My First Book Talk

Emanuel For LoveThis past weekend I gave my first talk on my book which was held at the Martin Luther King Library in downtown DC.  It was organized by Sheila Cash who is the organizer for the DC Metro Metaphysics and Enlightenment Group.  The talk lasted for about an hour and 20 min and about 30 people were in attendance.  The talk was well received with great feedback.  I didn’t prepare much in advance I simply allowed the talk to flow naturally.  I was very relaxed.  All in all it was a great experience.  I even sold a few books and made a few new friends.


Your talk was extraordinary! You are an incredible speaker……..sincere, humble, interesting and engaging! Thanx so much!
Love, Sheila

The Little Buddha's Thimble

Little Buddha

These were incredible dreams as usual.  I was having a dream where I am in a movie theatre.  As I’m waiting for the movie to begin I notice it is awfully dark.  It then occurs to me to stick my hands in front of my face to see if I can see them.  I immediately become lucid.  I then notice that the further from me that I place my hands my hands seem to disappear with distance.  Wanting to disappear myself into the unknown matrix before me I decide to move forward into the disappearing unknown.  I then have a false awakening yet I remain within the theatre.  I can’t seem to move.  I’m stuck as if I am being held down by some invisible force.  I relax and mediate knowing I’ve been able to trigger an out of body experience before under these circumstances.  I manage to move forward just a few inches.  I then realize if I can’t move forward let me grab on to whatever is in front of me and pull back into my reality.  I then leap forward grabbing whatever I can and immediately pull back. 


I immediately awoke from the dream.  Held tightly in my arms was the spirit of a man.  He looked at me in shock and said to me, “…but you died?” “I am not dead,” I said.  I allowed him to look around at my world for a few moments then I gently guided him back into the dimension from where he came. 


I then meditated and gently returned to the wakeful dream.  I then heard him telling others about his vision of me and how I had died and had now come back as a ghost.  As he is saying this to the others I appear in their world.  I am now apparently a ghost within their world.  They showed me how I had died.  I had been pushed out of a moving vehicle.  My body went rolling down a mountainous ravine.  I relived the painful event as they recounted the story and when my spirit left my body I awoke in another dimension.  It was a beautiful and peaceful experience even though the death was very tragic and very painful.  I somehow knew it was meant to happen that way.  I welcomed my death.  I was shown around my celestial home where many were congregating to greet me on my return.  It felt like a mystical place in India with many scents and musical tones.  I then heard the sound of a baby cry in the distance.  I understood their language even though it was not English.  I understood it to be my native tongue. 


I could now see the baby who was wearing bangles on my wrists, waist and feet.  He was learning to stand up on his own and walk.  I somehow knew this child to be the Little Buddha.  I asked to see him.  I wanted to hold him and meet him.  I felt he was being concealed by his family for reasons unknown to me.  His importance was shrouded in great secrecy.  No one knew, but  I somehow knew the truth.  I was allowed to go over and hold him in my arms.  He seemed to want to cling to me as if I was its mother.  As I gave him back he made one final gesture by out stretching his little hand toward me.  I grabbed his little hand and immediately dropped into a painful state of ecstasy.  There was great joy and bliss to be found in the pain.  It was like nothing I had ever felt before in my life. 


ThimbleI was then given a tour of this celestial home.  I was taken to meet an androgynous being who reminded me of a Hindu god.  He was so peaceful I felt his bliss.  Streams of light flowed from his body.  He looked at me with endearing and passionate eyes.  His story he did tell me in a single glance.  I then knew he was the Buddha.  I was then allowed to choose a souvenir to bring back with me.  I chose a thimble. In the thimble I had concealed the etheric essence of this celestial world.  They caught on to what I was trying to do.  So they took the thimble from me and removed the spiritual embers that burned with passion within the thimble.  They said I could not take them with me for their home was in the heavens, so they emptied the thimble and handed it back to me.


