By Roger A. “Pete” Peterson
This is one of the most profound lucid dreams I’ve ever had. Its significance and meaning is still unfolding within me.
As my awareness gathered into focus, I felt like a crew member from the Starship, Enterprise. Atomic-sized particles of my body were rapidly reassembling as if I had been projected here, particle by particle, through the ship’s Transporter. When my body was in the final stage of assembly, I began to recognize my surroundings. It was the high school I attended in Cumberland Center, Maine or one that very closely resembled it.
Now, fully materialized, I stood in the hallway inside the main entrance and began to search my surroundings. Using my Inner Senses, I searched the school and concluded that it was either early morning on a weekend or Summer vacation because the school was empty and sparkling clean. Without turning my head, I could see the double doors behind me that served as the main entrance to the school. I could also see the grounds outside as if I was standing in front of the door window, looking out. It seems there are no limits to the ways in which we can use our Inner Senses to create and observe reality.
Traveling Down Memory Lane
Moving to the center of the main corridor that connected the old, two story school on my left to the new addition on my right, I turned to look down the length of the new addition and out through the windows in the double doors at the end. This new part of the school was a long, single-story structure with rooms on both sides of the hallway.
The first room on my right was the school administration office. The school library was directly across the hall. Wanting to learn everything I could about this place, I walked over to the administration office and looked in through the door window. The chest-high counter that separated the student area from the principal’s office behind it captured the dark yellow rays of the early morning sun and my attention as well. To me this “gateway” symbolizes the fear and control of authority. As I studied it, a mixture of old memories began to stir. A few were pleasant but others carried the hard edge of anger mixed with fear and anxiety. Deciding not to relive these disturbing memories now, I backed away from the administration office and turned to look inside the library window.
As my eyes roamed the tall bookshelves lining the left wall, I began to wonder about things like censorship and the structuring of authority in our lives. Before these questions fully engaged my mind, I shifted my attention to the large reading tables scattered around the room. As I observed their arrangement, I quietly drifted back to the school library of my past. It was early in my freshman year and I was having an intense physical and emotional reaction while sitting at a large reading table with six or seven other students, most of whom had been classmates of mine throughout Elementary and Jr. High school.
X was sitting next to me at the end of the table on my right. She told me something funny and ended it with laughter. Before I could laugh in return, an awful smell in her breath filled my nostrils and forced me to stifle an urge to gag. She and I both had developed severe tooth decay by high school because we had not taken care of our teeth.
In my case, I was extremely angry with my four front teeth because they had grown in so crooked. By the age of thirteen, they had developed large gum-line cavities and had to be extracted and replaced with a partial during the Summer before High school. Shocked by the smell of X’s breath because of her mouth problem, I couldn’t help but wonder if my breath smelled as bad as hers before my teeth were replaced. What a mortifying thought! The best I could do in that moment was a weak laugh to acknowledge the humor in her story.
Betrayal? Things We Hate about Ourselves and how it can affect Us
My parent’s solution to my dental problem was for me to press a finger against the point of my most crooked tooth long enough and often enough to straighten it out. Sure! The longest I could press on it at any one time was about a minute because the point of the tooth was so sharp. Betrayal? Not only did I feel betrayed by my parents for not helping me get my teeth straightened, most of all, I felt betrayed by my teeth for growing in crooked in the first place. Every other part of my body seemed okay. Why couldn’t my teeth be okay?
How mad can you get when something doesn’t go the way you want it to? One winter day before my teeth were removed, I was walking home alone through woods and fields from a friend’s house. It was late afternoon and the temperature was still in single digits. As a result of recent warming, sleet, and a cold snap, a hard crust had formed on top of the snow. It was slippery which made it fun to slide and dangerous at the same time. There were also areas where grass poked through the crust, weakening it so much that every few steps, one foot or the other would break through the crust and sink deep into the powdery snow beneath.
I don’t know if you’ve ever experienced walking under conditions like this but it wasn’t all fun and excitement. At one point, it became exhausting when, almost every step I took, broke through the crust, forcing me to pull each leg out of a deep hole. The extra exertion required so much energy, I began to breathe deeply. This, in turn, forced me to breathe through my mouth, causing a current of cold air to strike my gum-line cavities, which resulted in excruciating pain!
