Revelations in blackness

I dreamed a stellar dream last night.




In the blackness of my room, I slipped in and out of consciousness barely able to decipher the difference. At moments I heard scratching and pawing at my window.. Cory's soul being the culprit yet gracious visitor. I thought of him in his last moments of life. I thought of the light that was tempting him to visit, breathing the calmest song to end his discomfort.

You never hear stories of people who see a hellish light before they get sucked into the fiery reigns of eternal damnation so terrible that it was buried deep below our feet so each movement we made stomped on the heads of those in exile. No, we can't believe in hell, because we would be terrified to feel any joy if we knew our dooming end was the pits of all this universe. But we hear these stories from people who almost were facing the light to heaven. We hear that our actions on this world make impacts so great that someone or something from up above will wait to greet us with arms wide open. We learned that our presence on this living world was just a moral test to make sure that the impacts we made on people touched them for that brief moment in time.

I have been afflicted lately with certain feelings regarding happiness and materials. At the end of the day, its not how many possessions we've accumulated or things we have been able to call our own (unless you count relationships and the people who made them). As much as we are taught to understand the value of money and the reasons why we need it, we are also given a blinded perception, considering money doesn't equivalent happiness. Happiness can't be the things we have acquired, because on our dying day, well at least mine, it wasn't the dollars and cents, the clothes and cars, the houses and planes trains and other valuable possessions that will race through my mind.

In my final breaths... the love from my mother when I was a little girl would come to the forefront. How she healed my bruised knees with a boo-boo kiss. The words that moved mountains from my Dad's trembling voice, when he was upset and showed vulnerability, but assured me things would be okay. The hugs my best friends gave me with glasses of wine to ease the pain of any breakup. The breakups I endured just to makeup with the hearts of men that I loved through and through. A kiss above a lake with a visiting starship that forever was engrained in my memory. The hands I held, the souls I touched, the words I said and even the silence I gave that helped a creature of this planet put to rest their own demons. It was sometimes more satisfying to listen to those who needed ears, not words.

I just know that my success in this world will come. I know that money will not be a concern for me because it will come, but I will be ready to share and spread it to people who can really benefit from it. And being that happiness is more of my priority, the money I attain will be more of a humanitarian act for others. The karma you create is what is the reward. And I hope everyone can leave a little of their selfishness for the wind to carry it away, and instead use their altruistic nature to offset the pettiness.

Love for anyone who reads this. Touch a soul today. Yours, theirs, and mine.

(thanks a million and one for the song recommendation)