🌊 An Invitation to Remember Through Dreamtime
Peter and I were seated across from one another on a train—silent, swift, and unlike any I had ever taken. Its speed made the world blur, until suddenly the blur parted and a vision emerged: a city, rising gently above the ocean’s calm surface. It hovered just one or two feet above the water, grounded on a pinkish-red stone that radiated ancient warmth—like the sandstone of Petra, but deeper somehow, as if it remembered more.
The city was not whole. It was in ruins. Grand columns stood in disarray—some tall and regal, others broken and humbled. Pieces of statues, fragmented memories of another time, rested quietly in shallow waters. There was no movement—only one elder man with his pants rolled up, walking barefoot through the water, gazing at the ruins as if searching for something he had once known.
I turned to Peter, awe flooding my voice.
“Look at this… this city is rising from the ocean. How is it we’ve never heard of it?”
And then I saw something even more astonishing.
Beside the ancient stones lay seven large marble-like shells, arranged in a vertical cascade. The largest was at the top, holding within it a luminous pearl. From the pearl, water flowed—gently and rhythmically—into each descending shell, creating a quiet fountain of memory. The smallest shell at the bottom was still large, about five feet across, as if it were made for a human soul to bathe in.
I was overwhelmed with joy. I felt as though I was witnessing a lost harmonic secret—one that shouldn’t exist in our world, and yet there it was, shimmering with truth. I asked Peter again where we were, how such a place could be unknown, and why no one had ever told us of it.
But the scene shifted. Outside the window, the ancient city disappeared. Across the ocean now stood a modern skyline—tall buildings clustered together like a crystal formation, echoing the silhouette of New York City.
We soon arrived at a station. Disembarking in a new city, we found ourselves hungry and drawn to a small Filipino restaurant. As we sat to eat, one of Peter’s friends joined us. I immediately asked if he knew the name of the ancient city we had seen. He didn’t. I asked if he could search for it online, and he left the table to find a computer.
But I knew—even then—that no search engine could return the name of a city that rises not from the sea, but from the soul.
🕊️ The Message From My Dream
When I awoke, I turned inward and asked for guidance.
What was this vision meant to reveal?
And this is what came:
May your dreams inspire wonder. May they guide you not to answers, but to deeper questions. May they stir your soul to act— not by chasing mystery, but by becoming the vessel through which mystery remembers itself.
✨ A Dream Activation for All
To those who feel called by this dream:
Let your inner train depart the station. Let it carry you through forgotten landscapes of your soul.
You may find a city within you—ancient and half-remembered—rising from the ocean of your being. There may be ruins, yes. But within those ruins lie seven shells, each one catching the memory of a higher harmonic.
The pearl you seek? It is already within you.
You are not here to document a lost city.
You are here to become the fountain.
Let this dream awaken your own. Share it. Stir others. Invite them to remember.
And know this:
Your dreamtime is not fiction.
It is your Oversoul, gently whispering,
🌟 “Remember.” 🌟
🦋 With infinite love and profound gratitude 🦋 I am thankful for your great support 🦋
🐇 May I invite you to continue to walk with me on this spiritual quest 🐇
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