I had this very interesting, very long dream last week which seemed spiritually symbolic to me, after setting intention to dream with conscious awareness.  My intention was something like this... "Tonight I will dream with conscious awareness.  I want to have an OBE.  I want to not be afraid to explore new areas.  Wherever I find myself, I want to remember to raise my consciousness and not be held in fear.  I know that all I need to do is remember my Guidance and know that it is here with me always, always there for me.  All I have to do is bring the feeling of it to me.  I must remember to raise my consciousness this way."  (The way I "program" myself is to state my intention so I know it's what I want, and then lie there feeling the essence of what it means to me until I drift off to sleep.  If I awaken in the night not having remembered anything, I set the same intention again as I go back to sleep).

It was a clear, vivid, in-color dream.  I was at an indoor swimming pool which was in the middle of a large, long, rectangular room, and the pool was nearly the size of the room.  Around the pool was just enough room for a walk-way and small tables to sit at.  It was possible to "travel" around the pool in sequential upward movement as if going up a couple steps ever so often, in a clockwise motion.  But the scene never changed despite the intention that this is how everyone was to travel in order to get anywhere else.  It made me wonder if perhaps only the pool stayed the same but perhaps the people changed.  I wanted to continue traveling to find out how it worked. 

I saw that some people did not choose to go into the pool, nor travel around it, but only sat at small tables off to the side, watching others go by.  I felt they must be either very bored or very unmotivated, as I felt completely motivated to continue walking.  For one thing, the walkway was very narrow, not giving one much time to stop and think.  There were too many people going by, so it was natural to keep up the pace or else find yourself stuck and unable to move.  I felt a little pity for those I saw just sitting.  They seemed so dull and lifeless.  I had no desire to stay here, nor go into the pool at this level.  I wanted to see what the other levels had to offer.  I noticed that I walked in one direction, as most others did, but that I never went back the other direction, although I knew it was allowable.  For some reason, I felt compelled to only move higher.

As I walked, I started regaining memory of past times that I had come here to this level and remembered that my energy was definitely a part of what made it the place that it was.  I started becoming more and more aware that I didn't feel comfortable being here anymore, feeling as dull and lifeless as some of the people I saw there.  I wanted so badly to go to a higher level but it seemed no matter how much I walked, I wasn't getting anywhere.  There were a lot of people in the pool, and a lot out on the sides sitting, relaxing, or waiting.  The atmosphere seemed to make me aware that most people here were not fully rested and content, but were there taking a break on their way to somewhere else, but not all were fully motivated to move.  The more I watched them, the more I felt I was being pulled down to their level.  At one point I considered just going home, as I'd much rather just be at home by myself in the comfort of my own home. 

As I decided to leave, I passed a young boy sitting at a table.  He suddenly somehow fell and bumped his head.  It was all very exaggerated and I felt he was doing it just to get attention, but I reacted immediately to help him and to bring him back to full consciousness.  No one else seemed to notice or be in care of him.  No one else came to help even though they were watching only a few feet away.  I safely got him sitting upright again and fully aware as quickly as possible.  I let him know I was helping him and he seemed accepting of my help.  Soon two women walked toward us, acknowledging that they were with him.  I couldn't tell which one was his mother as they both felt to me to be equally responsible for the boy.  It was apparent they were appreciative and thankful of my care for him while they had been in the pool, and I was happy they were coming back to be with him, but they didn't seem to have as much concern as I did.  I now felt a stronger urge to just leave and go home.  This place just felt weird to me.

But then it occured to me that if I had gone home, I wouldn't have been here to help the boy.  As dull and pathetic as these people seemed, I knew that my energy could do some good here.  It felt good to help the boy, to give him my attention, care, and love when no one else was there to do it.  I felt such compassion.  I knew it was my choice, that if I wanted to travel higher then I would need to pass by this level in order to do so, and that maybe helping others along the way was what I was supposed to do in order to get anywhere higher than this.  So I made the choice to stay a little longer, giving more of my energy to this place.

As I continued walking, I passed by another table where a man was sitting, who had seen my interaction with the boy and that no one else had stopped to help.  He was telling me it was good that I helped, and he wanted to know if I'd help him too.  I couldn't help but feel obliged.  The feeling of compassion was so strong.  He seemed so timid, but I encouraged him to confide in me.  Eventually he told me that he wished he could "take the floor" although he was afraid to and didn't think it would work.  He wanted to be a motivator, a speaker, but he was afraid no one would listen.  So he felt stuck.  As he explained this to me, I realized why some of the people sitting here seemed to dull and lifeless.  They really were stuck, unable to move because of the way things worked here.  The energy here perpetuated the state of being of this place, and unless they decided to make a change, nothing here would ever change.  If this man really wanted to leave this level, he'd have to first make a change inside of himself. 

I felt so sorry for this man but I was happy he reached out to me, since everyone else was just passing by.  It gave me another opportunity to be of service to someone in need here.  I encouraged him that some things take a process before they can happen, but that if we keep trying we can create the change we want for ourselves.  I told him to just keep trying to muster up the desire and courage to take the floor, to feel what it feels like to speak and be motivating, and that he'll know when the right moment comes for him to get up and do it.  I explained that his expectation of how the others might react or not react to what he had to say wasn't something he needed to be concerned about, because if they wanted to listen to him it was their choice.  Whatever good he had to offer them, he'd have to give it with no strings attached.  I could tell he wished I could help him, but I gently let him know that that wasn't possible.  He had to help himself. 

Then it dawned on me why I was there.  I remembered my intention of wanting to raise my consciousness, and I realized that I was helping myself do that by helping him.  I suddenly felt a sense of compassion for the boy, the two women, and the man that I helped.  I didn't want to go home anymore.  I wanted to travel higher and knew that I would eventually get there.  Memories of other levels were coming back to me, and I realized why I sometimes came back down to lower levels like this one.  If there were people I could help, it helped me to do so.  It was the only way I ever reached the higher levels in the first place.  I realized that going back the other way wouldn't pull the life out of me as long as I continued to raise my consciousness by helping others along the way.  I sensed this was a never-ending process I'd have to engage in if I wanted to continue exploring.

Vicky

Vicky,
What a clear and interesting vision. I love your method of stating your intention before sleeping. I must try that, because I have been having real trouble focusing during meditation enough to access my  guidance (or at least that is my impression).  The issue of being a helper seems to be central. I know that both my mother and sister have gone on to be helpers, fulfilling specific roles in support of certain populations of spirits. Whether it is necessary to reach out as you do, in order to advance spiritually, is probably an individual thing. I know that I have that instinct as well. You are clearly a helper! I look forward to hearing more as you progress.
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Hello Vicky, and thank you for sharing your experience. For reasons I won't get into, I found it helpful.

You probably remember that in the past there were discussions about affirmations and I wasn't real supportive of them.  I believe that the manner in which you used them in this case was helpful. It was a matter of setting your intent rather than stating something that is opposite of what is true.

The part of no strings attached is key. If one gets overly attached to the results of helping another, things can get out of wack.

Nevertheles, wanting to help others is a part of getting out of the muck and progressing to a higher level of being.

recoverer wrote on Aug 22^nd, 2012 at 2:49pm:


You're welcome!  I'm so happy to hear it was helpful to you.