Unfurl...

"Unfurl"

As within a dream, I watched...
a celestial staircase, an angelic sky-lift,
a golden chain upon a heavenly chest,
as it moved majestically above a chaotic earth...
each pair of wings a link,
each carrying a soul,
to a place of ONEder, peace and rest.

An Angel opened my eyes so that I may be,
...profoundly inspired to embrace the whole world.
And it was said unto me gently,
insistent yet lovingly...
Unfurl dear one,
Unfurl.

Serendipity came in to land last night,
unexpectedly, unannounced...Unprepared
was I to receive her call.
With the force of a thousand exploding stars,
I found past and present divided no more.

Through my tears, I saw liquid wings
rise up from my spine, filling the room.
Amethyst glow, I emerge and grow,
As I fell to my knees with a sonic boom.

CoinciDancing with Angels
every single step of the way.
Flying alongside Love in Light
every heartbeat of every day.

An Angel opened my heart so that I may BE FreedOM.
Profoundly inspired to embrace the whole world,
It was said unto me gently,
insistent yet lovingly...
Unfurl dear one,
Unfurl.

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~ Written by Omnitheus Oneironaut
~ April 24/25th : 2010

*A little back-story is needed I feel...

Growing up gay in a Catholic environment wasn't exactly easy (it wasn't particularly hard but it certainly wasn't all that easy). What, with all this 'eternal damnation' business being thrown about! For a boy who idolized Angels...this wasn't what a confused, frightened 13-year-old boy wanted to hear. How would he ever fly alongside Angels if he was forever doomed to hell?

Cut to the mid/late 1990s.

The 'angel' had now become quite the little 'devil'. Now completely 'out' (of control!)...he was highly superficial, egotistical, only out for a 'good time' (rather than a 'god' time) and he was slowly killing himself through his deceiving ways, his promiscuous lifestyle, his constant drug-taking and through all the dubious risks he was taking in his plastic, glittering, wham-bam-F-you-man! life.

It wasn't really until he himself, was visited by an Angel (in 1999)...that his entire life began to turn around. But you all know this part of the story already:

http://lucid-dream-log.blogspot.com/2004/11/muse-ical-chairs.html

Cut to 2003. The boy had been shocked awake several years earlier...

A little unassuming film caught his eye. He went alone to a screening of it here in Melbourne as part of a film festival. It was sold out and he went home disappointed but largely forgetting all about it by the next day.

2010 : April.

He begins writing about Angels again. He is also moved to shoot the 'Urban Angel' series - a collection of photos featuring him wearing a pair of wings. He begins to see wings, white feathers and Angels again everywhere, all around him.

Never one to be hugely interested in 'gay' films (he's always found them to be too flippant, containing not enough depth for his liking...), he's never been drawn to the queer section of his local DVD stores. But two months ago, he found himself standing in front of that very section. And staring at him from the shelves was 'Latter Days' - the film he had wanted to see seven years earlier...but it seemed that then, just hadn't been the right time. Delighted with the find, he took it home.

April 24th, Saturday night:

He begins watching 'Latter Days'. With each scene, it was like a mirrorball being held up to his face. The story concerns a Mormon boy (the strictly religious yet beautifully caring 'Aaron') who meets an all-out party boy. Like stars aligning, this unlikely pair eventually connect. The Mormon gradually brings out the party boy's Soul - deeply embedded behind a facade of plastic, pretty adjectives. He chips away at the party boy's surface until he reaches something of depth. Whilst this is happening, the party boy (whose name incidentally is 'Christian') brings out in the Mormon - the Butterfly inside the tormented caterpillar. He breaks his Chrysalis so to speak.

There is also an aspiring singer - a girl who is Christian's best friend. She writes a song in the film called '3 am'.

Our viewer recalls the 3 AM Wow Hour (in which he regularly wakes up with his most inspired ideas).
Earlier that day, he awoke from a dream in which he called someone a 'Christian freak'. This puzzles him as he feels he would never call anyone that.

Our viewer sits there utterly GODsmacked. Here is the story of his life playing out in front of his very eyes. Two aspects from his past (the religious, sexually concealed 'zealout' & the very unchristian Christian) meet and fall in love whilst he watches on - also falling in love for the very first time - with all of his various selves...

Several times throughout the film, Christian is called a freak by Aaron's mormon mates.
Aah, so THAT's what that dream had been about...thought our viewer.

And then the crucial scene.

After their first kiss, Aaron's sexuality is discovered and he's sent back to his city - shamed, disgraced, shunned by his family and excommunicated from the Mormon community. He's put through shock therapy. He attempts suicide. He visits hell...

He realizes that the only time he experienced a taste of HEaven was the night he found himself in the arms of a Christian...

So he 'escapes' the hospital and makes his way back to the man he loves. On the way, he sees a sign - an 'urban angel'...a woman wearing Angel Wings sitting on a bus stop bench in L.A., cigarette dangling from her weary mouth. As the film had been liberally strewn with Angel references, Aaron sees this as a sign - that he's on the right path, that he's headed for hOMe...

Our viewer : Me...cannot contain the tears any longer. All throughout the film, the waves of emotion had been lapping at the walls of the dam, creeping ever higher, threatening to burst the walls. When I saw those Angel Wings, I just let go. OMazed by everything I had been watching, that one little scene proved to be the straw that broke the camel's back. When Aaron was reunited with Christian at the end...I swear, I've never sobbed so hard in the name of Beauty ever before in my life!

The film ended.
The dam broke.
And I got up in front of my mirror and fell to my knees praising the YOUniverse for gifting me with such a ONEderful film.
A film that showed me where I had been.
A film that showed me how two seemingly conflicted sides were now YOUnified.
A film that inspired me to forgive my past.
To unconditionally love it, to be thankful for it, to heal it, to celebrate it.

