And I heard them whisper, I’ve lost myself…I am like a dreammmm…I can’t remember

One that lingers throughout the day…and weighs heavy on the mind, but whose details are blurred and hazy….

And if I could remember the dream, then I would remember: myself….But perhaps you are not fully awake, I said

Perhaps you are in the world between worlds, where what seems real is actually fake, wherein we live while we are sleeping…and dream while we are awake….

What if life till now…has been but a waking dream–a game of hide and seek. In which we hid ourselves…from ourselves…so well…that we forgot…who we truly are?

And then history simply unfolded, like a collective amnesia….Confused and disoriented, we went looking for ourselves:

In science and technology; sky scrapers and stock markets; mass production and cable TV; cheeseburgers….shopping malls….and whisky….

It was progress with a capital “P”

But lost in the dreammmm…little did we realize…that we were progress-ing…towards no-thing

We had sacrificed the human race…for a…meaningless…endless…rat race….

But you see this rat race has no finish line, no medal, no grand prize….The rat race will never help us remember…it only further…closes…our eyes

For what if this man made civilization, is against…the natural…vibration? What if the path isssss the destination

And we have chosen to waste it…on mindless…accumulation?

What if the question is not just why am I alive, but how do I choose to live? What if the purpose is not to take, but has always been…to give?

To give yourself…and to share your gifts…with allll of life…and allll that exists

 

Can you remember….