At one point I became so angry and frustrated, I stopped walking and intentionally started sucking in deep breaths of cold air through my mouth to punish my teeth for the pain they and I were experiencing. During this moment of insanity, I balled up my fists, leaned back, and yelled, Fuck you, you son’s of bitches. I don’t care if it hurts me as long as I know it hurts you!*
* (Insanity, insecurity, or a lack of perspective? Have you ever been so disappointed or angry with yourself, or some part of you, that you felt hatred for yourself or that part of you? In a value judgment world of right and wrong, good and bad, comparison and competition, I’m not sure feeling this way is all that uncommon. What do you think? Otherwise, why do we hide so much of ourselves from each other? Is it because we want to keep others from suffering along with us? Are we afraid it will diminish our value in their eyes? Or, is it because we’re afraid they will use it to diminish our character for the sake of elevating their own? It is a very complex world we live in.
How can we love ourselves if who we are or what we do is never good enough? One of the lessons I’ve learned from this and other similar experiences is that we’re doing the best we can with what we know and learning more to do better. What more can we ask of ourselves? I’ve also learned that everything happens for a reason and that it’s All Good because there’s something to learn from everything. Yikes! Confusing, isn’t it?)
Back safely in my body outside the library, I shivered with relief and continued walking down the hallway. The next room on my right is the janitor’s utility closet with its smell of damp mops and cleaning products. It reminds me of my brother, Rudy. For a short while he drove a school bus and served as the janitor at my elementary school. I used to ride with him on his bus route and help clean the classrooms afterwards. We enjoyed each other’s company and this was one of the few ways we could spend time together since he was much older than me and married with children.
A Reminder of another Challenge in My Life
The male and female student bathrooms were just past the janitor’s closet and locked. As I stood in front of them, old bathroom memories come back to life. As if it was a regular school day, boys and girls appeared out of nowhere to enter and exit the bathrooms. At first it reminded me of my elementary school, when I helped Rudy clean the bathrooms. When I cleaned the girl’s bathroom with Rudy for the first time, I found a sexually explicit rhyme written on the metal wall of one of the bathroom stalls. Before we finished cleaning the bathroom I found other examples of sexually explicit graffiti on the bathroom walls. Surprised, I wondered who felt moved enough to share their sexually charged thoughts with others, even if it was anonymously?
Standing in front of the girl’s high school bathroom now, I thought, there must be even more graffiti written on the walls here than at elementary school. To test my theory, I had to get through the locked bathroom door first. Suddenly, a light came on in my mind and I remembered, I was dreaming! If I abandoned my present body and lay flat in the air in a less tangible one, could I jiggle my molecules fast enough to float through the door?
As soon as I considered this novel idea, there I was, lying flat on my stomach in midair, with no props! Slowly, I floated toward the girl’s bathroom door as I wondered what it was going to feel like to move through wood with my new, less tangible body. Suddenly, my direction changed and I was being pulled through the door into the boy’s bathroom. Surprised, I looked back through the door at the body I had left standing in the hallway. It was as if I had x-ray vision! Much to my disappointment, the body in the hallway looked like an empty shell, unable to think or act independently. Despite my confusion, I decided to go with the flow to see where this line of thought would take me.
After a moment, I understood why I had been drawn into the boy’s, instead of the girl’s bathroom. The boy’s bathroom contained a much larger emotional charge for me. While the girl’s bathroom stimulated me sexually, the boy’s bathroom stimulated my fear of peeing in front of other people.
My mother was instrumental in this state of affairs. Yes, I was part of it too. Twice in a row, over the course of several weeks, she caught me peeing from ten feet up in a large pine tree beside our house. I was somewhere between ten and twelve at that time. The first time I did it was because I was in the tree when I felt the urge to pee. It occurred to me that it would be fun to see how long it would take for pee to hit the ground. When your feet are ten feet off the ground it’s going to take much longer for it to make a sound when it hits the ground. For me, it was just an experiment. For my mother, it seemed to be a nightmare. Soon after my pee started hitting the ground, her head appeared in the laundry room window with a hysterical scream: Roger Peterson, stop that! No one wants to see you pee!
The first time this happened, I was able to laugh it off, despite the hysteria in her voice. It seemed she was more concerned about what our neighbors would think about her than me. I was standing on the back side of the tree intentionally to avoid being seen from the street.
The next time I did it, several weeks later, there she was again: Roger Peterson, stop that! No one wants to see you pee! Two times in a row? Wow, you’ve got to be kidding! The only two times I did it, and there she was. Was I making that much noise or was she psychic?
