It happened January 10th, 2009. After several hours being on Open Salon, leaving comments and/or messaging back and forth with others on the site, I tiredly crawled into bed. While sleeping, or perhaps in some other state unknown to me, the snapshot photographic glimpse of OSers was this: everyone with their arms flung around each other in a state of camaraderie and good will, with Love and Higher Self prevailing. This was Gift.
At some point during the night, I awakened to the sensation of a vibration in my head and body. It was buzzing, but pleasantly so. It was not sexual or drug or alcohol related, sorry to say. I had the feeling others were participating in this experience, but not in my home. It was musical in that it was closest to many peoples humming or vibrations after bell ringing ; there was a sense of connection with all. This was Gift. I debated getting up to pee, going back to sleep, or what else? I didn’t really understand how to “join in.” My humming skills are as good as my driving skills. I knew I already was part of the group, but really, what was I to do now? Prayer seemed superfluous, words really didn’t belong here. I was so grateful for whatever was happening; I said Thank You, sang part of a song that escapes me now, and slipped easily, blissfully back to sleep.
Earlier in the night, I had the good fortune of reading Mari McNeil’s post “Forgiveness in a pile of Dog Shit”. Read Mari’s post to learn of her own encounter with “a voice.” There are many goodies to take from Mari’s writing, but for now, her honesty about wishing someone else ill, and then BLESSING HIM, over and over was inspirational. That post settled in me, somewhere. Maybe the crook of my knee, perhaps it settled around where the breast tissue connects and spreads into the upper chest musculature. It was this post and others that encouraged me that night, for certain, that we on OS are doing a “good work”; that work is Love, even if every post is not overt in its affections; and you are welcome here. This is Gift.
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I have never dreamed about OS'ers but tend to dream about writing in dreams whether it be for work and other reasons and have dreamed of the opening page as it appears on my G1 just running up and down. And no -- I don't know if this is healthy.
I tend to do most of my work or professional writing early in the morning after waking up before work and family distractons make extended thought difficult if not downright impossible.
My only suggestion for "curbing the urge" is to stop liquid intake earlier. As for eroticism, I take it wherever I can.....
Dorinda Fox,
dreaming about writing? do you get inspired, or just wore out? Do you remember anything, or is it more tiresome.
You have a good spirit about you.
I can see and feel that.
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Take Care,
Greg
So true. This is an accepting place where we can be free to let our deeper selves show. No dreams yet, but the stories I read here are entertaining, challenging and inspiring.
Thanks!
Thanks. So do you.
RicTresa-Yea!You are brilliant! And generous.
Jane-Gateau. I'm not sure I would recognise it, but it sounds Yummylicous. It sounds like a french boat. :).
Mari-thank you. One can never really put a dream in words. But we all have our shared experience.
scruffus-yes! and we recognize that it is special and good here. amen!
Robert Graves has a poem called "The Window Sill":
Presage and caveat not only seem
To come in dream,
But do so come in dream.
Other than the fact that I get a mention in it, it's really quite beautiful (the end is a bit disquieting). And since I'm on OS 24/7, who knows what's a dream and what's real ;-)?
WOOF
I've never dreamed of online friends that I can remember, but I do dream about characters from my work sometimes.
Thank you for this post. Somehow the connection makes me feel larger... ha. Do you know what I mean?
Rated for sincerity.
then there was the time when things were very bad, well there have been several times. and i asked god, what is my mission? seriously, god/gd, why am i here? and he said to me, in my head, your mission, tedley -- he's very very busy. it's a cross between teddy and tetley tea, i guess. i figure, close enough -- is just to survive. everything else is frosting. he often adopts my voice, you see. :) i felt enormous comfort and felt the pressure slide off me. like he really really knew what i'd been through and was tellilng me to chill. love lvoe lvoe and huge gratitude for your fabulously great comments to me and for bringing up such lovely memories.
I have been in a storm. It is foggy and the controls of my ship are not even working right at times. But thank heavens for my little friends.
It's funny, (speaking of metaphysical conincidences) after Blogging for over a year, I had my first dream about the characters who I know online through blogging last night. I woke up, and in the shower thought, "I should blog about that!"
Yours is much more interesting.
and our little life is rounded with the sleep.
The Tempest, Shakespear
I feel so safe in being my true self. At times, I've been overwhelmed by the love, support and prayers that have come my way.
In fact, when I first joined OS (or rather, when I began feeding my Blogger blog into OS, and didn't yet know my OS blog was up), there was one day in particular when I was overcome with a profound feeling of peace and contentment. It was so beautiful and mysterious, until I came home and saw dozens of alerts in my inbox that people were commenting at OS.
When I read all the words of compassion and prayer, the peace I felt was no longer a mystery. It came from the love at OS.
Here's the post about the experience, called "A Big Bubble of Love":
http://open.salon.com/blog/mary_ann_farley/2009/04/04/a_big_bubble_of_love
Definitely trippy and metaphysical! :)
Wonderful post. Rated!