The Brotherhood of the Magi

Chapter 4: Rubies and Sapphires

Leah awoke with a start. The Sun was already on her tent, bathing it with light. Holding every detail of the dream in her mind, she fumbled around for her travel clock. There was still time to write before her circle met at nine o'clock. Recording her experience was far more important than breakfast. Layering from the waist up, she sat up in her sleeping bag then taking up her journal and pen, she began to write.

"The dream began in the garden of Sananda's ashram. I was sitting by a reflecting pool, when Brian came to sit across from me. It was as if he were keeping his appointment with me in the dream. He began telling me the story of his childhood in a way so touching and profound that I realized I was hearing it from his Higher Self. There was no confusion, no blaming, and no pain. Instead he spoke with compassion, forgiveness and clarity.

"Brian had had a deep love for his father. His father had been his best buddy, spending all of his spare time with him. Brian's mother supported their relationship because they had waited such a long time for a boy. Brian's dad was already in his forties when Brian was born.

"Then the illness in his heart came. His father passed to the other side very quickly. From his ascended state in the dream, Brian saw the purpose in his father's life and death. He also saw his own emotional trauma, and that of his mother.

"As a boy he felt abandoned, cheated by his father's death. In his own life he refused to let anyone get too close to him. He had learned that loving someone very deeply meant that they would disappear or that his whole world would be destroyed.

"Brian told me that his mother smothered him completely, fearful that something might happen to him. Her grief went unresolved until her death at seventy. When she died, Brian felt free for the first time in his life, but he didn't know how to be truly free. He was locked in the old structures that had been and still were his prison.

"He told me he was ready to forgive them both - to be free of his blood forever. He felt the illness in his own heart and wanted to be free of that as well.

"He asked me what he could do. For a split second, I stared into the reflecting pond and saw Master Mukda and Chris, walking along the ashram in an enclosed walkway, similar to a colonnade. Suddenly I was there with them, peering through the windows of the ashram where orange-robed monks were holding strange yoga postures.

"A beautiful man came towards us, guarded by four men as if he walked in a square of men. His light was so bright I could not see the faces of his guardians, but his face was magnificent. He was a radiant being who held the softest presence I have ever experienced in a man. His eyes were dark but luminous, and his hair long, wavy and dark brown. His golden robes radiated peace and love.

"I felt such a longing when I saw him - a deep aching inside - that I stood still, expanding my heart to capture the moment. He smiled at me and I went into bliss. After he passed, I ran to Master Mukda's side and demanded to know whom we had seen. Master Mukda looked at Chris, who shook his head.

"Where did you see someone, My Child?" he asked. I turned around to show them, and saw myself sitting with Brian at the pool. Suddenly I was back with Brian at the pool, feeling very bewildered.

"Brian asked me if I was alright. I passed the experience off to him as a daydream then focused myself on his situation. He would need to cut the cords with both of his parents, for even death had not given him his freedom.

"Core beliefs that he had about losing those he loved could be changed to beliefs about risking his heart to find true love and happiness. Core beliefs about fear of inherited illness could be changed to beliefs in his Divine perfection. That would best be accompanied by energetic healing of the genetics. Core beliefs about needing to fulfill his mother's expectations had to be changed to surrendering to his own soul's purpose. Changing these beliefs would change his reality to one better able to serve him and his Mission.

"He thanked me, then walked off towards the ashram to meet one of the teachers there. I looked in the reflecting pool again, and saw Chris waiting for me in the Hall of Mirrors. I was there instantly and we practiced fencing with the light again. Delighting in knocking me down, he showed his playful warrior side to me.

"When we had finished our practice, I asked him about the man I had seen with him. I was told again that there was no man when we were walking. "Is there another man?" he asked, stilling playing with me. I stood there completely confused.

"Chris came to me, lifted my chin, and kissed me very deeply. It was another experience of bliss as our White Hearts expanded to hold each other. He walked away from me backwards, holding his eyes on me as his image faded. I heard his voice tell me that my tea was turning into ice."

Leah dropped the pen and journal, as she fell back into her sleeping bag.

"Unbelievable," she thought. There were clearly three Dreamscapes in the principal dream, all of them unrelated, or so it would appear.

There was Master Mukda and Chris alongside the ashram, the Holy Man, and the fencing with Chris at the end. Two of those Dreamscapes were accessed through her meeting with Brian at the well, which was, presumably, the principal dream. The Holy Man with his guardians may have been a vision, or a fourth Dreamscape accessed through the Dreamscape with Master Mukda.

"Perhaps the most unnerving part was turning around and seeing herself at the well again.

"Is it possible that I have experienced four different aspects of myself living out their own realities?" she asked herself. "Was any more real than the other? The kiss was real. I felt it, and the bliss, bleeding through to this reality, but what of the many falls while fencing? My body feels none of the bruises. Perhaps the content is not important, but merely the fact that I have remembered all of the dreams in the dream. Or have I?" she wrote.

Leah finished dressing, figuring she would ask Chris about the dreams when they hiked that afternoon. Chris mattered to her. She had had no one to engage in this reality at this level of consciousness, and she was grateful for the companionship.

She recognized that her strength was the use of Truth to awaken others, in keeping with the Blue Ray. At the same time, she saw Chris as the magician who expands consciousness experientially. He challenged her to be more than her calling - to move outside this reality altogether, where the Mission became cosmic.

She did not need to be in this reality to experience the kiss. In fact, in this reality, the experience would have been totally different, colored by the nature of the Earth walk. In the dream, his passion was clear to her, as was his integrity and the depth of his love. He showed a reverence for her that she did not understand, though it meant a great deal to her.

Unzipping the tent to put on her boots, Leah found a metal teacup sitting in front of her door. A ring of ice clung to the edge of a full cup of tea, reflecting the rays of the sun. She laughed out loud. "Well, ain't life just a gosh darned mystery!" she exclaimed to the mountains, while standing up in her boots to tie them.


©Jessie Ayani 2002