As a result of my mother’s hysterical reaction, I began to have trouble peeing in front of my brother and our friends, and it went downhill from there. Think about what this message says: “No one wants to see you pee!” If no one wants to see you pee, how can you pee unless you’re alone? The level of her emotions, I’m sure, played a prominent role in the severity of this new life-challenge. It was hard to let go of this idea and it still haunts me today if I don’t take time to remind myself that “when you’ve got to go, you’ve got to go, that’s all there is to it!” This process also included other supporting ideas to make it a fun process. Whatever works! Right?
Sometimes, I wonder if this traumatic situation and others like it, are meant to be one of life’s challenges for a reason? Was it important for me to have something like this to chew on in life? Was it meant to help me understand the role ideas play in the creation of reality? I’m not sure, but what I do know, is that many parents yell at their children when they get upset. How often are kids traumatized by this kind of behavior and, how can we undo it?*
* (As I said above, I eventually learned how to manage this particular inhibition but it wasn’t easy. As you can imagine, using the bathroom in school and the Air Force was a logistical nightmare for me but it typifies just one of the many possible challenges we all face in a competitive, judgmental world of right and wrong, good and bad, shame on you, I win, you lose, when we all play this game.
(There are also biological and sociological differences that lead to discrimination as a result of comparison and competition. There are many possible ways to compare ourselves with each other that leave us suffering in silence because we think these deficits are too serious and humiliating to share and talk about. Until we learn to see ourselves in each other and All That Is, fear and shame will continue to be part of the human experience. What are we trying to teach ourselves? What do we want to learn? What do we know that we don’t know we know? What can we do that we don’t know we can do?)
Here’s another thought. We often think reality is everything we perceive with our biological senses. How come we don’t understand or acknowledge that everything we perceive with our biological senses is the result of what we think and feel about ourselves and All That Is? Whether we’re dreaming or wide awake, our inner and outer actions and reactions bring our thoughts and feelings to life. Yes, our thoughts and feelings matter, and so do our actions and reactions. What we think and feel about ourselves and All That Is forms our intent, which in turn, forms our reality. Change what we think and we change what we create.
Back to School
Invisible and floating in the air near the ceiling of the boy’s bathroom, I watch as real* and imagined high school bathroom experiences magically spring to life. People materialize and use the bathroom in full color, sound, and motion. Most of them leave quickly but others stick around to talk, tease, and smoke. I quietly observed several experiences as they quickly manifested themselves and then seamlessly disappeared to be replaced by others.
* “Real” in the sense that they seem to appear naturally while some seem to be driven by my own thoughts and feelings, actions and reactions.
In one scene, a teacher entered the bathroom to check for smokers and found two boys fighting. In another, a boy made fun of another boy’s habit of going into a stall to pee. It was as if a window into my own past had opened up. Was it to provide me with a new opportunity to work through old challenges? When the images threatened to spill out beyond the high school bathroom and take me with them, I put the brakes on, knowing there was something more important for me to do. Returning to the body I left standing in the hallway, I reminded myself that I could revisit my bathroom issues whenever I pleased.
The school was empty once more as I continued walking down the hall. I passed several empty classrooms and looked in through the door window of each. Seeing nothing of particular interest in any of them, I continued on. About halfway down the hall I began to feel a growing sense of anticipation and excitement. At I approached the next classroom on my left, I felt an urge to open the door and did. As I stood in the doorway, I began to examine the classroom from left to right. To my left, there were six or seven rows of student desks with chairs attached. To my right, there was a large green chalkboard that spanned more than half of the front classroom wall. Sitting in the middle of the space, between the chalkboard and the rows of student desks, was a large teacher’s desk and chair.
There was a narrow band of windows on the exterior wall stretching from the back of the classroom to the front. As I studied the limited view of the world outside, I began to feel confined and claustrophobic like I used to feel in High School. At the same time, I began to wonder where the teacher and students were.
Suddenly, movement at the front of the classroom drew my attention. In fascination, I watched as writing began to appear on the chalkboard, followed by the slowly materializing hand and arm of a male teacher holding the chalk being used for writing. With growing concern, I began entertaining the idea that students might not be far behind. Sure enough, they began to materialize at their desks.
