MS #120: May 17, 2026 / posted May 18, 2026
Good morning. I awoke this morning with a very vivid, lucid dream, and I thought it was really curious — because I normally remember the first part of my dream, the teaching part or the setup, and oftentimes the middle part. And in the middle of dreaming the solution, or just about to understand the solution, I normally wake up in either a panic or a quandary. But this morning it was very interesting that I received the whole three-part learning so clearly. And so I’d like to share it, because I just think it’s really very interesting.
The setup for [the teaching of the dream] is: we hosted a gathering for friends last week, and there were several very insightful things that occurred — very beautiful things, exchanges of energy. But one of the things I really got a sense of is how precious, how very precious life is, and the expression of our emotions, our sentiments to one another while we’re still in form.
So the setting, as I mentioned, in this three-part learning, is: I’m in a classroom full of people — primary, secondary, high school classmates, some or all very familiar — and of course, many others. The feeling was of my community as a whole. One in particular I had a connection with, but had never quite spoken to or acted on. There was no expression — just a sort of standoffish feeling of, someday, somehow, maybe I’ll be able to, or I’ll be willing to express. And as I registered this feeling while saying goodbye to everyone, I definitely took that with me as an unexpressed sentiment.
So the second part: in the next scene, I was going on a seemingly ordinary trip, one that I’d been on many times before in the dream. The scene was depicted as a car driving just as smoothly as could be, at a very fast pace — but it was a normal pace; it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. And then, suddenly, I found myself recognizing that the car had hit something very sharp but very small in the road. It was like running over a piece of gravel. But because the car was traveling at such high speed, it stopped in its tracks.
Then, just as suddenly, it occurred to me — that even with the continuation of me, the cosmic part of me, the fullest extent, the awareness that I had and still have in that timeless, peaceful state that I was experiencing in that present moment — as I then recognized the scene, the movement out of my body into my timeless state, as the car did indeed stop abruptly while my body did not — and in fact, matter hitting harder matter, the law of physics takes over. Spirit was suddenly present. I was still in that beautiful state, and yet I was out of form.
And in that moment of recognition, I realized that the most precious thing in this physical world is the immediacy of speech. It’s about how important it is to express — out loud and in person — the love that we have and hold for the people we share life experiences with.
The inner cosmic peace is awesome. Yet once we’re out of this life, especially without the self-expression, it becomes a lost connection.
So the question I asked myself this morning was: first, what do I need to express? And why wait?
And I would encourage you, if you’re hearing this message: what are you waiting for, if you are waiting at all?
I know for me, when I experience the friends and family members in my life who are so expressive and spontaneous — some of them are considered to be oddballs or outcasts — and yet those are the most authentically connected people on planet Earth.
As I thought about the dream, my consciousness went back to being in the present moment with friends this past week, as we hosted a gathering in celebration of a couple coming together. It was so interesting to me, because I always pay attention to the conversations that happen, oftentimes around the breakfast or dinner table. And on this particular morning, as I was getting to know a guest that our friend had brought to our home, the conversation turned to the passing of people from our lives. As the sharing took place, I was very clearly sensing, feeling, and actually seeing this man’s son — a young man who had met with a self-inflicted death, having lived a very, very troubled life. This young man came in to thank his father, to tell him what a good friend he had been to him, that he was sorry for any pain and suffering he had caused, and that he was okay.
And then I saw — through this young man’s eyes — what had caused all of his incredible suffering, starting from a very early age: just trying to crawl out of his skin to get away from the awfulness that had happened to him, having been abused as a young child. And so suddenly, it completely altered this man’s concept and perspective of his son. He was deeply, deeply moved — and yet, being the stoic person that he is, it took many more moments, and an invitation to take a walk into the woods, go down to the stream, and visit the grandmother tree, to bring some peace and perspective to what he had just heard from his own son.
And then, as our beautiful, joyful gathering took place, another friend had come in with her loved one in hospice — on her way out of this world. And as we were preparing to set the intentional field for visioning for this beautiful couple we were celebrating, this dear friend’s loved one came in, wafted in. And there was a big part of me that felt like I wanted to say to her: Go to her now. Go to her now. She needs your support as she makes her way out of form.
And to hear the story later about how this beautiful life was unfolding — rebirthing, or attempting to rebirth, out of form — it made me understand and appreciate the power of the spirit. This beautiful being, this loved one, coming to her sister to ask for help. And of course, there was help, as she set her intention — and we all set the field — for prayers for a safe passage with ease and grace.
Both of these moments are expressions of deep love and honoring. One was the repairing of a misunderstanding, of a deep disconnect, of the yearning, aching heart of a father who had lost his son under very trying circumstances. The other was of our dear friend helping, in her own way, to rebirth her own sister back into the spirit world — even as others around her were desperately holding on, not wanting her to leave. It was seemingly a test of will: one recognizing that it was time to go, willing to go — and those in form so deeply in pain, wanting to hold on to the very last moment against all odds.
And then there was the dream.
And the dream shares with us about self-expression — the privilege of speaking, of sharing, of experiencing life with our dear ones here on this planet. To hold nothing back. To love with an open heart. And to be free of self-doubt and self-limitation — to be that “crazy person” who just absolutely loves and hugs up on everyone, in your own way.
I think that’s the lesson of both of these experiences, and of coming out of my dream state this morning — knowing, truly, that all is well.
