, what’s that in the water?”

“You mean the reflection?”

The little girl nodded, “Yes.”

“Why, that’s you!” The boat replied.

The little girl’s face lit up, “Wow, she’s beautiful! Her eyes seem to shine like the sun!” Suddenly, the little girl straightened up and shouted, “Boat! I found the sun!”

“Where?” The boat asked, looking around.

“It’s in my eyes! The sun is in my eyes!” The little girl replied, “The sun is in me!” She stood up and said, “I have to go, Boat. I have already found the sun. I hope you find the sun too, Boat.”

And she turned to the others on board the boat and wished that each of them will find their sun.

So she disembarked, walked on the water and stepped ashore.

She turned and shouted, “Don’t worry, Boat! Don’t worry, everyone! I’ll come back and help you find your sun!”

 

About Deliberate Mistakes

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31 October 2017 Tuesday 7:12am

…There was a heck of a thunderstorm during dinner last night. Something tells me it’s the same old story. How in the world can one enjoy one’s sustenance and let it be beneficial for one’s body when only judgements are coming out of one’s mouth? Not to mention spoiling the appetite of those dining with you. Dinner should be about love and pleasantries, yes?

Hate doesn’t choose any particular time and place, my dear.

I don’t think that’s true. What about Las Vegas? “Hate” chose to wait around in a 32nd floor suite of a hotel. Isn’t that choosing a time and place to hate and kill?

You are right. I Am duly corrected.

Wow. That’s rare. God is mistaken. God is admitting a mistake.

If you can make mistakes, so can God. I Am you in flesh and blood.

But it’s deliberate, isn’t it?

What’s deliberate, my dear?

When you said “hate doesn’t choose any particular time and place.” You stated it as a deliberate mistake so we can have something to talk about.

We always have something to talk about. And yes, I stated it as a deliberate mistake. Your soul has an agenda. And that agenda will definitely include mistakes. How else will you evolve to the grandest version you imagine yourself to be? That is why, when it concerns the soul, every mistake you ever made was deliberate. Every mistake you are going to make will be deliberate. That is how you become the best you can be.

Not many people will agree with that.

That is the truth. And no one has to agree with the truth. It is not compulsory. The truth is freedom. How can freedom be compulsory? If someone else’s truth does not resonate with yours, you do not have to agree with it. It is impossible anyway. In the sense that your soul will be vehemently disagreeing while outwardly you are pretending to agree. You are lying to yourself. So it is impossible to agree with someone else’s truth if your soul feels otherwise. You may pretend to agree for the sake of peace. Like your saying goes — peace for a price. Care to explain what it means?

Not really. But I can give you another saying that means exactly the same thing.

Go right ahead.

Betraying yourself in order not to betray another is still betrayal. It is the highest betrayal.

Yes.

So…The truth that mistakes are deliberate — care to explain what that means?

How about I give you a saying instead?

Go right ahead.

Nothing happens by accident.