I had never fallen so in love with a movie before, with its characters, with its story, with everything it symbolized...! At the end of the day, this was a Love Story - pure & simple.

It reminded me of all my 3am Wow Hours; it re'veil'ed to me that Wings were a symbol of LOVE; that Happiness is a divine right of EVERY human Being...that though the picture may look like a random collection of dots up close (because we're INSIDE the picture), step away from it, and the Bigger Picture re'veil's itself. And from that God's 'I' point of You, we'll see that everything & everyone is connected.

Through my tears, I saw a pair of liquid wings emerge from my shoulder blades...feathers rising from my spine. And I remembered my Angelic Sky-Lift dream. I fondly recalled all those recent days posing in front of my webcam wearing nothing but wings. It all began to make sense...

I felt Love of the purest kind envelop me. I felt Light of the most radiant kind bathe me in its glow. And I sobbed in utter humility - thanking the heavens for this most ONEdrous gift, thanking the Angels for loving me despite everything, grateful to them for always having unconditional faith in me even when my own faith in them may have wavered at times.

Gradually, I began to forget what I was crying about...and I just cried for the utter in-JOY-ment of it. They were not 'sad' tears. They were the best tears of all : Happy tears. I was just letting this uncontrollable, divine energy pass through me - cleansing me, healing me, restoring me. It was smashing down every last closed door I had within me - using Love as the Master Key. And into The Light...I flew.

By the end of it all, I landed in a heap on my floor - completely exhausted. I couldn't move for several minutes. I finally dragged myself to bed and laid there for hours - trying to process and comprehend everything that had just happened.

The next day, I was still totally exhausted and stayed in bed all day...flitting in and out of consciousness...dreaming of flying.

Everywhere I look, there seems to be a sign.

Late April : I finally finish the book I've been reading on & off for months ('Contact' by Carl Sagan), and it finishes with this:

"He dreamed, and behold a ladder set up on the earth, and the top of it reached to heaven: and behold the angels of God ascending and descending on it...This is none other but the House of God, and this is the gate of Heaven."
~ GENESIS 28:12

Of all the days to finish that book, I finally do the day after I finish writing 'Unfurl'. I'm again GODsmacked - this time at the similarity between Jacob's dream and one I had myself many years ago:

"The Angelic Sky-Lift"

I often have dreams of 'aiding Souls into The Light'. One particular dream I had around the time of '9-11' had me making my way through a skyscraper - trying to find my way to the top of the building. There were confused people all around me screaming and crying. It could have all disoriented & frightened me but I just KNEW I had a mission to carry out - I knew I had to get to that top floor. Chaos ensued all around me, walls were crumbling, people crying for help... I finally got to the top floor and made my way to the roof. What I saw next took my breath away. Descending from the sky was a line of winged beings flying down to the rooftop. The scene looked like a ski-lift. They'd come down, land, embrace a lost soul, then fly back up into the heavens carrying that bewildered human in their arms. It was like a continuous line of Angels. I walked around not too sure what I was doing there. I knew I wasn't one of those 'lost souls', that I wasn't supposed to be air-lifted into the heavens. One of the winged coordinators came up to me and told me to 'unfurl'. This confused me. I asked him/her what they meant. They told me to look around and to 'feel'. What did I feel as I looked around me at all the pain? I replied, 'Compassion, Hope, Love...'

At that moment, I felt a tingling in my back and shoulder blades. And then IT happened.

A pair of wings began to 'unfurl' from my back - nowhere near as huge or as grand or as impressive as my Angelic brethren, but wings nonetheless. The winged being told me that I was ready now and to start 'transporting'. I went to the pick-up point and put my hand on a young woman's shoulder. She looked up at me with the most imploring eyes - with the most heart-wrenching expression I'd ever seen. I told her, "I'm here to help". And she stood up and hugged me, sobbing all the while. Whilst I was holding & consoling her, I felt a 'pull' upwards. And I began floating off the rooftop into the sky - still holding her. I joined the long line of winged beings flying up through a burst of sunshine which had escaped the dark clouds. I looked down and saw destruction, pain, hurt, confusion, chaos & utter hopelessness. Then I looked up and saw the brightest, most loving Light I'd ever seen. And I heard music...sweet, soothing, moving, heart-healing music. And the scent was like that of Gardenias...

And then I woke up.

I'll never, ever forget that 'dream'...

Just like stepping back from the picture, we realize that all the dots...that everything and everyONE...is connected.

So yeah, I realize that all of this may not mean much to some. But I feel in the telling of it all, it makes me feel even closer to you all. Synchronicities are a very personal & subjective thing - only meaningful to the one experiencing it...but seeing as we're all intrinsically woven into the grand tapestry somehow, well, I felt Now is the right time to share, to 'come out'...to unfurl.

And as it has all knocked me for a six, I wanted to explain what's been going on with me these past two months. Seems these massive 'releases' are reaching epidemic, global proportions - not just for us, but for many around the world.

The ability to manifest seems to be increasing; synchronicities happening left, right and center; heavenly signs appearing everywhere; connected through apparently random events occurring simultaneously more often with more regularity; etc., etc., etc.

I've been in a constant state of WOW lately...ONEdering how on earth each coincidence can be topped - yet sure enough, each one is trumped by an even bigger and more profound one. It's been a little overwhelming at times but oh so rewarding!

"The great Light of Truth burns away everything that It is not..."

Blessed Be ONE'in'All,
Another Point of You : ॐ

"And it was said unto me gently,
insistent yet lovingly...
Unfurl dear one,
Unfurl."