I dreamed I approached a wide light-bluish single story home. It appeared like it was built some time back, but looked new as if I were seeing it in a past instance. I’ve seen this home in another dream before, walking toward it with the Moderator. I knocked on the door, the Moderator answered, and lovingly asked me inside. He sat in a beige colored living room love seat. Behind him was a dining room, a kitchen was behind a wall to my left. He shared with me for some time about the wonders of the science of life, encouraging me to practice its precepts at all times.
He listened patiently as I shared some of the wisdom I recently gathered on life re-enactments, emotional adaptations, and reactions. He then asked me to analyze myself and told him what feelings came immediately to mind. However, I suddenly experienced shame when I noticed a spirit of self-worth rise in me and was overcome by fear.
The Moderator smiled gently and gave me that look that says, "Why are you afraid of me?" I quickly ran through my thoughts and saw that the fear came from a sense of being rejected due to my behavior. He asked me to elaborate on that confusing mesh of emotions. First, self-worth triggered thoughts meant to hide the initial emotion, followed by a need to fabricate behavior countering self-worth. A series of guilt responses ensued, knowing I played dishonest with myself and my kind master, adding to stress. This was the fear I felt, fear of losing my masters’ benign inspiration.
The Moderator smiled and mentally implied to me, "Honesty is your greatest asset. Trust in us, we’re your best friend. You mean everything to me; my friend. Accept us, for we accept you." With that, he asked me to channel artistic abilities for light to work in me, being mindful of the lesson learned. With that, the house came alive with dozens of students of old, many which I never met, all learning about themselves and seeking ways to sing, play instruments, paint, or write while the Moderator enjoyed everyone's expression.
I woke up in the middle of the night feeling inwardly accompanied, that has not changed.
Submitted by: Roberto on 05/07/2015
Tagged with: Voice of Venus
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This is beautiful, Roberto, and POWERFUL! And it was posted at a time when I’m experiencing dishonesty in a relationship with someone whose not really important in my life; her presence is only temporary, though I’ve known her many years. I had to be honest (with her) about her dishonesty, but only because I was affected.
I see this house and myself out front, feeling as if I once lived there. I look toward the horizon on my right and see a much larger house that is now mine, a beautiful golden sun shining behind it, but I’m reminded that the “bluish single-story home” is the foundation for the construction of ALL homes. I have re-read this post many times, and each time, I see myself in the Moderator’s presence; there’s a deep message, inspiration and HEALING for me; anyone who reads it, actually.
Gosh, there is so much here that I wouldn’t be able to express in words even if I tried, but your post is a powerful link in that wonderful, beautiful, chain that pulls me along in my efforts to “practice its precepts at all times.”
My gratitude to you, Roberto.
Love and Light
Dear Roberto,
I love the fact that you have such a detailed memory of not only past lives, but of dreams as well. In sharing this experience, you made me more aware that to be creative and to have an unblocked channel for inspirational works, the precepts of fearless acceptance and total honesty are critical. Thank you my friend!…….Ken.
Thank you everyone for your kind encouraging words.
I feel like a student in life and in class at all times, but not always do I pay attention but rather “disrupt” class with my mistaken sense of priority, desire, and proclivity to cheat–however futile. Trusting and being appreciative of my teachers’ efforts means a whole lot different to me now. The love and incredible tenderness of the Moderator’s eyes, his smile, and soothing essence, just from that brief moment, is enough to nest in my heart for the rest of this life and never leave. How can one not trust love, nested so deep and close. How can love not lead to trust, truth, and beauty? All of these things, and others impossible to materialize, his eyes silently whispered upon mine.
In love with Love …