REVENGE IS WRONG

2-4-20-NO REVENGE-Hateful words & thoughts are wrong

 

Rasa interprets her dream. To see her first book on interpretation see ‘Theater of the Mind’ on Lulu & Amazon Books.

         

 

          I was some place where we worked, lots of people around, lots of food. I vaguely recall eating, doing happy things, & then the day was over & it was time for me to go home.

 

          (GO HOME IS ENTER BACK INTO MY HEART, MY SPIRITUAL CONSCIOUSNESS. ‘HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS.’ IT MEANS WHEN I SETTLE DOWN AFTER THE DAY’S WORK & MEDITATE.)

 

          Someone – not sure who – a lady I think, put two wonderful cakes on the table. They had the kind of icing on the outside that is like a ‘glaze’ or glassy, not fluffy, they are both mint green & I know the inside if great. The lady says to me,

 

          “This is for you because you worked for free.”

 

(THIS LADY IS MOTHER GOD, THE ONE INSIDE ME OR THE ONE EVERYWHERE, THEY CONNECT. SHE’S REWARDING ME FOR MY WORK TO HELP SOULS. I DIDN’T EXPECT ANYTHING, BECAUSE THE HAPPINESS I GET IS ENOUGH, BUT SHE IS.)

 

          I was delighted but did not pack up the cakes right away, they sat on the table. A woman who I sense belongs to the Mafia then came by & picked up one of the cakes to take to her family sitting in a large lower room. I stopped her & politely said,

 

          (THIS PERSON BEING ‘IN THE MAFIA’ IS NOT A PERFECT SOUL. MAFIA IS DEMONS. BUT HE IS AN ADVAITA TEACHER, FUNNY HOW YOU CAN BE IMPERFECT YET YOU CAN REPRESENT THE HIGHEST TRUTHS……………..IT SHOWS THIS PERSON TAKING THIS GREAT GRACE OF MINE TO A LOWER ROOM TO HIS ‘FAMILY.’ THAT MEANS PEOPLE ON THE LOWER PLANE—APPARENTLY HIS FOLLOWERS OR STUDENTS…………………

 

          {MY DREAM A FEW DAYS AGO WHERE I WAS IN B’KLYN WITH A GUY I CALLED ‘ITALO’ IS THIS SAME PERSON. I SENSED HE WAS NOT 100% OK BUT I FORGAVE HIM, ACCEPTED HIM, LIKED HIM. IN THAT DREAM PEOPLE WERE SAYING THIS GUY HAD DONE THINGS THAT WERE WRONG, BUT I DISMISSED IT. HE WAS A POLITICIAN & THEY ALWAYS GET RUMORS, I SAID, THESE ARE ‘SMALL THINGS.’}

 

          I SURMISE THIS IS THE ADVAITA TEACHER WHO WAS SO CURT TO ME. I WROTE HIM A LETTER ASKING TO COLLABORATE—HE ANSWERED ‘NOT INTERESTED.’  IT WAS THE CURTNESS / COLDNESS THAT HURT.  HE COULD HAVE SAID IT IN A NICE WAY BUT HE DIDN’T WANT TO.  THIS DREAM EXPLAINS HE WAS JEALOUS / ANGRY.

 

          WHY IS HE FEMALE? PROBABLY BECAUSE HE’S A FOREVER-DISCIPLE, BEEN SURRENDERING TO GOD ALL HIS LIFE, BUT NOT MADE THE GRADE COMPLETELY.

 

          THIS EXPLAINS WHY HE WAS SO CURT TO ME: HE WAS JEALOUS OF THE FAVORS GOD HAD GRANTED ME. I SENT HIM LINKS TO MY BOOKS. ONE WAS THE BEATIFIC VISION. I MEAN HOW MANY PEOPLE SEE GOD FACE TO FACE?–ONE IN MILLIONS. THAT IS A REWARD GOD GAVE ME FOR ‘WORKING FOR FREE’ FOR THE KINGDOM.

 

          I ALSO SENT HIM MY BOOK LINKS ON YOGA & CHRISTIANITY, THE ONE ON MYSELF & MY DEVOTEES & THE DIVINE STIGMATA.

 

          AS HE ‘TAKES MY CAKE’ HE’S COVETING OR WISHING FOR MY REWARD –THE GRACE OF SEEING GOD FACE TO FACE.

 

          BUT I SAY TO HIM,

 

          “NO, THIS IS MY REWARD, YOU CANNOT HAVE IT.”

 

          HIS ANGER IS THE LOWER SELF BEING JEALOUS.

 

         

THE FACT THAT HE’S TAKING THIS REWARD TO HIS FAMILY IN THE BIG ROOM BELOW – HE WANTS SOMETHING LIKE THIS TO PRESENT TO HIS FANS, FRIENDS, BELIEVERS. IT WOULD BE A GREAT FEATHER IN HIS CAP AS A TEACHER OF SPIRITUALITY.

 

          THE WAY HE REACTS – SMASHING THE CAKE TO THE WALL – IS GREAT ANGER. HE WANTED TO HURT ME, & HE DID. I WAS IN PAIN FOR TWO DAYS BEFORE IT WORE OFF.

