Last 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.
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.