One day when I was folding laundry, my young daughter walked into the room and said, “Mommy, I have a question.”
“Okay,” I said, placing a towel on the stack. “What is it?”
“I can’t tell if when I’m sleeping is the real world, or if this is the real world.”
Whoa, is she my daughter, or what? “Well, I think I’ve decided that since we spend more time awake than asleep, this is the real world. But I can’t say for sure.”
“Okay, thanks, mommy.” And she skipped out of the room, leaving me wondering how in the world I was to answer questions like that from someone so young.
Every spiritual practice I’ve read about describes the veil between this world and the world of light—the real world. So, where are we when we’re awake and when we’re asleep? I love that our dreams teach us about our emotions, and that we can fly, and swim under water without gills, and speak and cause things to happen. I suppose having those powers is also why we have to wake up. We can’t all speak and cause whatever we want to happen; that really would be a disaster. 🙂
I guess being born on Earth really is school, with life showing us what is possible when goodness rules–and if darkness was to rule. We’re here seeking balance, learning that we’re not the center of the universe, yet that we are precious to God; that it’s not about what we take, but what we produce and give; and that the darkness we see in this world is a con job and that our true home is in the light. No matter how much the darkness puffs itself up, we’re headed for the light. It is decreed.