My journey into spiritual awakening. 

I would say that the beginning of my journey into spiritual awakening started with a dream and throughout the journey, different types of dreams, such as those which were precognitive, assisted to shatter the conditioned illusion of a linear reality, as I had perceived it through my five physical senses.

This first dream however, was a dream I had when I was around fourteen and within the dream, I was walking into the lounge room of my family home. At the time, there was absolutely no indication that this was a dream and upon waking, I recall, unlike other dreams, the unusual sense of that dream being so vivid and realistic. 

Vidid dreams, those that are indistinguishable from waking reality, I have since found, to always hold some kind of significance. On this occasion, the significance was a message I was asked to pass onto my Dad from a friend of his who had passed away. 

Within the dream, I walked into the lounge room and there, sitting on the sofa, was my Dad’s friend who had passed away in his sleep one evening about a year earlier due to a burst blood vessel in his arm. My Dad had been friend’s with this man for many years.

Dennis, ran the corner store in a small strip of local shops and my Dad owned a neighbouring fish and chip shop on the same strip. As the years went by, both men had moved onto other things in life but they stayed friends, our families often meeting up for dinner at our respective houses. 

Unfortunately at some point, they had a falling out over money. My dad paid a considerable amount of money to Dennis at one point to paint our new house which my dad had recently finished building. By the standard’s of the 1980’s and even today, standing three storey’s tall, it was a fairly big house.

Dennis had underestimated the size of the job and for whatever reason, never finished painting the house and they never really spoke again. It must have been around 3 or 4 years later, that Dennis died and I’d say a year after that, I had this dream. 

To say that walking into the loungeroom and seeing Dennis sitting on the couch surprised me, would be an understatement. I remember blurting out, “How can you be here, you dead!”. Dennis ignored me and just said, “I want you to pass a message onto your dad for me’. 

There was some back and forth between us as the fact that he was sitting there, seemingly alive, was at that point, far more bizarre, incomprehensible and of interest to me than that him wanting me to pass on a message.

I asked him how could he be there, I remember his answer word for word “Even if I could explain it to you, you wouldn’t understand. Please tell your father, I am sorry.”

That was the gist of the dream and then I woke up. Now if this had just been a ‘normal’ dream, I don’t know that there’d even be a story to it. This was no normal dream though, at least any normal kind of dream that I had experienced previous to that point. It was so vivid and solid that it felt real and in no way distinguishable from the reality I woke up into. Even though, I got up and went to school, forgetting all about it by the end of the day. 

Two weeks later, I had the same vivid dream with the exact same scenario and as I recall, the same experience of shock and conversation with Dennis, with him again asking me to say sorry to my dad for him. 

Now, my dad was a no nonsense kind of guy. He was a little superstitious believing in evil eye curses and I remember him having a blue pendent in his car that he told me was to ward off ‘the evil eye’ but that was the extent of it. Talk to him about psychics or the supernatural and he’d usually call bullshit real quick. Hippies and spiritualists were not on his list of favourite people and any talk of such, was utter nonsense to him and this is actually significant to this story. 

Later in the evening after the second dream, the family was gathered at the dinner table, it would have been a Wednesday night, as each Wednesday we had a dedicated family dinner. That was the night that two of my sisters would have their fiancee’s around and it was a bit of an ongoing event in our household. I recall the table being packed with the seven of us, including my Mum, Dad and myself. 

Something in the table conversation triggered me to remember the dream. “I had a dream about Dennis last night,” I spoke up to my Dad. This caught my Dad’s attention. I told my dad that in the dream, Dennis had wanted me to pass on a message. 

Now keep in mind, at this point, I thought nothing other than the dream, being, just a random dream. My dad was in the process of scooping a large spoonful of his delicious chicken soup from his bowl and bringing it toward his mouth when I expressed to him the sentiment of the message. 

Immediately, his hand slowed, his head lowered and he went silent. I saw that the message had hit him and hit him hard. That’s when I first suspected, that this unusually vivid dream, wasn’t just a dream in the ordinary scheme of things. 

My dad would often crack a joke or make a sarcastic comment to make light of a situation and this was one of those times that I expected such to occur. However, just silence. His reaction spoke volumes to me. The table conversation moved on and continued as it had beforehand however, my Dad was noticeably effected.

‘Even if I could tell you, you wouldn’t understand’. 

What wouldn’t I understand? How can a dead person come to me while I am sleeping? These were questions that rang loud in my mind.

Anyway, as I recall, that was the first experience which had opened my mind to there being more than just what we see in front of us as we go about our day to day lives. It would be a few years until my next reality shattering experience which was a precognitive dream, again, extremely vivid and on waking, indistinguishable from waking reality. 

That next dream left me in total bewilderment, questioning as to how I could have see the future in such vivid detail, before it had happened. In that dream, I was with a girl and we were making out in my bedroom. Being a virgin at the time, I had no real idea what sex was like, how it felt, or anything to do with the experience for that matter. But in hindsight, this dream summed up the experience perfectly. So much so that I was excitedly recalling the dream to my friends later in the day.