They then said that instead they would allow me to bring back a secret.  They walked me down a long corridor to a room with a double door.  They opened the doors to reveal the system responsible for the physical laws required to achieve interstellar travel. He said I could reproduce this system on earth.  My eyes must have bulged out 10 times their normal size.  “Are you kidding me? I’m not a physicist,” I said. He replied, “But I just gave you the secret, would you like me to show that to you again?”  I said, “You better because I don’t know what you are talking about.” He then showed me a model simulation that would make it easier for me to understand. It looked something like a lava lamp with electrical impulses that flowed through the interstellar medium similar to a light bulb.  I understood the interior space to represent outer space.  I could see the luminous jelly like space ships within the lava lamp taking their needed energy from the space within.  Underneath the belly of each craft was a spinning wheel that spun rhythmically with sacred geometry and the light stream of consciousness.


In the story of the Little Buddha, a Hindu Prince called Siddhartha embarks on a journey to attain enlightenment and is viewed by the children in the Story. Mara, a jealous demon, senses that Siddhartha (Keanu Reeves) is about to attain enlightenment and sends his daughters to distract him. Failing to do so, he attempts to shatter Siddhartha’s resolve and thus begins an onslaught of threats, intimidation and temptation. Mara summons a terrifying horde of monsters of every conceivable description but even something as horrific as this still leaves Siddhartha unmoved, unperturbed. Instead he transforms the weapons which these hosts threw at him into lotus petals which exude a lovely fragrance as they gently floated down to earth. Mara decides that Siddhartha will not deny himself and turns into his image in a reflection on a pool of water. Instead Siddhartha reaches and pulls the image out of the water. The classic Buddhist dialogue between Mara and Siddhartha takes place:

Mara: “You who go where others dare not; Will you be my God? The architect of my house?” Siddhartha: “Finally I meet the illusion of self; Your evil house will not be built again.” Mara: “But you live in me; I am your house.” Siddhartha: “O, trickster; phantom of my own ego, you are pure illusion. You, self, do not exist. The earth is my witness to this Supreme Enlightenment.”

Lama Norbu explains that Siddhartha defeated an army of demons, simply through his observance of patience and tolerance. He achieved great peacefulness and compassion, through self-detachment from illusions.

I was currious why of all things I had chosen a thimble to bring back.  So I went to my trusted Wikipedia and learned that thimbles were used to measure spirits.  Interesting play on words. 

I was also unfamiliar with the exact meaning of Interstellar so I promptly looked it up on Wikipedia which lead me to Interstellar Medium.


Before modern electromagnetic theory early physicists postulated that an invisible luminiferous aether existed as a medium to carry lightwaves. It was assumed that this aether extended into interstellar space, as R. H. Patterson wrote in 1862, “This efflux occasions a thrill, or vibratory motion, in the ether which fills the interstellar spaces” (Ess. Hist. & Art 10).


In the late 19th century, luminiferous aether (or ether), meaning light-bearing aether, was the term used to describe a medium for the propagation of light.[1] The word aether stems via Latin from the Greek αθήρ, from a root meaning to kindle, burn, or shine. It signified the substance thought in ancient times to fill the upper regions of space, beyond the clouds.

Later theories including special relativity were formulated without the concept of aether. Today the aether is regarded as a superseded scientific theory.

Maybe it is time we revisit those old theories.  They may hold more truth than our skeptical minds assume.