Somehow, I knew that my desire to explore the unfolding secrets of this classroom didn’t include a classroom full of students along with their teacher. With no further ado, I dismissed this idea, and the teacher, along with the students, began to disappear from the room before they could finish materializing.
Then something else began to draw my attention. Two-thirds of the way across the room the student desks were silently rearranging themselves. They formed a circle and materializing in the center of it was a large, glowing ball of light about seven or eight feet in diameter. For some reason, I felt a strong attraction to this mysterious object. Not entirely aware of what I was doing, I stepped out of my main body in the doorway by means of a less tangible one that allowed me to walk, bounce, and even float. Slowly, I moved across the room in front of the rows of student desks. At the same time, the glowing ball of light continued moving forward to meet me at the front of the classroom.
Silently and magically, the empty student desks continued to arrange and rearrange themselves to accommodate the globe as it moved forward. The nearer I came to it, the less it glowed, until finally, as if looking through fog, I could see bits of color and form. Halfway across the room my growing suspicion turned into certainty that what I was looking at was a miniature version of the earth. As it came to rest in front of me, there was no doubt left in my mind. It was a perfect replica of Earth in every way. Even the occasional clouds that hung over it were real, and when I put my face close to the ocean’s edge, I could see tiny waves, tinged by white caps, curling against the ocean’s beaches.
Pulling my face back, I wondered how the water on this small world could stay in place within the larger gravity field of my dream world. Suddenly, tiny pins or pylons began appearing around the globe, jutting up from the surface. One moment there were none, then there were many! How could that be?
With a closer look, I could see an almost invisible network of wires connecting each pylon. As I stood there, mesmerized by the magical appearance of this complex network of pylons and wires, colorful pulses of light began to move from one pylon to the next as if they were neurons sending messages from one neuron to the next. Picking up speed, the individual pulses of light began to flash back and forth around the globe, faster and faster. Before long this world within a world was a blur of flashing, colored lights. Awed by the seeming intelligence of this fantastic light show, I wondered if the globe was alive, if it was a sentient being.
Prompted by a new impulse, I walked around the globe to the row of windows on the outer classroom wall. The top of the windows was so low, I had to sit on the shelf beneath them, to see outside. This action seemed to be in direct response to the loss of freedom I felt as a student. Being forced to sit in class day after day, year after year, against my will created anger and frustration in me. As a student, the small view of the world outside the windows now mocked my desire to be free. I wanted to be free to be me!
Change – It All Begins With the First Jump!
The expanded view of the world I now saw, with my face pressed against the glass, still didn’t seem large enough to satisfy my deep desire to see and know more. Turning my head from side to side to get an even broader view of the world only fed my frustration. The limitations imposed by the windows, this building and even my own body were no longer tolerable. As my frustration level rose to a sharp peak, I exploded out of my body in the form of pure awareness and energy!
With a rush of power and joy I flew through the window to a point high in the air above the school. In this new state of being I could act and react without the use or concern of a physical body. I knew I was less tangible than the pseudo atoms and molecules comprising the air around me and I reveled in this newfound freedom. Seeing without eyes, feeling without skin, and hearing without ears, I flew higher and began to tumble and roll through the atmosphere with great speed, zipping from here to there without concern for pain or injury. In a moment of profound exuberance, I flew down into the earth through soil and rock as if I was flying through air. It was something I vaguely remembered doing in other dreams.
Despite my great confidence and joy, there was one moment of fear as I entered the earth’s surface. I remembered the earth’s great density and, for a moment, I worried that my nonphysical body would become dense enough to get stuck in in the soil and rock of my dream world. Before this earthbound fear could actualize itself, I replaced it with a new idea. This one reassured me that resistance would come only if I refused to accept the reality of my present state of being as pure awareness and energy. Once again my confidence soared and I relaxed into my experience. I flew through soil and rock with the greatest of ease. I wrapped myself in the knowledge that my experience is always a matter of clarity and balance, along with the idea that, we get what we concentrate on.
With great confidence I decided to test this belief by making my Energy Body dense enough to feel the texture of the soil and rocks around me. It felt great, almost like scratching an itch. With my curiosity satisfied, I returned to a state of pure consciousness or awareness and energy. In this state, I knew there were no limits to my creative choices.