About three months after that dream, I started dating this girl and one day we were at my house, making out, in my bedroom. 

Later, we had a shower together and I walked her to the train station. Back at home, I was somewhat elated. I remember walking out form my bedroom onto the upstairs landing area, thinking about the look she gave me in the shower when all of a sudden, that thought triggered a recollection of the dream I had months beforehand. 

‘That look, the girl in the dream gave me that look’. The rest of the dream came flooding back and its sequence of events was that which had just taken place. More so, the girl in that dream was the girl I was now dating who I had just dropped off at the train station. 

Now this one, this blew my mind. How could I have dreamed, in first person, the exact sequence of…let’s say, activities of that day, months before it took place? More so, how could this girl I was now dating, be in my dream when at the time of the dream, I hadn’t even met her?

Dennis coming to me in a dream to pass on a message to my dad was one thing, but actually seeing and experiencing the future, months before it had happened, now that breaks reality. It breaks linear time. It probably near broke my mind and began a life long fascination with the concept of the passage of time itself.

I’ve heard people say, such an experience is the mind playing tricks or experiencing a brief moment of confusion. But I had told my friends about the dream in detail on the day I awoke from the dream and as the dream felt vivid and real, in the same way the dream with Dennis had felt, it was significantly memorable. So, there was no questioning as to whether I had a precognitive dream. No tricks, no confusion, no nothing. It happened. 

Now since then, I’ve had countless precognitive dreams, to the point where they don’t really surprise me and seem pretty normal. I’m kind of disappointed really that they are not more frequent. Although back then, everything I had ever learnt about time, space and reality was completely thrown out the window and I was just left bewildered as I tried and failed to make sense of it all. 

I know of people who have had, or think they have had precognitive dreams, don’t understand them and put them to the back of their memory as doubtful anomalies. However, for me, this broke reality, it raised questions, I needed answers. There was no way I was going to go through  the rest of my life just ignoring it and accepting the status quo of conventional thought.

Curiosity may have killed some cats but I wasn’t a cat and besides, once you see it, you can’t un~see it. The more curiosity I projected into reality, the more I began to see that reality is not exactly as it seems. 

I’m not too sure of the order of the next couple of events which sealed the deal in regards to putting an end to any questions as to whether there is more to this reality than meets the eye, as they all happened within a year or two of each other. 

The most significant experience was that of my conscious awareness becoming one with everything across the entire universe and for a brief moment, understanding how everything functioned to create reality as we see it. 

From that experience I realised that nothing is unknown, nothing is left to chance and that everything which exists, exists free of mystery and in full knowledge. I also coined the phrase ‘expand into one’ from that experience and gained the understanding that everything is connected. Hence, expand into one. 

Meeting a girl who could make it rain and then make it stop, upon verbal command, was another experience which I had that fostered a curiosity toward the power and abilities of our conscious beings. As unbelievable as it still sounds to me, I saw her do it, several times. Thirty odd years on, we are still friends on facebook, she says that those abilities have long left her but they were abilities she found herself with at one point nevertheless. 

The final, and I say final for that period of my life as growing out of my teens and into my forties have brought countless reality shattering experiences, was a waking premonition. I was in a car with a friend when suddenly I wasn’t in the car with that friend. I was standing somewhere, everything around me was a blur except for where I was focused, looking down at my hands. 

In the palm of one hand I was holding two magnetic rocks and in my other hand, a piece of yellow paper. The experience was only for a brief moment, then I was back in the car. 

“Where the f.ck did I just go, I was somewhere else,” I expressed to Glenn who was driving. Well it turns out that I had gone to Glenns mum’s house 6 months into the future. Glenn’s mum was a spiritual healer by trade, so to speak, and lived in Goulburn. Although I didn’t know this at the time nor had I even met her. 

Six months after that experience in the car, I was minding Rosemary’s, that’s Glenn’s mum, house as she had move to England. She had left a large amount of her crystals behind and these two magnetic stones, which were in a box with a small yellow card which contained information about the origin of the stones. Holding them in my hand, I recalled the premonition which was now occurring in waking life. 

These five events I recount as the beginning of my path to spiritual awakening. I stayed curious, I continued to ask questions and for many of those questions, in one way or another, answers would find their way into my consciousness. 

From my point of view and based upon the sum total of all my experience, The definition of true spiritual awakening is when you realise the insignificance of this world and more so, you cease treating it as significant. For we attach ourselves to what we believe to be significant and that attachment, whether it be to an idea, a physical object, or a situation we find ourselves within, is what acts to limit our scope of conscious awareness as we focus into reality, which is the opposite of expanding our awareness.

These events were a few of many that ultimately led me to a spiritual awakening.

Stay curious, question reality, do not discount or put to the side, your own experiences which contradict the status quo understanding of reality or the limited experiences of others that may be around you. As beings, we are conditioned from birth and that conditioning blocks our conscious vision, yet understanding is never actually that far away, as it is inherent within the conscious flow of energy running through our souls.