Dreaming and Singing the New Earth

Dreams never cease to amaze me. While I have considered myself to be quite a prolific dreamer, I sometimes go through spans of time where there are few dreams emerging from the hinterlands of the subconscious. However, lately, it falls into two types: a direct message for myself and the collective, or I am exhaustively working behind the scenes. The latter type is all about healing, coaching, and preparation – not unlike my waking life. Last night’s triple-act-circular-dream for the collective is a first. I share it because I have been writing and doing videos on this very topic of “the shift” over the past several weeks… well, actually, I’ve been talking about it for years.

This morning I woke up singing. I was sitting at my piano keyboard and crooning (Jesus Christ Superstar’s), “I Don’t Know How to Love Him.” As I opened my eyes, becoming aware that I was lying in bed, I could still hear the echoes of a choir of unseen “others” who were harmonizing with me. I smiled. Wow. What a cool dream. But as I lay in my bed, reorienting to waking life, things got a bit more trippy.

In the past, I have awakened from a dream and then recalled that I had actually had a dream within a dream. This time though, in physical reality, I woke up moving my mouth in that slow-motion-dream-state way, singing the referenced song, hearing the echoes of others singing in harmony with me, while remembering that in the dream I had awakened from dreaming the same thing. I know, it kind of hurts my brain too, but I assure you it was as sweet and smooth as honey in this layered-dream phenomenon.

So lying there in bed, I begin to recall the entire dream. In the dream, I found myself waking up and singing the song with the same echoes of a choir, in full harmony with my vocal lead. My dear friend, Eduardo, walked in and said something like, “Good morning. Nice to hear you singing again.” I excitedly said, “Yes, let me tell you about the dream I just woke from.” I looked out over a meadow, took a deep breath in, and noted that the pain, suffering, and violence of Albuquerque, and everywhere on Earth, was in fact, gone.

The dream I was telling him within the dream…

It was after the great transformation and we had shifted into the new incarnation of Earth. We were walking into Albuquerque. It was lush and beautiful, unlike the desert I had known. The animals, the birds, the trees, and the plants were thriving. There were not as many people as before, but we were aware that there were healthy numbers and all colors of human beings among us. I didn’t see the usual Southwestern architecture (which I love), but in the place of that were rather beautiful, sophisticated open-walled structures made of natural materials. We walked up to the home where we knew we had an invitation to stay.

I had a fleeting thought. This is Albuquerque. Is it safe again to be living in this completely open, no-doors, no-locks fashion? (A reference to a direct experience of living in ABQ in 2007-09.)

We got settled in. I remember looking out from this large hut, over a beautiful meadow. The light, the smells, the crisp air was especially notable. There was so much to look forward to and to be thankful for. I felt so much joy. I sat down at a beautiful piano keyboard. Wow. How thoughtful of them, our hosts, to think of me. I was excited to play. The next thing I knew I was waking up playing and singing this song. At the same time, Eduardo was walking in and saying, “Good morning. Nice to hear you singing again…” I had fallen asleep singing at my keyboard. And I woke up singing at my keyboard. I wonder how many times I went around before I actually woke up singing in my bed this morning?

Which dream is the beginning one, and which dream is the end? Perhaps the cycles of life are meant to be beautifully seamless in this way.

It made me think of this passage in the Nag Hammadi’s, Gospel of Thomas:

18)  The disciples said to Jesus, “Tell us how our end will be.” Jesus said, “Have you discovered, then, the beginning, that you look for the end? For where the beginning is, there will the end be. Blessed is he who will take his place in the beginning; he will know the end and will not experience death.” 

 Sara Bareilles singing, “I Don’t Know How to Love Him.”

Note: I haven’t thought of this song in years. I used to cover it in a few San Diego bands and sometimes in my Santa Fe gigging days.

Image of painting, “Butchart Gardens,” by Sandra Smith-Poling, Gallery Nine

Eileen is an author, mystic, songstress, and is actively listening, unpacking, and integrating the Divine codes within. After many numinous experiences, she receives guiding messages for our evolution in consciousness and is here to help others remember the inner cosmic highway within. She has been an invited speaker and facilitator on the topics of the Divine Feminine, evolving consciousness, and the deeper meaning of extraterrestrial, or interdimensional contact.

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