I Think I Know Something

I think I know something.
The dreams we dream at night are played out by sentient beings that know they are playing a role.
We on earth are sentient beings who haven’t been clued in to the fact we are characters in a dream.
The stage is set in our dreams each night, erected like a MASH unit.
When the dreamer becomes sentient in the dream, surprise is the result. The Director is looked to—the actors confused and ruffled—unused to an awakened dreamer.
How awake you are in your dreams is in correlation to how aware you are that you are an actor on earth.
When you begin teaching the actors in your dreams—sharing your mantras and truths and philosophies and love and acceptance—the veil thins and the entire fabric of existence changes.
Something new is born.
And being ok with not knowing if this is true and knowing this cannot be proven is another win for the Universe, for when you know you cannot know what hasn’t yet been created, your body understands something that your character can’t.
And then you know that your body has its own sentience. Your body has its own journey.
You ponder that you’ve been told that your body can die but your soul lives on, and now you wonder.
You wonder, wonder, wonder.
What was Jesus showing us on the cross?
Why is the Eucharist so powerful?
You’ve blindly followed the pack in so many matters. You know that truth is fluid and creation ever the unknowable.
What mystery of the body can be shattered, solved, refashioned and born?
I think I know something.
I think I know that the secret to life is immersing every aspect of being in the unknowable. For if it is known, it is old news.
Co-creators of new truths.
Co-creators of new ways of being.
The dreamer and dreams become interchangeable, and the universe expands and expands and expands and expands

A new day is dawning, for all those who weep.
And we build a city of God
Tears are turned into dancing
For our Lord, our Light and our Love
Has turned the night into day.