Crazy Dream #1
Last night
I had a dream that an old Toltec spiritual guru and mystic was guiding me and telling a prophecy about who I really am. My true identity.
(Toltecs were an ancient culture in Central America. “The Toltec were not a race or culture like the Aztecs or Mayans who came later, but were a society of artists and spiritual seekers in what is now Mexico. They stressed spirituality, wisdom, art)
So the old Toltec mystic was telling me about my true, but forgotten, identity by engraving it into my left upper arm. I remember there was a table of dark colored tools. He used some black pointy thing to etch a primitive tattoo by digging that thing into my flesh, but it didn’t hurt. The "tat” turned out black though, not red scarring.
There was a vertical line with arrows on the top and bottom to represent my body. (I suppose the arrows pointing N and S part meant being connected to a higher being while still inhabiting earth). Next, he drew a heart in the center of the arrow to represent my heart (duh) but also the two sides of the heart represented my arms (if the arrow was the body, the heart halves were my arms) and said that my purpose in life was to love. And perhaps that’s everyone’s life purpose, but he strongly emphasized it, implying that I was to love even greater than others, a love that would be very encompassing and painfully stretching out to cover and reach those who are not easy to be reached. He stressed this by outlining a bigger heart around the smaller heart and drawing it in such a way so that the halves extended outwards, like wings. So there was the body, the heart of arms and heart of wings. He said I was a healer and that I would reach to heal many people. He said that I’m the kind of person who needs to retreat alone often to restore and re-energize my spirit and center myself to do my life purpose and that it’s vital for me to do so. He said “it’s understandable” for me to isolate and retreat like this, as if he were empathizing and somehow knew that I had been secretly shunning myself for my habit of retreating and cutting myself off from the world. (I really do feel guilty for this IRL). Don’t condemn yourself for this; that’s who you are.
I know I kept writing “said” but I only mean that figuratively. The thing was that the Toltec grandpa was a man of few words. He just seemed to transmit his words to me by speaking a few select words, but mainly through his art of slowly engraving the prophecy on my bicep.
When I woke up, I realized that my understanding of his prophecy was founded on an actual, real life prophecy I had received about 3 years ago. There’s a Christian prophet actually notable in Korea who gives and records prophecies (gives CDs of it so the person can ‘check’ later) I think a famous diplomat received one and a journalist was comparing the prophecy on the CD to his actual life and how true it was. There was just ONE word from the Christian prophet prophecy from 3 years ago (which was totally different from this dream one) that made me automatically recognize and better understand the Toltec prophecy in my dream which was: “wings”. That’s the one key word that links the real life proph. to the dream one. I feel like I’m trying to make a point but it’s all jumbled.. LOL
Psychology would tout the whole “self-fulfilling prophecy” theory and I do believe in that too. Yet, in my mind, things like submitting the self to suffering just don’t fit in with the whole SFP theory. Plus, I seriously have a hard time loving.
I’m really glad that I’m starting to dream again. The last few months I’ve been really stressed/upset and haven’t had many dreams. But now I’m back I think.
holy shit i had weird dreams
i dont dream spiritual dreams as much these days it seems
