And from thy kindred, and from thy father’s house, and into a land which I shall show thee. I dreamt last night that my Dad was casting me out of my childhood home. I had to fend for myself. I could not share in his food nor hide under his shelter. I had to go out into the world on my own. He wasn’t going to provide me with food or comfort or money to live. If I wanted to live I had to do it alone. I had to survive alone. In the dream I was anxious. I was afraid to do it on my own, life. Unsure how I was going to support myself or where I was going to turn now I didn’t have a home.
In the dream my father was the spirit of my ancestors, from whose work I have lived in comfort my whole life. My comfort is a direct result of my grandparents and my parents’ sacrifice. The sacrifice even of generations of men and women before me who eventually bore me. I am comfortable, enjoying my unearned wealth. It is time I start sacrificing.
It’s time for me to leave my father’s house. To commit to myself and to the future. Stop hiding. Go out into the world. No more hiding. Leave my father’s house, leave my kindred, and go into a land of divinity. Into the unexplored land, the land of divine growth.
Curious that I should have this dream the day after I start my blog. My ancestors are calling to me through dreams. I am doing the right thing; I am finally on the right path. Leave behind the safety of my father’s home. Get going. Go!
Learning About Life 