My Strange Travels

I visit a parallel world in my dreams,

a small voice at the back of her mind.

I’m sure it’s my parallel self that speaks,

when I think things I’d not be inclined.

 

I travel across there while I’m asleep,

and I’m starting to feel quite at home.

She’s a life so similar yet different,

it’s like here with a fork in the road.

 

As I travel through time to see myself,

I’m as sure she can come visit me.

So I give time to those whispers I hear now,

I’m listening out for myself you see.

 

My other worlds not a strange place,

but a new place I’m getting to know.

I’m a very small spark of inspiration,

a whisper on a frequency that’s low.

~

lizalizaskysaregrey©2018

 

Dreaming

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When I see you in my dreams at night,

why do I just take that for granted.

In those dreams I find you within,

there’s always a message that’s planted.

And waking in the morning light,

symbols floating through my mind.

I try to go back into that slumber,

to that beauty that’s so hard to find.

Is it your love that create my dreams,

is this the way you talk to me now.

I’m bewildered by the concept,

that you live in my dreams somehow.

~

lizalizaskysaregrey©2018

My Other Selves

I woke up in the night and realised that I exist in multiple places. I can visit myself and learn from myself at will as each version of me holds something that I need to grow. I realised that I (as I think of each of them) can also visit me and I am able to inspire as they inspire me. We don’t all realise this, each of me that is, as I have only just discovered it for myself.

I am so many different of expressions of myself, I’ve grown in a multitude of ways, flowering from the child we all once were. My pathways have crossed and then again they have not, we’ve read the same books yet taken different messages and we’ve learnt from our experiences, the experiences we have had as our other selves.

We’ve met the same people although they are also completely different, each moment and every action changes the outcome, changes our lives. But we continue to grow to exist in all our forms.

I am highly evolved and not evolved at all, while I know, I also know nothing, I give and I take and each of these is me, each of my actions touches all of us. If I am kind, one of us will be touched by kindness, if I am cruel we will suffer cruelty and love pours through all of us if it is given unconditionally.

I knew I was dreaming, I woke momentarily and went back in, it was so clear, a sleeping, waking dream. I knew with all my heart that this is what I’d been looking for, I wasn’t surprised, it all made complete sense. I knew also that I could share this with others, teach them how to find themselves, it is so very simple.

I met a man named David, he’s important in lots of my lives and yet I don’t know him in this one. It could be he passed me by and I was busy looking elsewhere, he may come back again.

Last night I thought this was the most powerful dream I had ever had, I felt it was more than a dream, it was a lesson. I knew I could return, I finally knew how.

Today, I’m alone and it’s gradually slipping from my memory!

~

lizalizaskysaregrey©2017

 

Today

I had a dream last night that I was given a message that I would die today, it was written in the peal of an orange, but that’s beside the point. 

It was a strange dream, I went from one scene to the next and it was all mixed up as dreams are. I was myself and I was someone else, I looked out of my eyes and watched myself at the same time. I received a parcel full of gifts, letters from people I know and don’t, thanking me for helping them, some of the things I wasn’t aware of doing. There were presents too, a camera, lots of things wrapped up, gifts I didn’t get time to open before waking and an orange telling me today is the day you die. 

My sister was with me in the dream, she walked beside me. She’s staying with me at the moment, she arrived late last night. Now I think this is just the weirdest dream but laying in bed this morning, it made me think, what if it was my last day and how would I spend it.

I sort of wanted to get out of bed and be the nicest version of myself I could be, give my sister a lovely day. I thought in my blurry still half asleep state, it’s a good job I know, I can make sure all my choices are right, I won’t waste time on anything.

Funny how we waste so much time, we waste others time too in not living life to the full. In not saying how we feel, or doing what we say.

I’m not too sensible, I sleep with the phone beside my bed frying my brain, but I picked it up to look at the time and it opened on a ‘new post’ page. I thought I would share my dream, share an opportunity.

Now I hope none of us are going to die today, but wouldn’t it be great if we all made it the day we might, say the things we mean and do those things we say. A day of in case, because for a number of people in the world it will be. 

Take time today to tell people how we feel, say thank you and make that call we always mean to make. Look around as if we are leaving, does the housework really need to be done today.

Imagine leaving the world and thinking why did I waste time, when I had so little of it left. I don’t want to waste time today, not that I think I will die, I know it was just a weird dream, but because any day I might and one day I will!

~

lizalizaskysaregrey©2017

Dreaming Lately?

It started in meditation, I saw a candle, a large red candle, and looked into the melted wax. I fell in and flew out of the wax as a giant bird and travelled the universe faster than any bird could fly.