It's Time To Grow Up Peter Pan

Peter PanLast night’s dream was most interesting.  I find myself on the fifth floor of a school house.  Strangely I’m able to see through the walls and floors of the building.  We have been tasked to re-arrange the furniture in such a way that would allow for the maintenance crew to easily access the interior spaces of the building.  In re-arranging the furniture, I notice that as I re-arrange the furniture on my floor the furniture on the lower floors is also mysteriously re-arranged as if there is a trickle down effect.  I realize my approach to re-arranging the furniture must be with an awareness of the global affect on all floors.  Now with the ability to see the overall picture, I become aware that the arrangement I’ve chosen makes it impossible for the maintenance people to come in and do their work because the entrances to the living quarters are blocked on the lower floors.  I’m then told that I have not properly considered how the maintenance people would be entering the building.  I had assumed they would be entering through the front door.  I’m then told the arrangement does work because the maintenance people are able to enter through the windows on every floor and are not limited to the use of the front door.  Even with this description, I have a sense of being trapped.  Unhappy with the arrangement I know there must be a better alternative.  I determine there is a sofa on my floor that is the cause of the bottleneck and my sense of entrapment.  The sofa is lodged tightly between some other furniture pieces.  I begin jumping up and down on the sofa attempting to dislodge it when suddenly the sofa becomes dislodged.  All the furniture is now floating as if the floors have completely disappeared.  All the furniture now moves freely with grace and ease between the many floors. 


TalonsI am a fraternity pledge. Knowing this I’m now aware that the pledge master of the house has been ruthlessly working his pledges for his own personal interests.  I want to expose him and free myself and the others who are under his control.  I now have a clear path to freedom.  I receive a signal from a fellow pledge who indicates to me that now is the time to run.  I know I can fly. I know my powers are now greater and flight is now longer a matter of simply flapping my wings.  I have the ability to soar free with merely a thought.  I take a deep breath and soar to a point atop a high tower that is many stories tall.  I turn to see the pain of my pledge brothers.  I must free them.  By seeing me, they know they are enslaved.  They now know they can be set free.  Standing atop the tower, I spread my wings.  I can see my shadow upon the ground below and the incredible wingspan.  They now know what is possible.  Again I spread my wings shaking them and my body vigorously.  I see the black talons on my back come loose.  I am free.


I woke up and the first thought that entered my mind was that of Peter Pan.  The only thing I remembered of the Peter Pan story was that he flew around with Tinker Bell.  Outside of that, I knew nothing about Peter Pan.  When I arrived at work I looked up the story.  I was surprised to find some striking similarities to my dream.  Peter Pan lived in Neverland and was the leader of the Lost Boys.  Peter had the ability to fly. One night, Peter is spotted and, while trying to escape, he loses his shadow. On returning to re-claim his shadow he meets Wendy who manages to reattach his shadow.


The most apparent thematic thread in the story concerns “growing up” (or not), with the character of Peter wanting to remain a child forever in order to avoid the responsibilities of adulthood. “Peter Pan syndrome” has become a psychiatric term named by Dr. Dan Kiley to describe an adult who is afraid of commitment or refuses to act his age. It is also sometimes used to positively describe an innocent, childlike approach to life.

The Sonar Stream

SonarThis seemed an appropriate dream to place here. In the dream I am about to take a shower. I walk into the shower stall and turn on the water. I then notice the stream of water isn’t hitting me. The stream seems to be falling short vanishing in mid air. I step out of the shower to look at this peculiarity from a distance. Sure enough the water stream is vanishing just above where my head would be. Somehow I know the cause of the interference. It is the sonar stream; an intense sound wave that scatters the water and creates a fine mist. I stick my hand in to prove to myself that my hand would be wet if I passed it through the stream. I do so feeling my fingers. Sure enough my fingers are wet. I decide to attempt to take a shower allowing the stream to do its work. I have faith that my body will be cleansed when I am done. Upon stepping out of the shower my partner tells me that he has received an invitation. Knowing there is something strange going on here for which I need more direct answers to I decide to ask him a probing question. I’m now semi-lucid. Turning to him, I ask point-blank, “Where are they inviting you to?” Seemingly confused that I am asking him a probing question, he does not answer. Again I ask him sternly, “Where are they inviting you to?” I hear the sound of my voice clearly as it resonates within me waking me up from out of the dream. I maintain my dream awareness and remain in bed with my eyes closed.  Tongue tied he still does not answer looking around not knowing what to do. Knowing I must get an answer from him before the dream slips, I again in an unwavering voice ask him, “WHERE ARE THEY INVITING YOU TO!?!” Somewhat annoyed, he finally answers, “I’m not gay.”


