More on Reality and Dreaming

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Bethany Fischer

April 5, 2024

We can explore the spiritual, psychological, and scientific aspects that together form our concept of reality. These are all connected and can be seen as the same (or similarly, same creator) but with awareness of ourselves and world comes learning, the ability to heal ourselves and change our experience of life. As we empower ourselves, we begin to realize our capabilities to manifest and guide our experience of reality, along with the conscious choices that we can make in life, and the immense power that comes from within.

I had one spiritual teacher growing up named Sai Baba who said “Life is a Dream, Realize it” and “Life is a game, play it.” At the same time I was also a Christian and followed Jesus while also following other spiritual leaders, past saints, Ascended Masters… I grew up being exposed to a variety of religions and beliefs, to me they are all gateways to the same God, the same light, and thus I take from them all as I follow my own spiritual way.

I will share a recent important dream I had was of Baba actually, sitting in a room that was down a hallway, and in the dream I had passed away and was with him. In the dream I realized I spent too much time stuck in one particular room (where of course, there were signs of addiction and things I wasted my life on) whereas I had been free to walk down that hall during life and just be with him in that other room. I realized I should have taken another path, one with God, and saw this as a message to do so and leave that room where I had been stuck so long, hiding. Reassuringly, he told me that he had always been there in life, no matter what had happened or what path I chose. I’m making the conscious effort now to take the path that walks with God IN and DURING my life as well as after.

Lastly, a very “small” but interesting experience while writing this, my son wanted to play a game where he likes to feel trapped and tickled. We find it so funny that he always says, “I’m stuck, but it’s ok, it’s only temporary!” It kind of reminded me of life in general when I would get stuck in one reality or recreating certain experiences (in his case he wanted to tickled repeatedly). Luckily, like my son in his tickle traps, each time it was only temporary. Just as in life, and we can discover our power and break out of “stuckness” when we no longer confine ourselves to limiting beliefs. Also funny is how he asks for the fastest or slowest tickles, and the most ticklish and least ticklish tickles, if there is a scale on how “ticklish” a tickle can be.

It reminded me of life, in that we can’t always control what happens, but we do have some conscious choice in how we experience. I could tell my son that I’m about to give him the most ticklish tickles ever and he would experience this because he believed in it. Certain parts of life can feel out of our control, such as how much suffering we go through, or on the other hand, how much joy. However, this also comes from our beliefs, our perceptions of self and the world, what we experienced in the past, and so much more. Having a positive worldview that consists of love and joy, in a world full of caring people, can lead us to experience life in this positive manner as we become increasingly aware of these aspects of the world. On the other hand, if we go into an experience expecting pain and feeling disempowered, we are likely to experience more suffering.

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April 5, 2024

This brings to mind an event that had peculiarly dreamlike aspects.

I was walking in a forest alongside a woman who meant a great deal to me, an immensely complicated woman struggling with her own demons. Her bravery in the face of repeated adversity was an inspiration. But she was so busy clearing a path through an internal forest choked with vines and tangled undergrowth that it was difficult for her to see beyond that. A large part of my life had become devoted to helping her clear her path, in any way I could. This effort was not without benefit for me. She possessed an innate power, an inner light that was working on me merely by proximity. Still, in my heart there was a wish that she could find the peace she was seeking, take a few deep breaths and recognize how potent she could be sharing that light in the lives of others.

Someone asked at that time, “Why do you keep going back?” I gave a typical jokey reply: dealing with her while she was riding her awful roller coaster was terrible much of the time, exhausting most of the time…but 3% of the time, it was sublime. And when those words came out of my mouth, I knew that it was no joke at all. The three-percent figure was (a) tragically, almost certainly accurate, but (b) even that tiny fraction was enough of a glimpse into something touching upon the divine to give me hope. “Sublime” is an attribute in short supply.

It’s my nature that in the course of any walk, I seek the highest path. Though there were many trails in those woods, there were none up to the top of a ridgeline to our right. “Let’s see what we can see up there,” I suggested, and she agreed. We scrambled skyward. And there was indeed a worthwhile view to be had.

Then it was time to get back down, but our stroll along the ridge brought us to a trickier slope. Rather than retrace our steps, we started down, grabbing hold of rock outcroppings and saplings to steady ourselves. I was gaining a little too much upper-body momentum but I had my eye on a small tree straight ahead and reached out to take hold–

–and it was if the tree in my hand had no roots at all securing it to the soil. It came loose and my momentum reaching for it accelerated me faster and more precipitously. I fell headfirst. Twenty feet ahead I saw a small boulder poking out of the ground. My head was aimed directly at it.

All of this happened in an instant, and writing about it takes a lot of words and a lot more time than the actual event. My hiking companion was behind me. I felt her hand clutching my leg, just for a moment, as she tried to break my fall. Was it enough? Was that why, when my head hit the boulder, I didn’t die?

Didn’t sustain a concussion.

Didn’t get cut.

Picked myself, dusted myself off.

Back on the path, both of us giddy with the elation us humans feel when a terrible accident is narrowly averted, she told me, “In the seconds before you started to fall, I saw it all. It was there, I saw it in front of me. You, grabbing the tree you hadn’t even started to reach toward; the tree giving way; your head striking the rock. But what I saw was you hitting that rock and not getting back up. I saw you dead. Which is why I started my movement to stop you before you started to fall. Which is why I was able to grab you just in time, just enough.”

Was this the World behind this world sending a message to me, to her, to us? My mental jukebox (Higher Self?) thinks so. Here’s the lyric that bubbled up as I was remembering what you said to me that day that woman’s vision saved my life.

“And every one of them words rang true and glowed like burning coal
Pouring off of every page like it was written in my soul.”

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I’m Bethany

Welcome to my blog, this is an open journal of my life experiences as an avenue of expression for the spiritual, recovery, and healing processes that I am continuously going through, as I continue to learn and explore. Both as a hobby for fun and for inspiration. I am a 38 year old mother of two autistic children, a recovering alcoholic and addict, former environmental scientist, and most of all spiritual being working with my guides exploring various ideas as they come to me, in the effort to use my life experiences and the ideas, concepts and processes I go through to try to help others. I am pursuing a degree in psychology.

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