That Pesky Dream! (Continued)

This being the third installment of my story... I will take a quick step back, because though I shudder to describe this world within this dream, I feel I must! First I must remind my readers that I was about to explain what happened when my quest began! But first, my description...

You see, in this dream there were always clocks ticking, and I was always running and freaking out that I would be late! And being late was the breaking of all the rules. All was insanity. All was backward. Whatever worked was shunned as wrong, and whatever made the problem worse was considered right. It was much like that story Alice in Wonderland, though I will re-name it Us in Blunderland. Everyone burned the blood of the earth, and perhaps it was just this ritual which kept them all insane. Everyone was afraid of the dark, and so that was where I began.

In my experience I found that everything I was told to be wrong was probably the best place to start searching. Now it's a good thing I'm the sneaky sort because I snuck off into the darkest places at night when everyone was asleep. And so I found many holes in this dream. One such hole was a doorway to another time. Like punching my hand through a rubbery membrane, I breached into this vortex of time and space. There I remembered a story about how this spell was cast. Through centuries of bloodshed and war and terror and control and hatred and anger and revenge, our kind gentle planet so patiently endured as we worked out our deepest rage that echoed through to a primordial level. We were embodiments of divinity and we had somehow become trapped together in this never ending dream.
And we tumbled in the turmoil of our shame on an ever repeating wheel.
Round and around
and down and down.
Into a feedback loop of rising to glory and falling from grace.
Over and over.
All so we could be tricked into perpetuating the grand illusion.
And when I remembered how the dream came to be, I had only one choice; to become my own private universe within the dream. I learned how to create a spaceship around myself so I could dock in the outer regions of the dream. And when I went on my explorations I miraculously found other people who did that too! And as the years went by I found more people and more places, and quickly I discovered the rules of the dream DID NOT MATTER!
the rules were simply a lie that harnessed the minds of many into believing the same story. So I found the dream could be shaped!!! But my poor mind had been trained to believe I would only loose, and I would always struggle, and I would never have what I wanted... And so that was what I believed. And that was what was. And so how does one change a dream that requires all who have been trapped inside to believe differently in order to break the spell??? That is what I set out to find next...

And so the Dream continues...

When we last left our hero...
I was stuck in a strange surreal nightmare where all humanity was forced as a culture to believe our planet was a dead rock. We built many great machines to suck out her blood and perform black magic rituals to give us power over air and sea and land. When I "woke up" I found that I had been trapped in the dream!~

So, what does one do when one gets stuck in a dream? Well first thing's first, try and wake yourself up! But nothing worked for me! I tried to scare myself awake. I took mind altering substances to free my mind. I tried to find the edge of the dream so I could peel it away. I tried everything short of actually killing myself because ultimately, how could I be sure this was actually some kind of dream I was stuck in? What if this strange lie of a life was actually as real as it seemed? And every day the memories of what I was before faded, and a fear of existence outside of the illusion took hold of me.

What I came to realize was, that was the trap! This was the magic spell these sorcerers had been casting with their horrifying blood-letting ritual! It was as if I had peaked around the curtain of the whole charade and realized there were terrible slimy creatures turning the cranks on some arcane machine, and tossing cute fuzzy creatures alive and squealing into the cranks to keep them oiled. One might say, How could you think such a horrible thought?! But it's not as horrible as the reality I came to realize. Not only was I trapped, but so was the whole world, and so were the cute fuzzy creatures, and so was the most important life of all... the planet on which we had come to live. But the dream was like something out of the Matrix, where all the people were hooked up to one big giant machine... sleeping their lives away. And I was perhaps Morpheus, having just awakened to an understanding of this false reality. I had gone down the rabbit hole, taken the red pill, and there was no way back.

And so it came to thinking about a solution. I had fallen victim to this dream, and somehow I had become trapped inside, though I could see the dream. I was in a state of walking death, knowing I was existing in a lie, and unable to escape. So, in desperation, and much alone on this path, I allowed myself to sink back into sleep. Perhaps I was able to steal a blue pill. But it did not last too much longer, because somehow I had seen the face of the spirit called Earth, and she had remembered me. She woke me up again and asked for my help.