The Emerald Eyes of Poseidon

Bearded PoseidonI am at Sunset Harbour watching the boats go by.  There is a ship coming in to dock.  It makes its’ turn but is coming in too fast. Someone is going to be injured.  It hit the wall of the dock and bounces like a rubber ball making one complete rotation in the air.  Upon hitting the water it bounces again and is propelled in the air toward the land where I am standing.  It lands several feet in front of me and begins to slide down the hill toward the water.  I’m hoping the boat will slide gently enough to allow it a safe landing.  Upon hitting the water the ship capsizes.  My consciousness now is down below the water watching the injured scurry for their lives.  I’m amazed that my consciousness moved so quickly and is viewing these events with such clarity.  There is one person who appears to be dead.  His body is now floating at the surface of the water.  I then wake up and grabbed my voice recorder to record the details of the dream.  Afterwards, I lay back down and began my meditation.  In a vision I saw a man with piercing glowing emerald eyes.  Trauma and turmoil like the unpredictability of the oceans are a part of life.  It happens to the best of us.


The dream reminded me of the Poseidon Adventure so when I got to work I looked for an image to display with the dream.  Coincidentally and to my surprise, I found the I found an image of a statue showing the piercing emerald green eyes of Poseidon.  However, this image was not my favorite.  I preferred the bearded images of Poseidon. So here I will display both to honor my dream.  I learned that Poseidon is actually the god Neptune and is the brother of Zeus.  


Emerald Eyes of PoseidonThe funny thing is I had a great deal of turmoil arise after this dream in a personal situation which I’ll try to describe vaguely.  Someone I know said something about someone else in a group of people.  I don’t know the person he was talking about, but I did feel strongly that what he had said about the other person was slimy and very inappropriate and not in keeping with the spiritual principles and our traditions in recovery.  I confronted the person about his actions.  I also discussed my feelings without specifics to others.  In the end, this person’s words came back around to bit him in the ass.  He then accused me of having repeated what I heard him say of the other person to that person.  I was unable to reason with him.  The situation seemed to just get worse from there.  He made all sorts of threatening comments to me and is now even threatening to sue me.  Of course, I know it is all talk because there is no basis for a lawsuit.  This could be what my dream was trying to alert me to.  In the end, this person decided to to part with our support group.  In essence this event killed his recovery because he could not face his own actions.  The man is dead to his recovery.

An Extraterrestrial Visit

Arecibo MessageThis was another incredible dream.  In the dream, I find myself at work.  A co-worker is being transferred into my team.  He was a valued member and lead analyst in his previous group.  I use to hold his position early in my career and at that time he was my second in command. Prior to this, we had been discussing that he was rightly deserving of a merit increase and a corresponding increase in pay.  I was behind him on his request although I was no longer his superior.  Now I see that they honored his request by moving him into my team.  I counsel him by explaining that with this move he should now be entitled to two merit increases, one for his previous role for which he was rightly overdue and one for his new responsibilities.  I ask him if they had granted him both.  He smiles and tells me that he is simply happy and thankful to now hold the title of Engineer and to be working alongside of me.  


He has two monitors that he has brought with him which he hangs on the wall in the workspace we both share.  I’m worried that the way he has anchored the bolts that secure the monitor to the wall will place our work area at risk of having the monitor come loose and injure someone.  I tell him he must secure the monitor if he intends to leave them there.  