 

          THIS DREAM IS A LESSON AGAINST REVENGE. SOMEONE, SOMETHING HURTS YOU—DO NOT TAKE REVENGE. DON’T GIVE TIT FOR TAT THIS SAYS, IT’S MORALLY WRONG. IT WILL DIMINISH YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH GOD, IT WILL SHRINK DOWN YOUR BLISS, PLEASURE, IN THE COMPREHENSION OF GOD, IN YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS.)

 

          “Sorry, but those are my cakes given me because I worked for free.”

 

          (WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO ‘WORK FOR FREE?’ IT MEANS YOU DID / DO GOD’S WORK NOT FOR ANY ULTERIOR MOTIVE BUT FROM UNCONDITIONAL LOVE. YOU JUST WANT TO BE WITH GOD, PLEASE GOD – YOU DON’T DO IT FOR THE GIFTS GOD GIVES. {The proof of this is when people are willing to suffer ‘dark nights of the soul’ & martyrdom, which is the absence of bliss & joy, it’s pain & sorrow, but the soul is ready to accept this when it’s the Will of God.} THIS KIND OF LOVE MERITS THE HIGHEST REWARDS. BUT FEW GIVE THIS. MOST PEOPLE ARE LOOKING TO GOD LIKE SANTA CLAUS, THE GIVER OF GIFTS.)

 

          She was standing with a wall to her right, & she was so angry she smashed the cake against the wall, but it didn’t break, just got a little broken, I caught it, retrieved it & took it back to my table.

         

(THIS JEALOUS PERSON WOULD HAVE ‘SMASHED’ OR DESTROYED MY RELATIONSHIP / BLISS / REWARDS WITH GOD IF SHE / HE COULD – BUT THEY COULD NOT, I GOT IT BACK, WITH JUST A LITTLE HURT TO MY FEELINGS.)

 

          I was planning to pack my cakes up when out of the blue this heavy guy comes toward me to pick a fight. I decide to teach him a lesson.

 

          I punch him really hard, he falls down. I grab him by the balls & pull them so hard they stretch a foot – he doesn’t stop. I do some more damage to him, then I let him go. But while I was fighting some unknown person took the second cake from the table & absconded. I can’t blame them as they didn’t know the cakes were mine.

         

(THIS MAN MUST BE THE MAN ON THE INTERNET WHO INSULTED ME. I INSULTED HIM BACK. HE WANTED TO HURT ME, I HURT HIM BACK. I DIDN’T CONCEIVE OF IT AS A SIN—HE STARTED IT, HE DESERVED IT.

 

          BUT GOD IS TELLING ME SOMETHING DIFFERENT. WHILE I WAS FIGHTING, THE SECOND CAKE OR ANOTHER REWARD MOTHER GOD GAVE ME WAS STOLEN. I LOST SOME OF MY SPIRITUAL BLISS / HAPPINESS.

 

THIS MIGHT HAVE SHOWN AS I WAS MEDITATING AT THE END OF THE DAY, LESS SATISFACTION AS MY STATE WAS TARNISHED.)

 

          I then quickly pack up the first cake with the slight damage, & I take that soft kind of bandage from a roll you roll over say a bad elbow, I roll it round & round until it’s cushioned, put it into my bag, sort of like a round purse, which is a suitcase of sorts.

 

(WHAT AM I BANDAGING? MY HURT FEELINGS OF COURSE. I AM PROTECTING MY GIFT OF GOD ALSO, DON’T WANT TO LOSE MY COMPOSURE, FALL INTO THE LOWER SELF IN PAIN.)

 

In the bag I have a few other things I put into a paper bag, not much, like maybe a bottle of champagne, other jars.

 

 

(WHAT IS THE PAPER BAD FILLED WITH CHAMPAGNE & OTHER JARS?

          PAPER WOULD BE MY PRECIOUS BOOKS, ESPECIALLY THE ONE ON BEATIFIC VISION, MY GREATEST GRACE—CHAMPAGNE BEING A SIGN OF VICTORY. I DON’T WANT PEOPLE STEALING MY BLISS ANY MORE.)

 

I’m eager to get out of here as I don’t want any more trouble with what I have left. It seems people interfere as soon as you get ahead, I just want to get out.

 

          (THIS DREAM HAS A MORAL: DON’T TAKE REVENGE. LOOK HOW THE REVENGE OF THE FIRST PERSON HURT YOU. {I had no idea this person was jealous & sent me the curt note out of hate & anger. I had researched him, watched many hours of his work, wrote him a respectful, detailed letter, & all I got was ‘not interested.’ Another friend said ‘ouch.’ But this dream explains why the curt note, which surprises me: jealousy! I guess, then, I should be flattered.}

 

          WHERE AM I PACKING TO GO?—HOME, BACK TO MY HEART, BACK TO GOD. TAKE WHAT I HAVE OF MY BLISS & GET OUT OF DANGER—

          IT SEEMS THAT AS SOON AS WE HAVE REPARTEE WITH PEOPLE, RECEIVING THEIR BLOWS, EXCHANGING OUR OWN HUMAN FEELINGS, THE TROUBLE STARTS. NO WONDER THE SAINTS ISOLATE THEMSELVES.)