Friday, July 8, 2011

DREAMING OF INDIA

Early one morning a couple of years ago, I had a lucid dream of being in India. Startled by the power and beauty of being there once more, my heart was happy. I was home. The fragrance of pungent incense was suspended in the heavy, moist air, mixed with the unforgettable smell of rich earth. I walked through a small village, between simple dwellings, held together with clay-baked walls and dry grass roofs. Heat pressed in, holding me still, centered in every movement.

Looking down, I saw bare, brown feet, stepping out from under my long, orange robe. Villagers passed by and brought their hands together in a silent greeting. I greeted them with the same pranam, before continuing along a narrow path, gracefully formed beneath a canopy of trees.

As I moved on, I knew with certainty, that I was looking through the compassionate eyes of Father Bede Griffiths. On waking, I went online to discover what this beautiful mystic wanted to tell me. He who was dreaming new insights into my world, and I into His.

Several days later, I came across a video titled, “A Human Search. The Life of Father Bede Griffiths.” In awe, I watched footage of Father Bede Griffiths walking along the exact, same path I had walked in my dream, proving that in essence, whether we realize it or not, we are the same Awareness looking through different pairs of eyes.🙏❤️

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