Flying Over the Town and Meeting Friends
Responding to another impulse, I flew out over the center of the town surrounding the school. It was early morning and quiet. The only movement I saw was a pretty young woman pushing a baby stroller down the town’s main street. Attracted by her energy, I invisibly settled into a position about fifteen feet above her head. Soon she was joined by another young woman pushing a stroller and the two quickly lost themselves in conversation. They talked about life, family, and friends. Feeling strangely related to both of them, I used my intuitive abilities to explore our connection. To my surprise, I found that all three of us shared a similar mental and emotional makeup, a connection that felt more like family than shared genes.*
* (Is there such a thing as the idea of “family” regarding different types of consciousness? In The “Unknown” Reality, Volume II, Session 736, Seth describes nine different families of consciousness, each one with its own set of characteristics.)
Of the two women, my connection with the first one seemed strongest. Not only did I find her physically attractive, her personality had a richness and complexity to it that intrigued me. She was bright, caring, and wanted to know everything, characteristics I admire. The other woman was more content with life as it was. She seemed less curious and somewhat self-centered in her thinking.
From my invisible point in the air, I wondered what it would be like to live within the first woman’s psyche, to be there when she makes love, plays with her child, or ponders an exciting thought. Can I occupy a small, unused portion of her psyche and pay my way by helping her out during times of crisis or need? If I observe the appropriate rules of privacy and non-involvement will she even know of my presence in her consciousness? If I help her find solutions to a problem or two, will she welcome me as an important part of her consciousness? Being bodiless and safely ensconced within this woman’s psyche sounds appealing to me. This way, I can devote full time to my thinking and writing, free of material encumbrances and responsibilities, including a material body.
As I pondered life in this woman’s psyche, I began to see myself as a gentleman boarder at her country inn. Leaving my room wearing a top hat and tails for a trip into town, I encountered my “landlady” as she busily cultivated the soil in the flower garden surrounding the inn. She observed my approach and I tipped the edge of my hat toward her in greeting. It has been some time since I have taken up residence in her psyche and she has become quite comfortable with my quiet presence. However, she often wonders if I’m the mysterious person who helped resolve several legal issues she encountered concerning her business. Her husband is working on farm equipment in the yard and casts a concerned look in my direction. Their children are also present and playing happily nearby.
In a spontaneous departure, I wondered what life would be like as a large redwood tree. Instantly, it became so. At first the quiet and solitude of living in the forest seemed delightful. It was so relaxing! Soon, however, other thoughts began to seep in, thoughts like “slow, boring” and “limiting”. Suddenly, I had an overwhelming desire to return to my body sitting on the shelf, looking out the school window.
Even the desire to live a quiet life inside the woman’s psyche had lost its appeal. The constant mental tiptoeing, the suppression of my own natural impulses, and the loss of my earthly body and family became much more than I could or wanted to bear. After considering these thoughts, I retraced my steps and flew back into my dream body sitting on the shelf inside the classroom.
On the flight back to the classroom, I wondered about my two dream bodies, the one standing in the classroom doorway and the other, sitting on the shelf next to the classroom windows. Were they still there? What were they doing while I was gone? Were they just empty vessels waiting for me to reanimate them? My questions were soon answered as I flew back through the window and reentered the body I had left sitting on the window ledge. It felt like I hadn’t been gone at all, as if no time has passed.
Inside the Globe
Retracing my steps past the front of the globe, I now saw a door open on the back side facing away from the windows. Curious, I walked over and looked inside. The interior was illuminated by soft white light, which somehow, came from inside the walls. Except for a small flat area on the floor of the globe, the interior looked like a futuristic computer control room. The side walls were filled with rows of panels with blinking, colored lights and buttons. A large, plush white leather armchair occupied the flat area on the floor and, suspended from a hook above the chair by two thick wires that reached to the floor before disappearing into the wall, was a large white, football-like helmet. Its design and position above the chair clearly suggested its purpose.
Creating New Lives
In nervous anticipation I entered the globe and sat in the chair. It was very comfortable! Using both hands to pull the helmet down over my head, I wondered what I was letting myself in for. Was it good or bad fortune? As the helmet made contact, I suddenly jumped to another world in a different body and a different life. My final thought before the helmet made contact with my head served as the central theme for this alternate reality. I was born into a primitive farming culture as a woman, I got married and had children. During this lifetime, as this woman, I constantly questioned whether or not I was worthy of such good fortune. Bored and depressed by the low level of awareness and oppression in this lifetime, I skimmed the highlights and left.