We are now outside admiring the night sky.  As I’m looking at him and his shoulder length hair I become lucid. I’m now quietly comparing my co-workers image to his image in real life.   Their features are not similar.  The dream co-worker is much different from my memory of my real life co-worker.  What makes me associate the two?  As I’m contemplating this I see a space craft in the night’s sky amidst the many stars.  I immediately draw my dream co-worker’s attention to the space craft.  At first he doesn’t believe me.  Yes, I tell him it is a space craft.  The craft has 4 distinct layers or tiers.  I begin hailing the craft telepathically by raising my arms in the air.  I tell my co-worker to watch the way the craft is maneuvering.  In this way he will know it is in fact a space craft.  My co-worker is now also convinced that it is a space craft.  The craft then maneuvers a shuttle craft and lands behind me within three blinks of an eye.  It happened so quickly I barely had time to turn around.  The inhabitants of the craft are now walking toward me.  They are human in appearance.  It is all happening so quickly.  They are coming at me so fast that I have to take several steps back.  


The surprise of the approach wakes me up out of my sleep.  I open my eyes to see a large slender green alien creature coming toward me in my bedroom.  He is at least 8 feet tall.  I immediately raised my palm toward him and placed a loving image in my mind.  I immediately saw streams of rainbow colored light flowing from me to him.  His image became illuminated as he stopped in his tracks.  The image disappeared and I got up out of bed to run to the restroom.  


When I returned to bed I recorded the details of the dream/vision and began to meditate.  I was hoping to go back there.  After a few moments, I had a vision where I was on board their space craft.  They were celebrating.  They knew I was watching.  They gathered together 5 of them to do a line dance for me which was reminiscent of the childhood.  They wanted to let me know they had received my message and were joyous and above all peaceful.  

The Knight That Brought The Ghost Of Mary Magdelene

KnightsLast night I had a very unusual dream.  I am at a men’s club with my ex.  Along with the regular activities of the club there are now also some spiritually focused activities. I decide to leave my ex behind to attend one of the prayer workshops.  Once the workshop is completed, I return to see if I can see my ex.  I notice that even though it is 12 midnight the sun has just dawned.  I am looking around for my ex but it appears that he has left because his locker number 12 has been vacated.  His room 112 is also empty.  Someone sarcastically says to me, “Well I guess your partner left you.”  Instead of feeling sad about it, I am feeling happy that now this turn of events might open new opportunities for me. 


I then see a group of people gathering who say there is a ghost among them.  It is the ghost of Mary Magdalene.  They are trying to look for the apparition to see it with their own eyes.  Knowing I’m good at seeing ghosts, I enter the crowd to see if I can spot the ghost of Mary Magdalene.  I then enter into a dark room.  I’m trying to gather myself together by putting my wallet in my pocket but I notice that my wallet is much thinner than before.  All of the sudden I am swept up from behind by an invisible force.  The forward motion lifts me off my feet and carries me away.  The swift forward motion literally woke me up.  My whole body moved forward in my bed causing me to strain my back and shoulder such that now those parts of me were hurting.  I opened my eyes to defend myself.  When I opened my eyes there was a woman floating above my head.  She had a luminous purple and magenta cloud around her.  I gave her a mean and unwelcome stare but I was unsure if she was responsible for this action.


Confused with what was going on, I immediately closed my eyes to return to the dream.  I wanted to confront what it was that had pushed me forward so abruptly.  Laying in bed now I could still feel the ache of my back and shoulder.  I remained with my eyes closed to continue the dream.  Fully lucid and awake now, the dream resumed.  Before me there was an armor shield with an armored knight behind it.  The shield had embossed on it the image of a square.  That square was sub-divided into four smaller squares.  Three of the squares were ornately designed with the exception of the fourth square in the upper right corner which was solid black.   Faced with my aggressor, I tried to mentally remove the armor shield from between us but I could not move it or change its position in any way.   At a standoff, I decided to open my eyes and address this issue from my 3rd dimensional reality.  Upon opening my eyes, the image of the woman was still before my eyes.  I relaxed and meditated and gently raised my palm to acknowledge her presence.  I then placed a loving thought in my mind and sent healing energy to her.  Her continence illuminated with brilliant orange and yellow hues.  Her image then slowly faded and I got up out of bed to go to the bathroom.  Upon returning to bed I recorded all the detail of the dream.

