My Access Solutions Provider

18 June 2018 Monday 10:22pm

“Your Access Solutions Provider”

I saw this on a pickup truck this morning while on my way to the beach. And I’ve been wondering all day what it meant. I just looked up the word “access” and was surprised to find out that in theology, it means “approach to God through Jesus Christ.” Woah…Okay…So let me look up the meaning of the word “solution.” One of the meanings is: “an explanation or answer.” Next word is “provider.” It means “a person who supports a family or another person.” So if I put that all together it would read: “Your approach to God through Jesus Christ as an explanation or answer is a person who supports a family or another person.” Hm…That doesn’t make sense.

Try turning it around. Your provider solutions access.

Okay…Maybe I should change that to “My” instead of “Your”—my provider for explanations or answers on how to approach God. Wait a sec..I don’t need anyone to provide me with explanations or answers on how to approach God. I’m doing it right now. Although, Neale’s books did give me the idea of writing out my thoughts to God.

Not everyone writes, my dear.

I know. Which means there are countless ways of approaching God in all of us—not just in writing. So then, why did you show me that sign?

So you will wonder why I showed you that sign. So you will ponder and seek the explanation for yourself, through yourself. So you will know how to look for your own explanations and answers. So you will know that you do not need anyone to explain or give you answers on how to approach God. And neither does anyone.

I know that. But some people don’t.

That’s what messengers are for. To bring awareness that anyone can approach God on their own. God does not need to use any intermediary to talk to anyone. God is the voice in your head. God is the voice of another. God is the song on your radio, or the characters in your movies. God is the words in your books, in your newspapers, on someone’s blog or a website. God is the creatures on this earth. God is the trees and the flowers and the plants in your gardens. God is the sky, the wind and the rain and the sun. God is everything. God is the meaning you give everything that you see, think, touch, sense, smell, taste, hear. You are your own access solutions provider. If you will only believe.

The Empty Car – A Dream


‪I had to borrow a car even though I didn’t know how to drive. But trying to drive it was exciting! I parked it. 

But when I came back the car was stripped to its shell – there was nothing left but paper stuffings instead of the engine. 

A man came out from a door nearby. While he was washing his hands I asked him if he could help me get home. 

He asked me to sit next to him on a bench nearby, and he said he was actually the owner of the car. And did I notice that I forgot to lock the doors? 

I felt so dismayed and guilty – I started crying and apologising, hugging him and telling him I was very, very sorry. 

The next thing I knew I was running across an open field where some men were watching a pig attacking a dog. 

I ran faster because a white dog began chasing me. It tried to bite my leg but it couldn’t. 

It stopped chasing me when I finally reached the edge of the field. 

The Missing Shoes – A Dream

missing shoes

(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 their 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 I might as well just 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 from the young sales lady. I thought, How weird – she should be at the beach in that bikini she was wearing. Anyway, she did bring me a pair that was the right size but 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.