a story from pure awareness
this is something that happened to me overnight, and by overnight, literally yesterday.
itâs amusing how the very desire is what shapes the dream, because the dream is constantly shaping, anyway. the desire itself is awareness appearing as movement. once itâs known, the entire field starts folding into its new shape.
there was a time when the circumstance looked dire, like, in the dream-level, it was beyond repair. words were said, things were broken, and logically, it didnât seem possible to fix. i wasnât even trying anymore; i was exhausted, playing a silly game to distract myself, not expecting anything to change. (& yes, the person behind ourania/sue still has her moments, full breakdowns, even. and you know whatâs funnier? this happened right after one of those breakdowns.)
and then, literally right after that full breakdown (i was even telling myself; "it would be funny if you're ugly crying and things turned out to be okay, anyway. so you're crying for nothing"), the dream turned. the same person who once said there was no way back appeared differently: softer, open again. what seemed impossible dissolved without effort, and the story wrote itself in a completely new direction.
it reminded me that the dream doesnât need time to shift, it only mirrors the knowing already alive within awareness. the desire isnât separate from its fulfillment; itâs the same wave folding into form.
so if something looks unfixable, let it. let it appear hopeless, because even that is only awareness appearing as that before it bends. stay in the knowing that the moment the desire appeared, the dream was already rearranging to meet it, instantly, effortlessly, as it always does.