On Fear:
To a frightened friend,
You fear your dreams, dread your inevitable
surrender to them. How true the old cliché, that we most fear what
we don’t understand. I look into your eyes and recognize the
pleading in them. They beg me to make your fear go away. I wish I
could. I can’t.
What I can do is attempt to assist you in
coming to some understanding of your dreams. You see, our wholeness
brings us many gifts. And dreams, my friend, are one of them. They
tell us in yet another way about our deepest selves, about our inner
conflicts and how we characteristically deal with them. They show us
our fears, our secrets, our uncertainties – and they serve as
signposts that can guide us toward answers. They are messengers,
which travel to us, again and again, until they are received. They
may frighten us with their dramatic stories, and yet we can come to
appreciate that in delivering up to us in symbolic forms, our
worries and our obstacles, they often present us with solutions.
Dreams reflect elements of their extraordinary creators and contain
both darkness and light, as does the very essence of life.
Your nightmares are not demons, nor foreign
and dangerous invaders sent to conquer and destroy. Instead, they
are your offspring. And much like your children, while they can be
troublesome, they, too, are gifts, and require your attention.
When I envision you at night, I see you
trembling in terror, hopelessly seeking to push back and away from
the images of sleep. I want to provide you with comfort and
lullabies, soothe you as you gently drift into the darkness. We both
know that this is not possible.
And so, instead, I ask you to peer back with
me- way back - to the time of ancient man and woman. Imagine that
thousands of years have just slipped away, and that together we are
watching a prehistoric scene. Our ancestors have just come upon a
fire, and we watch them cringe in terror. How evil and alive it must
seem. The smoke threatens to swallow them up and steal their very
breath away. The heat reaches out towards them, much like the flames
of hell that so many children of the future will someday envision.
The fire before them is a deadly creature and they flee from it.
Move forward in time just a bit with me now.
Some brave soul has begun to study fire, to explore its
possibilities and to perceive it multidimensionally. This courageous
one eventually discovered that fire, while still threatening and
powerful, can also be used to serve. He or she now attempts to call
it forth, determined to make use of its force. Soon fire, which for
so long was a horrifying mystery, becomes to humankind a source of
light, warmth, protection, energy, and even an instrument of
healing!
So very much that has been learned by those
who came before us now remains within our keeping. The very same
magnificent spirit who came to understand the value of fire exists
within you, my friend. Carry it with you into the dark and cold
places of your fear. Call upon that spirit tonight. Call it forth in
prayer, or meditation, or in song. Allow it to gently guide you into
sleep. Permit it to silently issue you strength and courage as you
face your own fire. You will come to understand that your
nightmares, however violent, are like ancient woman’s flames –
they illuminate the shadows. Let your fire bring you light!
Love, A Fellow Traveler…
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