As he lay in deep meditative state, the silent still eternal moment between the night asleep and the day awake, he became suddenly, acutely, aware, that with his every dream, his every thought, his every utterance, his every deed, he was authoring his story in LOVE and with that awareness he realized, until this moment the tale he had been being and experiencing had been weaving him, not him weaving the tale he was being and experiencing; he also understood now, this was true for the collective known as his fellow man that they too were the story being told, not the storytellers crafting their yarn; he also now understood that for him, for us all, to be able to return our happiness, our bliss, our peace, we must consciously choose – in this the book of infinite creation, the story of life’s process ever unfolding – what happens in moment next, before what happens in moment next, happens instead first to us.
For we are were created to be the dreamers dreaming, not just the dreamers being dreamt…
“You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I hope someday you’ll join us. And the world will live as one.” ~ John Lennon