A Story of the Dreamers
A long time ago, there was an endless hope that humanity would once again arise and remember whom and what they were. There was a Dreaming which all the Dreamers would call forth those that had fallen asleep in the Dream and once again, there would be a rising of thought that was to be known as the Glimmer.
The Glimmer came not once in a lifetime or even once in a decade. The Glimmer came when humanity was meant to shift and evolve and it came not from the recess of the human consciousness but rather from the recess of life, itself, out of which human consciousness was born. The Glimmer was not meant to be a goal to attain in spiritual enlightenment although many sought it.
The Dreamers were a tribe unto their own and their presence was never meant to exist as form and substance. The Dreamers were the true essence of life and spirit as it was known and unknown. The Dreamers were the Guardians of the sleeping and awake. The Dreamers are the ones that reach into your sleep and keep your place when you have forgotten.
This is the story of a Dreamer who now has no job. Humanity has shifted and will continue to shift. The only job left for the Dreamer to do, is to write the journey that has encompassed a form and grown into a life lived, rather than a life dreamed....
Doktu was born into living a long time ago. When time began, Doktu was only a thought in which others were dreaming into existence. For a change, the others decided that Doktu would have the choice or power of choosing form for the journey of Dreaming that was to be the experience in life. This was highly unusual as the Fabric of the Dreamers was to remain intact and without disruption from any one member. The Fabric of their Dream was to be changed subtly and surely as Doktu was given the power to do so.
Doktu did not make many ripples in the beginning, choosing instead to move through the fabric of the dream and understand the weaving and patterns of the subconscious in which they all reveled and shared. Moving through the different aspects of life and all it's forms was an experience in itself that Doktu did not want to miss. Dreaming was a challenge as well as the fabric moved and shifted due to the awakening and sleeping of the various life forms. The pattern rippled and moved as though it had a life of its own, although each Dreamer knew that it was the Dream that gave it such illusion of life.
Many lifetimes as we know them to be, were lived by Doktu in the Dreamers world. Those moments seemed to pass with the blink of time as the ripples of life moved throughout the fabric with each new awakening. Many eons as we mark them were to be lived by Doktu within the Dreamers realm. Then one day an awakening had Doktu shifting within the Dreamer's world in a huge ripple of movement.
There was a great movement within the fabric as the Awakened One reached into the Dream of Life. There were ripples that spread outward amongst the Dreamers calling them into a pattern of which they had seen never before. Their work was becoming more interesting as the depth of the Awakened One had reached back toward the Dreamers instead of allowing the Dreamers to reach forward.
Doktu dreamed closer to the ripple wondering which awakened one had caused this effect. There was a distinct light reaching outwards past the long fabric of the Dream - A light that shone back with shimmering brightness. Doktu had never seen such a luminous glow from an Awakened One before. This was interesting. Doktu knew that it was the time that the other Dreamers had created the power to choose or the power to shift within the life force that was Doktu's.
Reaching backward and pushing forward, the light continued to grow and ripple along the fabric of the Dream. Others began to shift and awaken and Doktu almost lost sight of the beginning of the ripple within the Dream. Doktu pushed forward at the same moment that the light went out. As suddenly as the light flowed all through the pattern within the Dreamers world, it suddenly went out. Doktu took a deep dreaming slide and began the descent into form.
Coming out of the Dreamer's world into the world of the light eminence was quite a journey in itself for Doktu. There were the threads of life that continued to cling to Doktu as well as the shedding of threads that no longer were able to remain intact. The great blanket of the Dreamer's world had changed and the effect was not to be known for many ripples of time. Doktu stepped out of the dreamer's world with the sound of a sigh. Born into a form of tremendous limitation and yet unlimited and untapped potential. A sigh in becoming one of the Dreamed Ones rather than the Dreamer. Knowing that the Dreamers were now dreaming for Doktu as well.
The world of form and limitations was quite unusual to the one that had always been dreaming. There was a pull that was stronger than any dream known, as well as a feeling of pulsing that began to rise from below the form. In an instant, Doktu knew that it was the Earth celebrating and greeting his form upon her surface. The ripples grew in intensity until Doktu was enveloped in a strong and unyielding love that only continued to flow.
It was strong and so different from the strength of the Fabric of the Dreamers. It too flowed, rippled, and moved and yet there were edges of a depth that could only come out the Earth caught in a dream of Herself. At that moment Doktu, knew the true gift of the Dreamers - For the Earth had to hold her own dream with only the Dreamers to continue dreaming her existence. Doktu was intrigued at the source of the knowledge and knew at once that it came from the One whom had Awakened and Illuminated the Dreamer's Fabric. Doktu knew at once that the light rays had reached into the Dream not for the awakening of the One that came forth, but rather for the Earth herself.
Allowing the Earth to reach upward and guide, Doktu followed the ripples from the Earth towards the One whom had dreamed into the Dreamer's world. Allowing the Earth to return the gift of life that had been given to her upon the awakening of the others within the fabric of the Dream. Doktu was left standing at the door of the One whom had awakened for the Earth. The Earth rippled yet again and the door opened into a Dream which Doktu had never yet seen.
