Another of my blogging friends is guest posting here, as a result of a conversation we developed through the comment section. http://afterhisimage.wordpress.com writes the following:
It may seem strange to some that MindMindful would consider a guest post by an atheist, but stranger things have happened, eh? I have an upcoming guest post on SpiritualSavant’s blog soon as well; and he is a preacher.
Years ago, sometime in the nebulous period where I was still Christian or just spiritual, I had a lot of dreams that could be considered shamanic for their content. Here is a rather small bit of one with a few comments along the way.
First, I was aware was that I was surrounded in darkness. It might have been all black, I am not sure. Somehow I was aware of the boundary between earth, sky and myself, thought I don’t recall the boundaries. I was walking, and discovered a strange monument before me. It seemed to be shaped like a grave marker, but that might not be quite it. Upon the darkness, there were inscribed words with a soft pulsating green light.
I read the first few lines and realized that this glowing list contained the things that defined me as a person, my attributes and attitudes. I also noticed that the further down the list I read, the items became more “deeply” true about me. I didn’t know if they were things that described me now, or possibilities of what I was to become. So, like any old fool, I skipped to the bottom of the list, whereupon I could no longer understand the letters. Then, I awoke, much wanting to get back to where I was and correct my mistake.
How often I have wanted to go back, and check that list out! I suppose that ultimately, I am not surprised of who I have become, or really of the path I have taken to get here. Once finally making the step out of Christianity, I have always kept myself open enough to change, regardless of how strongly I believe as I do.
If there really was something that I “couldn’t” become aware of then, I may have figured out what it was recently (over the last few years) in some other dreams and in some of my reactions to some things. I have oft wondered why it was I don’t recall as much of my childhood as it seems others do. I generally wrote it of as my brain/mind operating differently than others. I do believe there was some abuse, likely sexual in natural, that I have blocked out. I believe am I fine not knowing the particulars, or even if I am right, because the truth of the matter is I continue to grow as a whole, and experience life as best I can.
That is what we must all do, ultimately. To not grow, to not experience, brings one to a life in limbo with nothing but the non-responsive puppet strings drudging one through life — a life that’s akin to being a zombie, neither dead nor alive, in a world that is teeming with expression and experience.
Personally, I’m opting for the ‘”teeming with expression & experience” ………. haha