Back in the globe, after recollecting my own sense of self, I decided to conduct an experiment. I wanted to see how well I could control the process of creating different lives. Would it let me select my parents, my sex, my environment, and the major concepts I wanted to explore during the course of a different lifetime? Holding my breath, I decided to be a young, white female growing up on a mid-twentieth century farm with lots of animals, a fruit orchard, and wonderful, loving parents. To complete the picture, I made us Protestant in religion.
With no clear sense of transition, I entered this life and found myself as a young girl with a collie for a friend. She/we loved to walk around the farm and play with the dog. On warm summer nights we, as one, climbed out the window of her upstairs bedroom to sit on the roof and look up at the stars, pondering life and its meaning: Life (Being and Creation), what’s it all about?
She/we went to church and school because that’s what was expected of her even though her mind remained full of unanswered questions. When it became time for me to separate myself from her life, I decided to examine her most probable future timeline before returning to my own life here on Earth. In doing so, I saw sadness and unfulfilled dreams. As a middle aged woman, she smiled and pretended to be happy outwardly while, inwardly, she felt lost, lonely, and unfulfilled. To keep others happy, she tended to shape her life in accordance with their wishes and expectations, not her own. The questions she once asked remained unanswered and unexplored. Most of her dreams as a young woman simply died.
Disturbed by this vision of her future, I reentered her mind long enough to plant several seed thoughts to help counteract the oppressive thinking and behavior patterns of the people around her.* Returning to the computer, I felt confident that she would experience greater joy, independence of thought, and richness as an adult. She was far too bright and spirited not to.
* (Have you ever felt another soul reaching out to help you solve a difficult challenge or to even save your life when you thought you were going to die?)
With a great burst of energy, I created many male and female lives from personality fragments that are part of my own psyche. Each one was placed in a different time and setting to study the role of their own beliefs, attitudes, values and expectations in search of greater love and understanding in their lives. When I encountered a second personality that piqued my interest, like the young farm girl, I slowed down to examine this life more closely.
He was a young black man with a wife and two children. Together, they lived in a jungle village where he was highly respected for his mystical and healing abilities. Much to my surprise, as I quietly peered into his life and mind, he became consciously aware of my presence.
He sensed my role in the creation of his being and was overjoyed. Even though I quickly retreated to the darkness of a black abyss, he could still sense my presence. Walking to the edge of the jungle as if he knew exactly where I was, he asked to come away with me. Although I was greatly moved by the depth of his spiritual understanding and sincerity, I couldn’t forget about the needs of his family and tribe. They needed him and I had places to go and things to do as well. When I reminded him of his importance to his family and tribe, he understood and started walking back to the village, knowing in his heart that it was the right thing for him to do.
What did I learn from this experience? I learned that each lifetime is an opportunity to learn how our thoughts, in the form of beliefs, attitudes, values and expectations, interact to create our reality. Each moment, each day, and each lifetime presents us with challenges to help us create better versions of who we are. It makes no difference whether our experiences are expressed in material or symbolic (dream) terms. It’s ALL good because there is something to learn from everything. No matter where we are or what we’re doing, it’s real in the moment. With this new insight, I removed the headgear and left the globe.
After backing into the body I had left standing inside the door frame, I took one step back and closed the classroom door before turning to retrace my steps back to the entrance of the school. Deciding there was no further need for symbolism in this dream reality, I let it all fade into blackness.
Then I woke up and turned my bedside light on. It was time to begin the challenging task of recording as many of the details in this dream as I could before they faded away.
What are we? How are we? Who are we? What is reality? What is the purpose of life? Where do we begin and where do we end?
Copyright 2007, Roger A. “Pete” Peterson
What do we know that we don’t know we know?
What can we do that we don’t know we can do?
What are we trying to teach ourselves?
What do we want to learn?
“We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having (creating) a human experience.” – Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
How we define ourselves and All That Is forms our intent, which in turn, forms our reality.
In other words, we create reality from what we choose to think and feel about ourselves and All That Is.
If we don’t consciously choose our beliefs, we absorb them from our surroundings.
If our beliefs, attitudes, values and expectations create reality, can we afford not to question them?
The more we love, understand and appreciate ourselves, the better we treat each other and All That Is.
Always doing the best we can with what we know and learning more to do better. Can you feel it?
Surround yourself with the ideas that work best and make you happiest in your oneness with and separation from All That Is, as both a product of creation and creation itself!