The Dream

As I dreamt on the 15th of January, I pondered vulnerability.

A bearded man in a white robe appeared to me. 

He said, 

"John, I have a message for you. Take my hand, my son."

As I took his hand, he took me to a huge grey and black mountain.

Gazing at me with deep brown, mesmerizing eyes, he continued.

"When you were all born into this realm before me, and all in the highest of heights.

We gave you all a beautiful light to show the world, but when you entered the world and listened to its descriptions of happiness, many of you built these mountains before us.

Mountains of fear, self-doubt, and the manipulation of nether beings, which slowly cover that beautiful light, we once gave you to share.

Can you still feel yours, John?"

He asked inquisitively.

I answered.

"A pulse of light that sometimes appears when I feel lucid, 

My Lord."

I whispered.

"Take my hand, John.

Do not be afraid, for when you allow me back into your life,

I open up those small caverns within these mountains of fears and self-doubts to once again lead you to the light.

 You once truly loved.

Your own divine right to serenade your own individuality and intrinsic happiness."

As the Lord took my hand.

He approached the huge mountain before me, and there before me was a minute crack, and we shrank and entered it

 A strange yellow doorway appeared and grew to accommodate us.

As we walked, 

The Lord said.

"Through renewed faith,

One can find a way to the light."

As we walked, the mountain started breaking down before us, and as his hand increased in heat,

I felt light of all my burdens, and when I looked up. 

A bright yellow, shimmering flame lay before me in the distance.

The last words I heard before I awoke were simply this. Which I leave here for you to read.

"Believe in me and be reborn to the light.

Tell those in need."

(C) Copyright John Duffy

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