This morning I dreamed that a spaceship landed in the center square of my small town. Small town, gigantic square. The thing was a humungous round white disc the size of a small city that glowed a brilliant luminous light as it came in for a landing. Once down, it just sat there in a silent ethereal midst, beaming light in all directions throughout the entire town. Then I woke up. Darn. I wanted more.
I love dreams like that. They get my brain in gear thinking about the great never-ending mystery of life that has intrigued humankind since forever. Who are we? Where did we come from? Is there life on other planets? Are we alone in the universe? Have I been here before? Where are we going, and where do I fit into the equation? So many questions, so few answers.
Though I am not a big student of the Bible, the great ship-landing event of my dreams triggered memories from my early Christian training of the rapture, and I started to wonder about the evacuation of the faithful to realms unknown and the return of the Christ. Now, there’s a mystery, if ever there was one.
Imagination runs rampant and I wonder about the return of the Christ. When will He appear, and how? I am intrigued by a merry round of possibility—will the Coming One return via spaceship? Will He come alone, or with a cadre of disciples who will go before Him to make smooth His way? Will He be physical or etheric? Will he appear as the Christ to me, or as Mohammed or Buddha to others? Will he speak every language? Appear on worldwide television? Might He make a personal appearance in my living room? If he did, would I stand in delight or collapse in fright?
Ah ha! Suddenly, I get it! Clearly, I realize that all questions pale in comparison to the last one, the most important of all. My dream is a wake-up call to remind me that when there comes a day when I meet face to face with The Coming One, I want to know that I have done everything humanly possible to be ready, to be worthy of the great honor of being in His presence.
Suddenly, a life review of my behavior during the pandemic seems appropriate. It is a mini reflection of my life as a whole. How am I doing? Have there been any changes in my behavior? Any improvements or backsliding, or stuck points? Can I congratulate myself for chugging on with my daily blog-writing mission and forgive myself for lack of exercise and mindless eating?? Can I observe myself without judgment? Can I resolve to take whatever steps I must to improve, however tiny those steps may be? Bring it on! Whatever it is, I want to see it, and I want to correct it while I still have the time. I want a seat on the spaceship.
Those of us who are on a mission to get reservations on the ship are the warriors of light. We are the ones who are fighting the good fight against the dark forces. Our light is excavating evil hiding in the dark, and we are winning. We know this with absolute certainty because what has been lurking beneath the surface for eons has now been ferreted out by the brilliance of our light for all to see, and it is ugly. This is good news.
Every single person on the planet who seeks to discover and embody the best within carries a bright light, and that light, when joined with others becomes the torch that blazes the path to a new world, a new age, a new era. Every light makes a difference, and the most important one of all is yours.
Keep your eye upon the donut and not upon the hole, keep the faith, and watch for signs of The Coming One, however He may appear. What a wondrous mystery.