She led me to a special place where there had been a pond within a vast green forest. The colors were beyond belief. Her life pulsed beneath my feet, and I knew she could not be so easily destroyed by those parasite sorcerous beings we had come to know as THEM (or of course THEY depending on which tense you use). The spirit of Earth showed me what they were to her. THEY were not really a part of this planet. THEY were more like a virus. And so their magical spell was a cloud of sickness that cast a web around the world. And it would not go away with conventional medicine. It's much like a disease called Candida, which most medical scientists say doesn't actually exist. But it does exist! And once you figure out that you have it, you must deprive your body of many things that you crave for a very long time in order to be truly rid of the imbalance.

And so it was given to me, the very thing the planet needed to help break the spell and wake us up from the evil magic that had so poetically tricked us into perpetuating THEIR spell...
And that was when my quest began!

It's all just a dream!

I had a dream I lived in a world filled with fear. We were led to believe that our world was not a living being. A dark veil surrounded us with despair... The darkness was the cloud of black magic created by invisible sorcerers who filled our heads with lies. They made us believe it was okay to tap into Gaiya's very veins. Like vampires we sucked the blood out of her, drilling holes and creating intricate machines to suck her dry. And then we used machines that burned her blood using heat, and that hapless ignorant ritual gave us power over land and air and sea. We did not know we were being tricked into believing it was the only way to exist. But as this blood turned to ash, it spread across the sky and sucked the air out of our own lungs. It was the price we paid for what we believed to be personal power. And we still did it for years and years. And we we forgot how to listen to Gaiya. We did not hear her screams. We ignored her as she trembled and sent storms to tell us what we did.

And then one day nature took its course. Fire destroyed one of the machines as it drilled into her vein, and her blood spewed out endlessly, and turned the seas black. And we still didn't hear her call. I woke up in a sweat and went to the sink to wash my face. I looked around at my surroundings and realized nothing had changed from the dream. I was somehow trapped in that dark illusion. I banged at the mirror and begged for it to open up a portal through which I could escape. And then I cried myself to sleep hoping that when I awoke, the dream would be over. I went to sleep remembering what it had been before I was trapped here in this nightmare illusion. And my dreams then turned to that... An ancient memory of what we really are. We are stewards of this precious life called Gaiya. We are not the careless black sorcerers we were tricked into being. It's all just a dream. It's all just a dream. Wake up! Wake up!

Be Comforted; Indigo Warrior

And the seas will turn black... The skies will turn grey... The moon will turn blood red... And that will be the signal for change. Let the children of the sun awaken as the storms sweep across the world and cleanse what they have destroyed. And for what? For what reason do they choose to damage our beautiful world? They say it's an accident, yet most of us know in our hearts it is not. And so it soon becomes time to realize it is OUR world. For if they think it's okay to damage it so, then they are not of this planet. This is NOT their home.
The indigo children were born with the violent rage. We have been endowed with a power to dream this illusion into nothing. It is our rage that has changed the world already. We spent the 80's and 90's listening to dark destructive music. We allowed our heads to be filled with hatred and anger as we watched violence on TV. They tried to create a generation of warriors, and instead we destroyed the dark web they had so carefully strung across our precious world. We are warriors of the planet instead.
And in the wake of our destruction, the light workers came in and constructed a new planetary grid, and we have been reborn with a new sense of peace because we know the illusion will soon be at an end.
Be comforted indigo child. You feel a sense of sadness and despair. You are still discouraged with what these invisible enemies of our world are doing. You still feel caught up in this backwards illusion. You still feel that violent rage. But rest assured all is as it should be. The invisible war still rages on. It is the greatest trick ever played on the humans of this planet. But we are not without our own tricks. We are cunning, and we are strong, and this is OUR planet. Not theirs.
And so visualize the world you wish to live in. For now is the time we have been waiting for, and we are the ones we've been waiting for. One day the migration into our true reality will commence. That time is soon. Be ready, and be excited.