Reality...or Just a Dream...with photos.

A draft of one of the stories from my upcoming book with a couple of the photos from that story.  

Copyright by Lisa Rhyne.  All rights reserved.  

Reality...or A Living Dream...with photos.

What if this physical life is really a "dream" and the dreams we dream at night are actually "reality"? Why is it so important that we sleep at night? It is a fact that we will die if we do not sleep. We can go longer without food than we can go without sleep. Perhaps that is because we need to return to "realty" and check in.

There are many civilizations - throughout time, throughout the world - that have theories about what is realty and what is a dream.

"One of the things that ancient and indigenous people have always understood about dreaming is that we have a radar system on us that's better than anything the Pentagon and NASA can come up with. It shows us the possible future, it puts us in touch with other dimensions of 'the real' and with sources of guidance in those dimensions. And that radar system is called dreaming and it's available to us any night." --Robert Moss

I do know through my Shamanic journey experiences, hypnosis and other modalities of altering time/space/reality that I've had experiences that have been verified by measurable results and other people and variables.

For example, Hopi Elder Grandfather Martin Gashweseoma has been in my dreams all my life.  I rarely share my dreams but I will share this one experience. I have left some details out but left enough in here so that you get the idea of what I am talking about with regard to these special experiences in the Dream Time and how they are tied to "reality."

In my Dream Time, I was looking at my kitchen table with a map of the Four Corners Region. I went into the map and crossed over into the Middle World. I was not in a body, just Spirit and was in a tree resting in the branches. I looked up and an old man was watching me. He was sitting on a couch by the window in his living room. I recognized him but didn't know from where. I thought, "That's strange. He's watching me but I'm invisible."

Then I moved from the tree to the ground. As I went from the tree to the ground I took the shape of my body. I walked up to a small stone house. A woman opened the door saying he was expecting me. As I walked in I noticed the walls were covered in photos and Sacred Items – bundles of multi-colored corn (blue, red, yellow, white), Kachinas, feathers, rattles, bundles, dream catchers – so many all items all over the walls and on the tables, very cluttered. He stood up from the couch and invited me to sit across from him in one of the two brown metal folding chairs as he sat in the other. There was a small low table between us – almost like a TV tray. (I cannot reveal our conversation.)

He pointed to a deck of cards on the table in front of us. He smiled and told me to pick a card, any card. As I picked them up and shuffled through them they were all of the same images/symbols but each one was a little different. I knew that the message was the same, it did not matter which card I picked. I finally understood the message. I told him they all meant the same thing. He asked what I thought the message was. I told him and he was very pleased that I understood. We laughed and talked for a while. Then he said it was time to go. I didn't want to leave and was very sad but he said, "Don't be sad, I'll see you soon." Then the woman walked me to the door. I glanced back to the window once more and saw him sitting there on his couch. Then I went up into the tree and then back into this world and woke up.

Almost one year to the day of this dream I met him in person for the first time. The house was the same. When I walked in the door he asked, "Do you remember me?" and I said, "Yes. Do you remember me?" He laughed, shook his finger at me and said, "Yes. Come in! Come in!" Then we talked and as I showed him my sketches of the dream and the message in the cards he confirmed I was there with him in the Dream Time and he has indeed been in my dreams my entire life and we are connected across time.

Below are photos I took in his living room while on one of my visits - with his permission of course. It shows the two brown metal folding chairs exactly as in the dream, the little stool (that was a low table in the dream) and the couch by the front window and the items on the walls. Usually in the Middle World/Dream Time things will be altered significantly. The only things that were altered were the small table is really a footstool and there is no tree right in front of his house...there is one across the road.

So…what really happened? How could I have dreamed and written in detail about this man and his house if I'd never been there or met him?  I've left many details out as they are private between Grandfather Martin and myself. The point I hope I've made is that some things are true whether you are aware of them or not, understand them or not or believe in them or not. 

Which is "reality" and which is the "dream"... and are they both each just as real as the other?  

Be open and stay curious.

Sending you all Love, Laughter & Light ~ Lisa Rhyne