LOL, I have no idea what you're on about, now ...
This may help. Wrote a couple of days later after concept clearer in my mind (not necessarily in anyone else’s though!):
Getting Back in the Game
If we decide that we do, in fact, have a spirit, the next step is getting to know it. Knowing it means more than just recognizing it. It means we learn how to work with it and allow it to work with us, like how a person on a sports team knows the moves and the timing of his/her teammates so he/she can pass the ball effectively to them.
Two nights ago, I had a dream that helped me be particularly spiritual throughout the next day. Which came in handy, since the next day was Sunday, a good day to be spiritual (even though ANY day is a good day for that).
In the dream, I was busy trying to do some writing as a psychologist/healer when I became aware that my earthly father (deceased) had entered the area (a psychology office space within a prison). Enough time had passed since his attempted visit, that I became concerned that he might have concluded that I wasn’t there, and that he might have left.
I finally stopped what I was preoccupied with and found, much to my relief, that he was waiting for me. I hugged dad. I was so happy to be with him again. He was younger than when he died, by about 40 years, in his early 50s maybe. We then proceeded to sit down and chat. As he was seating, I woke up from the dream.
Here's my take on the dream:
Earthly father has been used by my dreaming mind as a symbol of my Heavenly Father before, and I think I repeated that symbolism in this dream. When dad was about to be seated, it was my spirit reentering my body. In the dream, I knew my Connected Self was nearby (Apparently, I was viewing the drama from the perspective of my Concrete Self.), but I wasn’t allowing myself to be available.
The night school lesson taught me that there is an advantage to the Concrete Self being receptive to the Connected Self. Otherwise, my Confused Self might have made an appearance and cause me to be frightened of the “Stranger’s” intrusion. My
awareness of my Connected Self allowed me to be lovingly longing for it, instead of being afraid of it. But I still needed to intend to be
with my Connected Self.
But why would my spirit appear as my earthly father symbolizing my Heavenly father instead of being a character reflecting my own spirit? Why the conflation of the universal with the particular? God is not the same as my individual spirit, is he/it? If so, how can that possibly be?
I have a good theory about that. I had come up with the theory a day or two before this dream.
God’s individualized education (and/or treatment) plan takes the form of a being on the spiritual side. That plan/being is my Connected Self, my spirit. Without my individual spirit, God could not tailor his message to my way of being. His energy and his message would not fit my gift. In this way, my “Heavenly Father” and my individual spirit are one and the same. It also fits the notion that we are “God pieces.”
A regular teacher would use books or chalkboards or laptops as the mode of teaching. A regular therapist would use talk therapy or imaginative techniques or behavior modification techniques. But God can use a spiritual being, my Connected Self. If I’m a good student or client, I begin to identify more with my spirit than I do with my physical form. Although I think the education and/or healing process would be undertaken regardless of whether I was doing well or not.
It seems that the spiritual realm (at least the part of it related to the Good Spirit, God) gives priority to learning, growing and healing. That would explain why my dreams tend to recycle symbols related to education, clinical psychology, and prison. “Prison?” you ask. The prison of our spiritual ignorance that leaves us trapped in our small minds and mere bodies. The education, therapy and liberation interventions are all part of the overall mission to bring a disconnected world back into connection with Ultimate Reality and Ultimate Being.
The following day, after my dream, I was peaceful and more spiritual than usual. I had my act together. But I also had my ears perked up for ways that the Divine spoke to me throughout the day. For instance, I deeply appreciated the Sunday School class that Becky and I attended. I did better at both listening and responding. I was more “on point” than usual.
The book we were reviewing emphasized Jesus’ way of relating to God as a loving father. I read the assigned chapter the night before, prior to my dream. It’s no wonder then, that I dreamed about my father/Father and our loving embrace. The writing shaped my dream, and my dream made me much more receptive to the God-inspired writing that our group discussed the next day. Each “begat” the other!
