Tales of Soulful Encounters

She wakes up from sleep and logs on the dream journaling with a book and pencil in her hand – ‘So Swamiji, in the places of the depth of the well, the water is purified, it is pure'. Because she has thought that all the waters that were collected were in the well. And the waters that were collected everywhere on the surface were only dirty. She knows they were all collected at the surface sources. Swamiji knows about the water deep inside the well. He knows the place in the depths of the well. He knows it is pure. He is aware the dirty waters that the woman knows to have been collected at the surface sources are but purified by the time it has reached its depth in the depths of the well. From Him, she too comes to know it is pure there.

Some day sooner than later she will learn to effortlessly swim there too – in the depths – as she now swims on the surfaces. For in a previous dream, she saw thus:

There were four women, all of them giving birth. She sees what happens to all of them through seeing one of them. The baby that comes out is vigorously perfect in size – which people will call as health, strength, wellbeing, etc. It is more of the upper part – the head, etc – that she glimpses as it birthed itself. (Later she will interpret this dream as her ideas are being viewed
bringing health to them in the picture). Out of the birthing site are pools of water. She does not go anywhere deep. She recognizes her state of this hesitation later – as light is known only where there is darkness and viceversa. For in another pool, one of her human directors effortlessly goes
into its depths – so easily. All the depths she hesitates to touch herself, is in contrast to what was happening, perhaps simultaneously in this another pool of water. They are regular and natural
ponds, with all that they have – naturally muddy, with grasses perhaps or not, and so on – and still belonging in the hands of the nature’s landscape. The human who has acted as her guide at a past instance, delves into the depths, in the seeming effortlessness that is in contrast to her own hesitation, where by remaining only to swim nowhere but the surface. Upon waking up, she ties her experiences as well as her director’s such as the above illustrations and she marvels at this human spirit as filled with wisdom and recognizes her as one who swims in the waters of life, that she hesitates for fear of delving beneath its surface.


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