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The Dream of My Life
By Magnus Froysadal I had a dream Four decades ago It woke me up In the middle of the night I was out in the space Stars far away The night was black The figures intriguing I’ve never forgotten Struck by the sight Three golden beings In the distance They looked like people I had to get close So I sped forwards To see them No acceleration No breaking down In the blink of an eye I was before them So close I was I could have touched them Shoulder to shoulder they stood I was just staring They were not human Consisting of light From billions of dots Shimmering I wasn’t scared Just totally startled It all seemed so real Three beings that sparkled Their heads had no features No faces - no ears Still not alike They had different heights The one in the middle was tallest I imagined it was a “He” The other two were shorter Could they be “She”? No thoughts - no words Exchanged between us No more I could take I was forced to awake Staying in bed For the rest of the night Pondering over this meeting No need for more sleeping Eagerly waiting To make a call To my fiance In Britain We’d just got engaged A week before And phoned almost Every evening The next call was long It was like a song I was thrilled Telling what’s going on We wondered Was it a message? Were we to have Three kids? Well, eventually we got A girl, then a boy And lastly a girl What a joy! Now, we’re old My soulmate and I In the dream I was told The core of our lives. - - - - - |
Understanding and Acceptance
By Mardijah Simpson Early in my Subud life a lot happened. When I tried to share my good news, my father, who was a traditional Anglican said, "I can't quite grasp the idea of Subud". So sadly I gave up trying. One night I had this really clear dream. I was walking along a country lane somewhere in a European country and was fascinated to see a simple roadside shrine built of wood - a strong post with a little image or icon on top protected by a tiny inverted V roof. l liked the way it shared the good news of the spiritual life to all passers by. I continued my walk and further along noticed a small church built of thick old stones with a traditional roof and a big wooden door, which was shut. I carried on walking and reflecting. When I woke I recalled the dream so clearly. Then I came to understand I had been shown that my Subud path was like the wayside shrine, whereas my father’s spiritual practice was like the tightly shut old church. That was how it was and I just had to understand and accept it. - - - - - Flying (1) By Mardijah Simpson In my early days in Subud I went up to a resort in the north of England for my first National Congress. The buildings and garden walkways were set in beautiful rural grounds. I was overwhelmed and went up to my room quite early and as I fell asleep I found myself cruising gently over the whole area high above the buildings and trees. I was looking down, fascinated that I could see the 'night owl' members way below walking on paths in and out of lit buildings. The outdoor grounds were darkish with occasional lamps or light falling from windows. I saw the whole place and needed no effort to move across the space, high in the air. Then, I guess I fell asleep. I had never been in the place before, so had no foreknowledge of the full layout of the estate that I was able to view from on high. I had read of astral travel but never experienced it before. - - - - - Flying (2) By Mardijah Simpson Many years later in Australia I had moved up to The Red Centre in the Northern Territory (NT) and started a new job in the small town of Alice Springs. When you drive in from the airport you pass through a gap in the McDonnell Ranges, drive around the roundabout and on up the main road into town. A very few weeks later my job required me to go up to Darwn, the capital of NT for a national conference. I flew up and was able to stay with some Subud friends. As I was falling asleep one night on their tropical veranda I found myself flying once again. (I had never experienced it since that one time in England). I was high in the sky looking down onto the main road roundabout where it comes through the Ranges. I truly had a bird’s eye view - circling like the local wedge tailed eagles do. It felt wonderful, as if I was being reminded that this desert place about 1,500 km south of Darwin was truly my new country and my home. Then I slept. About ten years later, by other strange events, I found myself a passenger in a small helicopter with a Subud member from Ecuador, a visiting photographer on assignment for the National Geographic Magazine. As we circled high above the Gap in the Ranges I realised the only time I had seen this view before was that night in Darwin. Later, as we chatted, he recalled that when he was opened years before in Ecuador there had been a visiting Helper from Australia who had participated. He searched for the name. I named my husband, who had just once visited Ecuador as ISC chairman for a few days long ago. Yes. That was the name he remembered. Truly our Subud village is global. I dream a fair bit but have never flown again. - - - - - |