The Latest Lesson

I went to that place again last night.
The place that I go when I sleep that is not a lucid dream. It is something more. It is always a trip to expand and learn. I can not explain how I get there. I can not explain wherever it is. All that I know is that I have been to numerous locations all with the same feeling. The feeling of being in a classroom or university campus. The feeling of only one purpose and that is to learn how to get to the next step.
This time it was a seminar. There were groups of people present. Each group had its own seminar room. All seminar rooms had doors that opened to the street. When we had a break and went outside, the street looked like any downtown street in any large city. Traffic and all.
My group was the "Seeing Clearly "group. We were all given five pairs of "seeing apparatus" when we arrived. We were instructed to "Take care of them" and learn which pair gave us the "clearest vision". One pair looked like a scuba mask with glass lenses.
Within a few minutes I had dropped that one and the lenses had broken. It was then my responsibility to acquire new lenses or have those repaired. None of this was spoken to me. At this seminar we communicated without speaking.
I am already feeling uneasy. But I am here to learn and will try my best. I know that I was in the process of having my lenses repaired somehow.
We had a break and when out onto the sidewalk to get a breathe of fresh air and relax.
I noticed the other doors opening and the people from the individual seminars coming out onto the sidewalk.
Each group was unique. One group was in very high spirits. They were laughing and dancing and gave off such a vibration of fun. I went closer to explore them a little.
I see my mother in this group. She appears to be about 30 years old. This is the age that she always appears to me now.
She does not notice that I am present. She is joyful and laughing with a gentleman that appears to be about 85 years old. I am not surprised by this. In fact I have no feeling concerning it one way or the other.
When the break is over, I decide to join this seminar instead of the original one that I had been in. I want to speak to the older gentleman that I saw my mother with.
I enter the room and quickly find him. I sit down next to him and start to question him.
I am not upset, only curious. I ask him about my mother. He does communicate with me, but I do not remember what he said. In the next second, my mother is standing beside me and she communicates to me. She is "stern". She says,"Do not inquire of me, I am as you. I do not need your interference".
Wow! Like a slap in the face actually. She walks away and the old man says, "Here we just "Are". I knew exactly what he was implying. It was a feeling not a statement. Her spirit was not my earthly mother.
The old man communicates to me..
"Say exactly what you feel and mean exactly what you say. 'Clear 'will make it happen quicker."
I start to raise back into consciousness and my bed. I wake up sobbing. I am still shaken.
I have a feeling though that this again is all about "Honoring and respecting the journey of others on the path. Not interfering with what their experiences should be.
Giving up that urge to rescue anything that crosses my path and is involved in their own struggle."
Not turning my back on those in need of assistance, but "minding my own business".
Knowing that things are working out for me in a bigger way than are indicated in my day to day existence and experiences.
Trusting……..