Perhaps a better way of describing this idea of ‘dreaming myself awake’ is to speak of it in terms of regaining my knowing mind. Early this morning I was partially awakened and told that ‘it is done’ and now I needed to trust the working-out of my human life. Remembering that a couple of hours later I sat with it as an awareness, and a presence engulfed me with an empathic familiarity that suspended me in a warm, flowing connectedness that left me temporarily without need.

As if I was in the original sensory-deprivation float tank where my breathing was as loud as the movement of my eyeballs in their sockets, I ‘knew’ I was at once both the thinker of the thought about to be experienced and the front row participant/recipient of said experience. In other words the thought could not be completed (or in this case experienced) without me, the part I know so well in this world, the part I had come to believe was who I was, as if there was a separation between the two. But how can the two be separated when they only exist together? Cause and effect only exist when both are in relationship. One defines the other.

Maybe it was the electrocution that scrambled my brain that day in the tree when I reached through the veil and pulled upon the Other One I Am or maybe that was the moment that ordinarily is saved for the end of life, but regardless, today I was back in that flow and it was as if I had never left. And now, from this place I have found once again, I don’t want or need to return to where I believed myself to have been just a few thoughts ago!

Having already experienced that, now I choose to return into a different expression of that experience. Is this going to be possible? Can I return into a different expression? Can I actually choose where to find myself? Will I return to where I was in an effort to tell anyone else there what I just found? Will there be anyone else there? Is there anyone there?

I think I am remembering who I am…