The Dream: Stars and String
I dreamed one night that I was a white bird flying in an infinite field of sparkling pale blue space. Everywhere was loveliness and light stretching away to more loveliness and light. I was in the Light and the Light was me and there was nothing real but this ONE Light which was All in All.
Suddenly, ahead, I saw a thin layer of red hovering in the Light. It was thinner than the thinnest gauze but so tightly woven of multi-coloured ‘strings’ that, flying over, I could not see through it except by means of countless star-shaped openings around which the string was gathered in individual heaps, drawn as if by some form of magnetism.
Each star-shaped opening was the same, being a transparency for the ONE Light, but each heap of string was different. Some were predominantly red, pulsating with crimson and purple and gold. Others appeared lighter, being made up of green strings and blue. Some were half and half. Many were a well-balanced mixture. I was superficially intrigued by the heaps but it was in the stars that I found comfort.
Each star was a link to what I knew to be the ONE. I had only to focus on an individual star to see the Light which I felt was my own true substance and life. It was as if the string layer was merely a distraction from this ultimate reality of Being.
I was in the Light and the Light was me and there was nothing real but this ONE Light which was All in All.