I was energy, I was the universe, I was everything I could see. Colours were vibrant yet it was before dawn, purples, reds, oranges mixed together as if paint had been smudged on a canvas, the colours were not paint though, they were out of this world.

I lost contact with my physical self, I knew my feet were not on the ground any longer. I was part of everything that is, I was all of us and yet none of us.

Later that night when I went to bed I found it hard to sleep, I was wide awake and full of energy. I wondered if it was because I’d meditated for so long, resting my body and therefore disturbing my sleep. I did sleep eventually and had the weirdest of dreams, I dreamt about a huge bright green insect that lived in an open cage by my bed. I think it had got out, of an open cage I know, but it decided to take a walk. It was biting me,well irritating me, trying to wake me up although I was awake in my dream. I wasn’t too keen on the insect, kept my distance, but at the same time saved it when it was close to being squashed.

I woke up to a deep and primitive animal noise behind me, same as last week, you might of read my wolf poem, but this time I knew without looking it was a big cat, a wild cat. I didn’t look because I knew it wasn’t there. At the same time as this, as I opened my eyes I saw a purple light, about five or six foot, I knew it was a being. It disappeared as I focused but I did see it again later. I really think I was awake, I know there are those that might argue.

I had some words in my head, I wrote them as a life lesson earlier today as to me this is what they felt like. I sat up in the middle of the night and wrote them down.

I went back to sleep and dreamt of death and beginnings, a lot of feminine imagery too. There was more but it does not feel right writing it down, confusing family stuff.

So many people are telling me about weird dreams, it’s as if there is an opening, teachings through dreams maybe. I’m excited and writing them down. I’m telling my friends to also, I want to see if there is anything that runs through all of our dreams. Please do let me know if any of you are having the same mad dreams.

I have to write them down, for one thing it’s what writers do and another, I think I will remember if I don’t write them, but then try and recollect them and they are gone.

Daily Prompt – Gone

Anticipation – DP

Dearest universe, could you please oblige,

and help me find my way.

I find inspiration comes into my head,

but nothing really stays.

I want to apply myself and be worthwhile,

try to do some good.

I’d love to write about love and kindness,

I’m also told I should.

But that’s a dream and a hobby too,

not how I will live each day.

I want to work with what I love,

but also something that pays.

I like to create and I like to inspire,

I like to help people recover.

I understand trauma and listen too,

I’m a bit of an earth mother.

Can you direct me to where I should be,

send me on my way.

In anticipation, with kindest regards,

oh, please don’t you delay.

 

via Daily Prompt: Anticipation

To Imagine

Our imagination is a gift, it enhances our creativity, it paints pictures that the mind itself cannot, anything is possible when we use our imagination. Those with great imaginations, see the world differently, nature becomes even more alive, colours melt into each and each sound is a musical note. The world belongs to those who can connect to it through their imagination and dreams.

To make the best of our imagination we have to give into the world around us, see and hear the potential, believe in possibilities and become part of that world. Tune in with all our senses, switch off the ego and connect to the waves of energy that surround us. There is no barrier between the world and ourselves apart from the barriers we create. If we connect to the whole, nature, the world, we will become filled with infinite possibilities.

~ Liza

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lizalizaskysaregrey©2016

Another Day


Waking up, I’m all alone, 

there’s a deep silence all around.

I turn again into my dreams, 

where such solitude I’d found.

Wrapped in a cleansing blanket, 

kindness is the thread.

Safe there with my memories, 

those love stories in my head.

I wrap myself warm and go outside, 

it’s nature that’s calling me.

I watch as a mother protects her young, 

the greatest privilege to see.

All around the day comes alive, 

with energies abound.

I connect with Mother Earth, 

in this special place I’ve found.

I send out thoughts to the universe, 

the love I send is true.

Two years today since you left, 

I’m still really missing you.


Writing Dreams

I dreamt I wrote fine poetry, 

I’ve forgotten it today.

Waking into a cloudy mind,

where my dreams just fade away.

Written in italic, 

on bed of softest browns.

Spread out on the surface, 

where the words laid down.

I meditate to pull it back, 

as coming from my soul.

The soul that has the answers, 

where the truth is told.

Knowing dreams are messages, 

dismayed I missed that one.

Was it the very answer, 

to all questions under the sun.

Even as I’m trying now, 

to fish it from the deep.

Knowing that it won’t come back, 

not even if I sleep.

So who is it who writes my dreams, 

those that I can see.

The creative one, all knowing, 

I guess the hidden me.