Jack was not happy with the way that his life was going lately.
Jack thought that he needed help, some type of an outsider’s perspective on his life.
One night, Jack had this dream.
Jack was dreaming that he had driven over to Wessendon, for a psychology/counsellor appointment, with an old lady there. Apparently this old lady, Jacqueline Freud, was related to the famous Austrian psychologist, Sigmund Freud, (1856 to 1939).
After the consultation session, she invited Jack to stay on and to attend her group discussion meeting, which would go on to 9.00pm. It was 6 pm now.
In his dream, Jack decided to stay, and to not leave earlier, as to drive home from here now, at 6 pm in the early evening, would be a nightmare, amidst the traffic chaos, at this time of the peak hour traffic, in this busy city, where he found himself now.
The discussion class was about the value of someone attaining external help, and ideas, regarding their own particular life problems.
Jacqueline, the old lady, was the leader, and these were her opening remarks.
“Thinking that you need such help is often just a portrayal of your lack of forethought into the possibility that you already have the answers yourself within yourself.”
“Most types of counsellors are mere sounding boards for your own ways of working out truth.”
“Never replace your own truth by other’s truths, or never too readily accept what they think should be your truth. No, gain and gather your own truth from all of the life experiences that you go through, including your dreams, by shining the light of love through them all, and so this light of love will then light up the hidden truths in each experience for you then too.”
“The value of dreams is still being hotly debated by people in my own field.”
“Some dismiss them too readily, telling us that dreams are like our thoughts. Some of our waking thoughts are trivial and repetitive, some are insightful and meaningful. Some dreams may reveal hidden truths, but some are just recycled noisy thoughts, still alive in us from our day, they will claim.”
“This is not correct, however. Every thought has a reason behind it for it arising in you, as does every dream.” “Nothing is trivial, or mere background white noise.”
That great Dutch artist, Vincent Van Gogh, (1853 to 1890), once said this:
“I dream of painting, and then I paint my dream.”
“This should be how we all operate our lives. We dream our life, then we live our dream.”
The group then broke up into smaller groups to further discuss these ideas.
9.00 pm had then come up very quickly.
Jack had enjoyed the night.
The moment he stepped outside into the coldness outside though, he woke up.
Jack then realised, that, this had all just been a dream.
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