Not long ago, I posted about a dream in which I saw ribbons of color descending from the sky. In writing this, I am reminded of the rainbow of promise. I reported that I named each one and felt as if I had won a solataire chess match. The truth is that I only named one and the dream ended. I have no idea why I reported that I named them all. Perhaps because that would have been the logical continuation of events.
The ribbon of light I named was blue, Chesed, Mercy. Within a day or two, I was reading Paulo Coelho's book, The Witch of Portobello. I could only read for so long because it felt like the book put me in an odd enjoyable trance. The trance would linger. I felt emotionally/mentally better as I read.
One day, I left my office to go to lunch and the voice of a goddess spoke in the back of my head and told me to look at a manicured shrub. In one sentence, She explained life.
I have not been the same.
The issue that I have struggled with for years has faded. I laugh more quickly. I enjoy my time at work. I sleep better.
I remember the me before the shrub incident and experience the me after. I am happy. I have achieved. I won a game of solataire chess.
Of course, I am still me. I have questions. Would I achieved this life changing lesson had I selected another color? If so, would it have appeared in form that corresponded the color as I understand it? I don't know. But it doesn't matter. I accept the lesson. It was a good lesson to learn. So good, a tattoo is coming. I will not forget this lesson.