A Dream Encounter

I found my Spirit Guide/OverSoul or whatever you want to call your Greater Self, in 1965 when I was 20 years old. I was dreaming and found him sitting on a park bench in my grandfather’s body, but he didn’t feel like my grandfather. Still, I trusted him. He felt like someone I’d known all my life and even before. He called me Woman-Child, and I called him Old Man.

We traveled many places and through time in my dreams. He showed me how the world began and how we humans and society evolved through time. I fell into his eyes like they were the Universe and flew through time and space as he played on the strings of my soul, I could ride his eyes forever. Wherever we landed it was only me there though I felt him over my shoulder and heard him whispering in my ear what he wanted me to know about the world he was showing me.

What he showed me was how we humans evolved from the time of cave dwelling through the present age. In the history he showed me women were the first land/home owners because they had children to rise. Men were the protectors and hunters, but land was passed down through the matriarchal line. He showed me the beginning of Art, and Commerce, Social Order and Government. He showed me how leadership passed from the Woman to the Man and how gods were born and religions began.

As time passed he changed. He no longer looked like my grandfather. He was tall and thin with long white hair and beard and eyes the color of the Universe full of stars. To me he was gentle and understanding, but such a powerful Sorcerer that I felt safe no matter where he took me. I liked his new form better. When I asked him why he had used my grandfather’s body to meet me he said because I would never have accepted him as he truly was when we first meet, and I knew he was right. I would have been afraid of him.

After I’d known him for some time, I asked him “Who are you?” His answer was “Who is it that asks?” I hate it when he answers my questions with more questions but I believe it means that on some level he is me, though he never confirmed that. Still I was tired of calling him Old Man so I named him Kane, and he answered to the name, though he still calls me Woman-Child.

He has a strange sense of humor too. One time when the Catholic Pope was coming to America we saw him on TV news getting off the plane in New York in the rain waving to everyone as he stepped off. Someone rushed to hold an umbrella over his head so he would stay dry even though the person holding the umbrella was dripping rain.

In my dreams that night Kane showed me that image again and said “It’s really bad when your Pope gets wet.” Then he vanished leaving me to wonder what he was talking about. I never have figured it out completely. Not that I tried too hard, it didn’t seem all that important. I think it has something to do with not taking our moral and spiritual values too seriously because we can all get rained on, we all live on the same Earth no matter what our differences. Are our spiritual and moral values important enough to shelter them from the world even though we ourselves stand out in the rain? Do we need a religion at all?

Once I asked him the greatest question of our time, though now it may seem silly to you, but in the 60’s and 70’s we wanted to know “What is Truth?”

His answer was “There is but one Truth, which is that nothing is true unless you believe it, and no one and nothing has any more power over you than you allow them.”

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Not that it was there before you began to look for it, but that you began to look for it, it could not help but be there.

Nor that you were before you decided to be, But that what you decided to be, you could not help but become.

For the Earth is a stage the gods play on, to the music in his breast each sings his own song, and dances his own dance, till the light of his life grows dim, intent on something only vaguely known within.

That was possibly the most valuable lesson he ever taught me, though it took me many years of dreaming with Kane to get my mind around it, and I am still struggling to apply it to “everything”.