For one moment on earth, her finger touched a star above…
She pulled it from the sky and began to examine its many facets.
“It’s like trying to lasso a
swarm of bees,” a friend once told me.
He was referring to the collecting of the years of dreams and
the thousands of fragments it
would take to tell this story. To
turn chaos to order, to tell within time a story that
out of time – essentially, to transform a square into a circle –
seemed indeed a feat beyond my ken, but I knew I had to try.
So begins the weaving of a seamless reality….
It began in the middle. I awakened one morning, turning over in
my mind my dreams of the night before. Awaiting me was my
morning ritual, in place for many years, of recording these
messages. But, on this day, somehow, I drifted back into the
arms of sleep.
There appears to be a star in the sky. At first, I have trouble
making out its shape, for the image is quite fuzzy and seems to
be billions of light-years away. Very gradually, it begins to
travel closer, until I am able to focus. Indeed, it is a star –
a very clear and lustrous star. It draws closer and closer – and
then disappears. The scene goes black. A new star appears. It
seems to have gauze covering it, but is larger and considerably
closer than the first one. The closer it comes, the brighter it
is, until it is practically in my bed with me. And then this
scene, too, fades. A constellation appears; then the image of a
stone embankment, stretching into infinity. I see a lion made of
stone. He comes to life and moves his head. Next, I see the head
of a young man, also of stone. He, too, comes to life, and
following that, there appear more heads made of the same stone,
three men and one woman, each one turning slightly as though
taking a bow – like the finale of a play.
I could not know at the time that the statues who awakened
the dream would breathe life into all that followed.
Some weeks after this dream, I read that before man tried to
count the stars, he grouped them into images. The star-studded
firmament became one of the most compelling picture books of
humankind. This imaginative world led man toward the divine, to
the meaning of existence and to portray this meaning through
that use of images. It occurred to me that my dream images were
like stars, and that such grouping of stars is what I had
unwittingly been doing with my dreams for years.
A year later, I took my first trip to Luxor, Egypt, and visited
the Temple of Karnack, one of the most spectacular places in the
world. I was overwhelmed to see that its walls of brick were the
same stone embankments I had dreamt. The statue of the sphinx,
with its body of a lion and its head of a man was remarkably
like the stone lion in my dream. I wondered about all the people
in that dream who were stone and came to life. What part did
Were they the royal protégés of the sun god, Amon, to
whom the temple was dedicated? Why would I be dreaming of them?
Could the stone people in my dream in some mysterious way be
related to the generations of pharaohs who left their marks on
the stone of the sanctuary during the two millennia of the
The sanctuary’s walls are almost entirely covered with
ornamentation and hieroglyphics; hieroglyphics that resonated
with symbols I’ve seen, before and since, in my dreams; symbols
somehow directing me to something higher while concealing that
something until I was ready.
Threads joined my star- and stone-bound dream to Egyptian
mythology and the age-old mysteries of reincarnation,
resurrection, and an afterlife. I found the surface of my
questions about my own microscopic existence still unscratched –
even though my dreams were driving me on.
This was the first of many links. Threads spun out to the
reaches of consciousness and beyond. They joined topics of human
discovery and learning with mysteries people have pondered
through the ages. And they became so all encompassing that I had
to relate them.
With such connections is life’s tapestry bound.
About the Book:
Prologue | Introduction by Montague
Ullman | Threads From the Book
| Mentor Chronicles | The Symbolism of the Tree |
Lavenderisms | What People Say
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