A Dream in the Temple of Gold
Not long ago, I was taken into a dream—one that felt more like a transmission than sleep. It began at the threshold of a radiant room, where I stood quietly, waiting for my Guru to arrive. The atmosphere was unlike anything I had experienced.
The chamber was breathtaking—bathed in the richest orange hues, with real gold trimming on the walls. Everything shimmered with elegance, like the palace of some celestial realm. I was mesmerized. My eyes wandered, caught in the spell of its exquisite beauty.
Then, my Guru entered—calm, luminous, seated in a pure white armchair. I walked softly into the room and sat on the floor before him. Without knowing why, I felt compelled to remove my diamond earrings, placing them gently atop my flowing skirt. Just as I did, a flicker of worry passed through me:
“What if I lose them?”
But almost as quickly, another voice inside shrugged it off:
“No big deal. Just small diamonds.”
The chanting began. My Guru’s voice vibrated through the space—and something within me responded. I began to rise. Slowly, softly, I was levitating, floating upward toward the ceiling. Below me, I saw the room alive with Indian men and women in majestic clothing, vibrant saris 🥻 and robes, filling the space with regal presence.
But then… I became enchanted again. I forgot the chant. My attention drifted into fascination.
And just like that—I fell.
I returned to the ground, gently, but changed. My earrings were gone.
I reached out to search the floor. Just then, a graceful Indian woman approached and handed me a cup of tea. I placed it carefully on the edge of the stage, where my Guru sat. Another thought passed quietly through my mind:
“This teacup isn’t important. I need to find my earrings.”
And the moment I thought it, the teacup fell from the ledge.
Startled, I rushed forward, using my skirt to soak up the spill. The motion jolted me—and I awoke.
Back in my body. Back in this world. But not the same.
And then… a voice from the ether spoke:
“Your thoughts become things. Choose wisely.”
🌙 A Message from the Dream Temple
This dream left me with a clear and lasting truth:
What we value, we protect. What we dismiss, we invite to fall.
What we focus on… manifests.
And what we forget—even in moments of lightness or awe—can return as a lesson.
My Guru in the dream said nothing, yet his presence shifted everything. I don’t know yet if he lives in this world, or only in the space between. But I do know this:
I am responsible for my thoughts.
My attention is sacred.
And my soul is always listening.
So I ask you, beloved reader—just as I was asked in the dream:
What are you thinking right now?
What are you creating… even without knowing?
Because your thoughts become things.
So choose them with care.
Choose them with grace.
Choose them with love.
I trust you have what it takes to dream and give birth to a new reality.
May your dreams take you on an insightful and magical journey to heaven
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