Where the Angels Play

Florida KeysLast night I had a dream where I find myself in the arms of God.  He holds me in his arms as I sleep. In the dream, I wake up and realize where I am.  I realize that this is where I have longed to be.  I then start making baby noises, baby talk of some sort. Even though I can’t yet speak I am able to communicate with my Love.  I can hear the beat of his heart and mine responding to his.  I am happy to finally be in this place that I have longed for.


I nestle my face and nose into his chest.  As I do this, I immediately transition into an alternate reality and my surroundings change.  I am in a state of ecstasy flying over the turquoise blue waters of what seems to be the Florida Keys. I am flying inches above the surface of the water with an ease that is so natural and free.  I have not a fear in the world.  I can feel the wind and the ocean spay against my chest and belly.  I then choose to land in the shallow waters just of the coast.  I am amazed that the waters here are so shallow that my feet are able to touch the sand below.  I see others swimming and enjoying the waters around me.  I am in heaven where the angels play. 


This was such an incredible dream.  When I awoke in the morning I couldn’t help but link this dream to the dream I had about the clown where my belly hit the surface of the water and I was forced to do a retake.  Somehow I understood this dream to be telling me that I was somehow successful in the retake.  This was the retake which allowed me to now experience God in this way.  


The Inaugural Address

Tennis Court OathLast night I had a dream where I am now working for myself but as of yet I don’t have anything that I am called to do.  I have a series of voting machines that my aunt Andrea donated to my new business.  The power cords are still tie wrapped such that you can tell that the machines have never been used before.  I am sitting there waiting for work to come in.  I then receive a contract assignment from my former job as a paralegal to handle some state filings.  I am happy to have received some work.  I am then told that I have been selected to speak at the Presidential Inauguration.  I am one of a few who have been hand picked to make a presentation speech.  There is a memo being issued to the parents of those selected honoring them.  It details the selection process and is apparent that to have been selected is one of the greatest honors based on merit achievement one could receive.  

I woke up with a great sense of awe. 

Confronted by the Achilles’ heel to see with the Eyes of God

Achilles' HeelLast night’s dreams came with a sense of profound importance.  Twice I awoke abruptly to see the presence of spirit energy before my eyes.  The first dream was somewhat of a false awakening except I was not in the process of awakening but instead I was in the process of being put to sleep. 

I normally keep my wallet on the nightstand beside my bed.  In the dream I notice someone casually walking through my house. He did not look suspicious but I somehow knew I could not trust him.  He seemed to have come looking for something specific.  He passed by my wallet and I knew he had found what he had come for.  I immediately got up in the dream.  My wallet was still on the nightstand but I knew it was not my wallet he was after it was my identity.  I called to my attendant to intercede and block him from leaving the house.  The man was rushing down the stairs but at the bottom of the stairs was standing my attendant.  I went for it and jump propelling my heels forward in the air down the stairs as I back kick him with my heel giving him a great blow to the forehead. 

The impact woke me up.  I awoke to find his head wrapped in my arms in a neck lock as I stuggled to drag him into my world to hold him accountable.  I could litterally feel the touch of his body against mine.  I opened my eyes and saw the man now knocked unconscious struggling to get up off the floor.  His image appeared floating above me as he lain sideways with his legs drawn to one side.  He looked at me as if to say, “Why did you attack me?”  I immediately sat up in bed and pointed at him and telepathically told him, “You are the one who stole my identity.”  He looked at me shocked and in total disbelief.  Angered, I got up out of bed and walked down the hallway and sat on the commode for a few minutes while I attempted to calm down.  I then returned to bed and recorded the details of what had just happened in my voice recorder. 

I meditated until I started to drift off again.  I immediately returned to the scene of the crime.  I became aware that in having had my identity stolen, I had in essence lost my ability to see.  Knowing this and knowing I was lucid now in this visioning state, I envisioned through my third eye having now recovered my eyes.  I now held my right eye in my right hand and my left in my left.  I gently raised them up and placed them back into the sockets of my eyes.  I opened my eyes (in the vision) and I immediately saw a radiant orange gladiator of a gentleman rush over to help supervise the operation.  He was of the faerie realm.  He looked at me and confirmed that I had placed them properly in my head. 

