Reading · Spark | by Suhailah

I have been writing my dreams down for the past 13 years and counting. Nearly 10,000 typed pages. My dreams are prophetic. They come true. My closest people have always known…because some have been about them. My dream archive is becoming my next book. You're reading from it first.

March 25th…

Tonight. 7:55pm. My Time.

I have religiously been writing my dreams down for over 13 years now. Nearly 10,000 written/typed pages now. These visions are becoming my next book in full story form. I didn’t know this - all of these pages, all of this time - was happening or would happen when I first started to make this a casual, but disciplined, practice of recording my dreams each day when I wake up, but now I do. And so now I see. And I cannot unsee, now.

I have probably dreamt everything there is to dream. I have seen things, colors, people, places, dimensions (literally specs, but also astrally), that exist here in this 3d world and some that do not, do not yet, or no longer do. Ancient civilizations. Future ones, too.

I have flown in my dreams, more times than I can ever count to the point that it feels almost unnatural that I can’t fly here. Like I’m supposed to be able to and somehow can’t. Or forgot how to.

I have had telekinesis in my dreams to the point that I have, I kid you not - I have tried to move something towards me while sitting on my bed or my couch in my waking state. Not on purpose or while consciously thinking about it, but almost like an automatic action like scratching your nose or head or mindlessly reaching for your cup of coffee or tea besides you while reading a book or working or chatting on the phone. And then I’m shocked in two ways: shocked that it doesn’t happen, that I couldn’t move an object towards me with my mind while sitting 20 feet away from it, but also shocked that I just tried to do that in waking life without even thinking about it. Like an automatic habit I once knew how to do.

I have skated upright in my dreams like I am walking or have had the feeling of skating and gliding, but with no skates on at all…just slightly elevated a few inches above the ground, moving with the speed and precision of an Olympian…sometimes across lands. Sometimes across cities or countries or mountains or worlds.

In my dreams, I have been given and appointed titles and gifts like I am of royal blood. Jewels and crowns too. The kind that sit on your fingers, ears, neck, wrists or head. Or at the Louvre.

I have been and fought like a master warrior trained from birth or like I am Bruce Lee or a Samurai, or a Marvel super hero. And, in my dreams, I have realized that wolves in dense and dark forests follow and listen to me. Animals and big cats like lions and leopards and panthers stand down when I talk or look at them once I am no longer afraid of them. I can command them. And horses have been my friends and allies. Usually one black and one white. Stunning, glistening manes. In my dreams.

My dreams are rich, they are abundant, they are plentiful. They have given me 10,000 typed pages and counting of things to write down in my dream journal for over a decade. Many, many, many, come true here…on and about planet earth and about her people and what we are up to. But the one thing I have never seen or felt in all of these years and in all of my thousands of pages of dreams is the need for money, me waiting or even talking about money or a paycheck, or any appearance of this.

Unless it is being given to me in large amounts, being agreed to be given to me for something by someone, unless I’ve found some on the ground while walking down a city street in a dream. Have never seen me paying or discussing a bill, not about paying a utility, a car note, a mortgage, rent, or any such thing. It has never been taken from me either. It has never been a thing at all.

I have arrived in first class or at my gate at the airport, ticket in hand, in my dreams, many times, but have never seen the part that must have come before where me, someone I’m with, or someone else must have had to pay for it all. Shopping too. Private Jets. Elegant hotels. Houses. Mansions. Apartments of all sizes and shapes and furnishings. Restaurants in countries other than this one where I live. Ferraris. Pick-up trucks and farm houses. Skiing down slopes in parts of Africa that have snow. I’m always just there. Living it. Everything is always just there.

I have no idea how these things were or are paid for in my dreams. I have never seen me or anyone struggle about money or debt or even talk about these kinds of things in my dreams. Money or lack is not a thing on that plane, in those places…only this one. But incredible abundance always is. And I find that very interesting. And I now think this is because it is all just energy.

Because I can tell you, to dream like I do means that God is present. That energy is present. The Creator is present. There…and in me. They say we can’t see or visualize or imagine things we’ve never seen before. In my dreams I have seen things that I have never seen before. Things that I don’t even think exist. Or yet. And so if we believe that God is omnipresent, then surely He/She/It would be there as much as it is here in the place that I am typing this from. But I can feel it. In the dreams, I can feel it. And it feels like consciousness observing itself. In my dreams, I am the observer and the observed.

And so how do we harness this kind of energy here…on this plane? This kind of plentiful. This kind of natural and God-given abundance? And why do we struggle so much? Or struggle so much to understand. I’m asking you as much as I am me.

~ Suhailah 🩷

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