Greetings:

I have been having a series of reoccurring dreams about the same place all my life and hope someone here has seen some of the same things. The place I go has numerous stone buildings that remind me of something out of an old Greek city, but everything is brand new and shiny. As a child my elder led me by the hand up a large winding staircase that circles to the left with a series of landings. At each landing is a hole in the wall and the young ones are left to watch the puppet shows, while the elders ascend to the very top of the stairs. The puppet shows include basic characters like a king, queen, princes with horses and whatnot, which teach the young ones about the relationships between them. As we grow older over time, the elders leave us higher and higher upon the staircase landings that reveal even larger holes and more complicated puppet show environments. Everything in that place appears to be left handed, if our current world is dominated by right handed hosts. In fact, the entire realm where I believe we all go at night is a left handed ‘spirit’ reflection of our visible world around us.

Over the span of my lifetime, I was taken higher and higher up the staircase and left to learn the lessons of the puppet shows; until the day arrived when my feet stood before the large double doors at the very top beyond the final left hand turn. The problem is that I can always remember passing into the place where we all assemble, but my memory only allows me to remember coming down the stairs winding back to my right. Apparently we hypnotize ourselves into forgetting the substance of our meetings in the uppermost chamber of the centrally located structure of this city of stone. Things have changed since my youth, as I see no more children waiting on the landings and there are no puppet shows for the next generation. Attitudes of others passing me seem solemn and focused rather than festive and socially interactive; almost like navy officers and crew going on and off duty. Our activities appear to be rehearsed and prearranged, as if we are walking in the footprints already laid down on a previous journey. An event seems to be appearing on the horizon, but for the life of me I cannot make out the shape or any specific details. It seems the harder I try to remember, the more someone (probably me) is working even more diligently to make me forget.

In Christ Jesus,

Terral

What are the steps made of? Is there anything written there? Can you focus on one of the steps?
bananna

Hi Bananna:

Thank you for writing.



The steps, landings, outside handrail and wall on left are made of stone. The stone staircase winds upward and to the left to the next landing and the next and the next, until you come to the double doors. All of the buildings are made out of stone, but this particular one is taller than all the rest and like a central administrative hub with hosts ascending and descending. When on my way up, the feeling of anticipation is overwhelming like being late for delivering a speech before a crowd; like something important is going on. Coming down is like waking up from a long night of sleep and for that instant not knowing where you are and being disoriented. That is where in my dream it feels like I am waking up from a dream in my dream. : 0 ). We resist the overwhelming urge to look back up the winding staircase, because that causes our minds to be wiped yet again.

I play this kind of cat and mouse game with what is behind the double doors. My conclusion over the years has been that we have a higher self allowing our lower self to only know so much of what is really going on, as if we are protecting ourselves from giving away top secret information. My lower self is not having much luck in tricking my higher self out of divulging the good stuff. : 0 ). Since I can indeed remember bits and pieces spanning the past five decades or so, then apparently the experiences have not been a total defeat. Thank you again,

In Christ,

Terral

What do you mean by "my elder"?

Hi Miki:



He is the big guy who led me around in my youth and left me by the puppet shows on the landings. All I see from my perspective is that he is standing in a robe and turns loose of my hand on his way up the stairs. I never thought to look up to try and make out his face, because when there I knew and trusted him like my grandfather.

In Christ,

Terral

The reason l was wondering is because this sounds like Mormon...elders and all. They ascribe to reach different levels. That's why l was wondering about elders because they are big in the Mormon Church.

Hi Miki:



Heh . . . No. I have never even met a Mormon in my lifetime and knew about it. I was raised in the Baptist Church but remain nondenominational today. This is a ‘dream’ I have been having since my youth that has nothing to do with any denomination or anything like that. I remember being a little tike watching the puppet shows and I did not get to the different landing levels all by myself. Thank you for writing,

In Christ Jesus,

Terral