I then heard a voice say, “Now he sees with the Eyes of God.”  Amazed that now I could see collectively with my three eyes, I remained there intent on seeing the many colors of the rainbow.  I watched as the beautiful colors swirled with pulsating light all around me.  I wondered if my physical vision had changed any so I opened my physical eyes and saw the image of the radiant orange gladiator floating in my room watching over me.  I noticed how the eyes of the gladiator were blue.  He then gently closed his eyes and fell asleep before me.  I too then closed my eyes and fell into a dream.

In the dream, I am visiting my ex Michael who now lives in California.  He has invited me and my sister to stay at his place.  As I walk into his apartment, I notice the same as being very small.  It is a tiny one bedroom apartment.  This is way too small to accommodate any number of guests but is perfectly suited for him alone.  He has wonderful friendly neighbors and all the accommodations anyone could possibly ask for.  They have community activities.  One of those to which he takes my sister and I, is that of candle making.  I want to have some time alone with Michael.  So I close the door and we begin to talk.  I am reminiscent of the times we spent together accompanying each other through life.  I miss that time.  I would like to have that again but I know that this situation is the best possible situation for Michael at this point in time.  I know that he needs to be encouraged to remain where he is at.  I can be happy that we had time to build together many candles that tower several feet high.    

In the morning when I was going over my voice recordings from the night, it struck me as being curious that I struck the man with my heel.  The word Achilles heel came to mind.  I tried to think back to the story of Achilles but my mind confused it with the story of Oedipus and all I could remember was that he unknowingly marries his mother and has children by her.  Somehow I knew there had to be more to the story. 

When I got to work I looked up the story of Achilles. 

An Achilles’ heel is a fatal weakness in spite of overall strength, actually or potentially leading to downfall. While the mythological origin refers to a physical vulnerability, metaphorical references to other attributes or qualities that can lead to their downfall are common.  According to a myth arising later, his mother, Thetis, had dipped the infant Achilles in the river Styx, holding onto him by his heel, and he became invulnerable where the waters touched him — that is, everywhere but the areas covered by her thumb and forefinger — implying that only a heel wound could have been his downfall.  

I immediately knew what the dream was referring to without question.  Those fatal choices of that past if repeated would be my undoing.  There is a Divine Intelligence that is speaking to me with wisdom beyond the physical.  So my question now was, was my initial confusion between the Oedipus and Achilles stories intentional?  I then went to look up the Oedipus story.

OedipusOedipus was the son of Laius and Jocasta and became king of Thebes after killing his father, solving the riddle of the Sphinx and unknowingly marrying and having children by his mother.

 Laius hears a prophecy that his son will kill him. Fearing the prophecy, Laius pierces Oedipus’ feet and leaves him out to die, but a herdsman finds him and takes him away from Thebes. Oedipus, not knowing he was adopted, leaves home in fear of the same prophecy that he would kill his father and marry his mother. Laius, meanwhile, ventures out to find a solution to the Sphinx’s riddle.  As prophesied, Oedipus crossed paths with Laius and this leads to a fight where Oedipus slays Laius. Oedipus then defeats the Sphinx by solving a mysterious riddle to become king. He marries the widow queen Jocasta not knowing she is his mother. A plague falls on the people of Thebes. Upon discovery of the truth, Oedipus blinds himself and Jocasta hangs herself. After Oedipus is no longer king, Oedipus’ sons kill each other.

Wow…apparently it was intentional.  How similar to my dream, where I too am blind.  In solving the mystery of the Sphinx I regained my sight.  We possibly have a continuation of the story here.  Maybe these mythical stories are told for a reason.  My subconscious mind seems to know them better than I do.  You’d have to be blind in both eyes not to be able to see the synchronous threads here.