The opening created by the Earth showed a human sitting in the light of the sun seemingly unaware of the presence of Doktu. As if a wind had opened the door and disturbed her not, the Individual arose and closed the door behind Doktu. How could this be the One, that had reached into the fabric of the Dreamers and caused such a ripple of light and awakened ones? How could the simple human that was unaware at this moment, have created such a change in the fabric of the dreamer's world? These were the questions that would change the Dreamer Doktu as well as the rest of the Dreamers for all time.
The human returned to sit once again in the sunshine. Turning her head towards the door that she had just closed, she simply nodded in apparent understanding of all that had passed. Doktu moved closer and took a chair that sat across from the human.
"I am Peace." said the human. "This is where I reside and where I choose to be. I am not so different from you my Dreamer Friend. I too was granted certain extensions even in this small form, that I have taken at this moment in time. I sit and await the moments in which I can make the most difference within the structure of life as it exists here, during this span of living that I call my life. I feel all of life as it exists, and I choose to feel more than that which appears to me within my sensory field."
"The Earth cried out to me many times. I felt that through the Dreamer's Fabric, that my help within the Dream of all Life could only strengthen Her life and Her purpose. So often in the Dreamer's world the call is to awaken the life forms alone. Often the life forms that sustain life are not those that awaken in the Dreamer's world - to find that their purpose has been shifted and they alone will reach forward or backward in time as they know it, to seek that which has shifted and changed. They need the ray of light that will empower their knowledge of the whole of the existence that we are born to forget. They need the ray of light that will empower their existence that we are born to forget. For some it is not enough to be awake. For some it is not enough to be awakened. For some it is never enough, even when it was known that it would be an awakening to remain awake. For some it is not about the Dreamer's Fabric or the ripples within, that change and moves the fabric of life. For some it is simply the notion that life itself was the journey and within the Dreamer's Fabric you will have seen many patterns that reflect this truth."
"I am Peace and I will remain Peace for the duration of the journey. I too am a Dreamer and I have dreamed many awakenings along side you Doktu. It is you that has forgotten and must be reminded of the Journey of the Dreamer." With that, Peace closed her eyes once again, and allowed the sunshine to reach deep into her spirit.
Doktu was struck by the moment as well as the Truths of what was spoken. Moving back through memory of the Dreamer's Fabric, there was a strong recollection of a ripple that moved through the Dream every now and again without the brilliance of the light to announce it's presence. There was always a ripple within the Fabric afterward, that reached outward with more awakenings and Dreamers expanding. Who was the mere human that reached outward in such a way to share the Dream? And who was Doktu at this moment, that the human could relate to and yet not see?
The Earth reached upward and enveloped Doktu once again. This time the memories of time flooded Doktu's senses. There were the mists of the beginning when form did not take substance and bend. There were the clearing of the mists in which substance began to take shape and arise from the edges, into forms that were familiar. There was the familiar movement of shifts and ripples in which the Dreamer's Fabric began to flow and expand. There was the beginning of a familiar feeling in which Doktu realized, that Dreamer's had been leaving the Dream World for beginnings and endings in which the rest of the Dreamers did not really notice or embrace with decision making processes. This was the moment in which he understood that he had been part of the process to create the option of taking form and leaving the Dreamer's World, and yet he had to be created to embrace this change. This was the moment in which Doktu understood that all Life had the same beginning and the same end which was non existent in Truth.
The Earth reached around Doktu even stronger and there was a great explosion of feeling that created a greater shift within Doktu than any Awakened One or Awakening Dream had ever done. Doktu was cast through the dimensions of all the different Fabrics of Time as it was known. Doktu understood at that instant, that the Fabric of the Dreamer's Dream was part of a greater Fabric that encompassed forms that had yet to be woven.
This was the shift in which humanity awakened and remembered whom and what they were, as well as whom and what they would become. The light that shone, was held by more than Doktu had ever known. Doktu realized that it was accessed by many that were never known. It was a presence that existed for all and yet none. This was the Glimmer that reached far into the Fabric of Life itself.
Turning once again to the human sitting in the sunshine, Doktu was struck once again at the simplicity of the form. In all the Dreams that Doktu had entered, never once had the implication of the form been an idea to entertain. It was all for the Fabric of the Dreamer's world in which all Dreams were aligned and woven. This was worth understanding. This was worth taking back into the Dreamer's world.
The story of a Dreamer that lived and dreamed that Life. This was the Truth that Doktu now understood. This was the Truth of the decision to allow form to be created and taken. This was the Truth of all that humanity had known and understood until the Glimmer began. This was the Truth that the Dreamer's Fabric was the blanket out of which all dreams took shape, form and lived. This was the life of a Dreamer that resided in the Awakened State of the Glimmer. The shifting and sighing of new form that had been taken yet again and again.....
I hope that you enjoyed this story!
© I. Forgie 2005