From some source, I receive the mathematical formula of creation. Â It’s a gift. Â I work madly to simplify it. Â To break it down into simpler form, divide it by four. Â As I work the figures, they, too, become more complicated. Â Soon I have figures written on top of other figures, until it’s impossible to squeeze in any more or even identify what I’ve written.
Finally, I’ve worked it out. Â As I look out over miles of people, I see one person on a light colored horse. Â I try to beckon to him to get through to me, so I can impart this knowledge to him. Â He seems to respond and be getting closer and closer. Â Finally, we are together. Â I draw him into a private room to share the info with him. He is to pass it on. Â I doubt it will be accepted or comprehended.
Soon there are people all around. Â As we look out I can see layers of earth changing in their processes, falling away down the sides of a crevasse there. Â Soon it’s clear we are about down to bedrock, and it’s all the same. Â No difference.
Towards the end of the dream, I’ve washed out my own towel and have it hanging on a wall hook to dry out. Â The crux of it is that that’s all that any of us have. Â Just a towel to keep us clean, etc. Â The big question is where is the water to wash the towel. But everything is the same basic stuff. Â Basic. Â That’s it. Â All one source and substance.
