The story and life of my beloved dog, Krishna, has become another chapter in my ever growing spiritual evolution. It has taught me a new way of viewing the death of our physical bodies and has given me a new theory to the Dream World.
This world is real. Pain hurts, pleasure feels great. Right now, while we are alive, while we have the spark of LIFE within us, animating us, we are powerful, we are real and we are creation. How have we fallen for the idea that death is any more real than life? Perhaps they are both equally real.
This happened about 4 months ago, and i haven't told any body about this "dream".
One day i close my eyes, and the next thing i know i'm in another world, i wake up in a large room, Roman style i guess, and there was a window looking out too a big lake, and it was Autumn.
"Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for." — Hopi elders
