A dream… A pit of sand.

Somewhere in one of my blogs, or perhaps within the book, My Esoteric Truth, I wrote that you should pay attention to things that happen. I said you should remember them, do not dismiss them; just in case.

Last night I had a dream, whether it is significant or not I do not know, but I have a feeling it may be, and so I want to record it here, like a diary entry or evidence, should it be needed as proof at sometime in the future.

In my dream I was looking at a patch of mown lawn. The grass was short and not in perfect condition. We are in a drought here in the UK and my lawn is pretty much dead, except for one or two areas where the clover and some grass are still managing to cling to the dark green that is expected of such a surface. Within the lawn a square of grass had been removed and in its place there was a pit of sand. The area was only around ten inches square, and the sand had sunk into the hole a little. The sand was discoloured with hues of sky blue and pinks, that somehow seemed tainted. The colours weren’t pleasant to look at, and if the sand had been a food, like rice for example, then you would have instantly recognised it as being bad. The sand looked ill, it looked sick, and yet it was only sand.

I took a knife with a thin and very bendy blade, I suspect it was the kind of thing you would use to shape icing around a cake. The end of the knife was rounded and couldn’t really be described as being dangerous. I think the blade was also around 10 inches long. I remember sinking the blade into each corner of the little sand pit. I did it carefully, like sliding a key into a lock, slowly and precisely. Each corner was done until the knife was slowly withdrawn for the last time. At that point I recall the sand pit being filled evenly to the top of the lawn surface, and the off-coloured and sickly grains returned to their natural colour. By now, I had the feeling that others were gathered around me and were looking with wonder at the small square of sand, restored and pristine. Then, and I’m not sure at this point, I may have sunk the knife one last time into the centre of the pit, or I may have said a prayer (I really don’t recall clearly enough). This final act was sufficient to make the sand shine with a golden glow, as it took on a divine power. The grains had been blessed, either by the final act of the knife, or by my thoughts and prayers. The sand was now a sacred place, and all those who were gathered around, were witness to the change.

I have a feeling this means something, and as yet, I do not fully understand what it could be. I think that perhaps I have begun to change as a person, and writing my book, was probably a point in time that roughly marks this change in my life. Only time will tell if I am right…

Open your hearts and remember that you live in a supernatural world. We do not understand the true nature of our reality, but we can be curious, and we should be mindful. Your journey, your path, that is yours to take, and for no one else to dictate to you. Fill your heart with peace, but be prepared to be challenged along the way.

Edit: I should finish by stating that I believe in God the Father and our salvation through his only son, Jesus Christ. I was an atheist, or at best an agnostic (which is of little practical difference really). I am over 60 years old and all of this change has come about very quickly. Read, My Esoteric Truth, it’s in the Library of this website. It is free, I don’t want your money, I just want to help if I can. I have experienced things that the material world can’t explain. Perhaps my journey may help someone out there, maybe that’s the purpose of doing what I have done. 😊

With warmest regards,

Pete.🥰