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I made it a little deeper into the field today.  

It's an enormous field covered in majikal light emitting flowers.  The flowers are about 5 to 7 feet tall with large pedals and progress through the field is quiet slow.  The flowers require attention from you, or they will not let you pass.  It takes time.  You have to tend to them, feed them, give them love.  But, it's worth it.  When you see them shine with such radiant beauty, it's worth it!  And so, you surrender to the incremental forward progress, tending the flowers as you go and watching them shine.

At one point, as I was caring for several of the flowers, I heard something.  It sounded like singing.  I got very still, cocked my head up and to the right and sure enough, I heard singing.  I quietly turned around to face the direction it was coming from and listened more intently.  I started to make out some words.  "...Gu ... ... ... o ra  ta ... ra ta ..in see", was the best I could make out at first. 

The tune seemed familiar.  I strained, leaning forward, to get a better listen and as I did the flowers began to part like the red sea. 

Well, the flowers are red, scarlet, maroon, lavender, a smattering of gold and speckles of white, and their parting had that feel to it like the opening to a promised land.  

So. I started to step into the parted flowers and the words instantly became clearer and the tune more distinct.  All of a sudden, it hit me.  "I know that song!"  And, without another thought, I was singing, "...Good Ole Rocky Top, Rocky Top Tennessee.  Rocky Top Tennessee..."  And there I was right in the middle of this group of musicians, guitar in my hands, singing and playing and having a good ole time.  One moment I'm stepping through the opening in the flowers and the next, there I am in the middle of it all, creating music. 

My mind didn't even spend a mili-second looking for an explanation.  I knew exactly what it was.  Majik!  DreamMajik to be exact!

He had told me about this.  The spirit guide who had lead me into the majikal dream forest of Renn had not only told me, he showed me.  But then he disappeared!  Or, so it seemed.  I often felt like he was there but I couldn't see him or talk to him and I certainly was not aware of him teaching me anything, as he had promised. 

But, as I stood there in the middle of this group of musicians, playing music and singing, I realized he had been there all along and, he had taught me. 

This was it!  I was performing DreamMajik!  A huge smile spread across my face as we closed the song, "...Ro-cky   Top  Tenn- e -- sseeeeeeeeee."

It was dark when we finally finished singing and playing.  I headed off into the field, the flowers lighting my path and bowing gracefully as I passed.  "Wow, what a glorious place this field of dreaming is", I thought.

Suddenly, there in front of me, standing right in the middle of the path, wearing a black robe-like garment with white trim and a funny looking hat on his head, also black with white trim. was a bearded man, smiling.  His smile widened into a grin.  He opened his mouth and without another movement words began to flow like a stream right out of it.  I didn't hear a single sound but I knew exactly what they were.  I felt them flowing through me and I knew them.  

Out beyond ideas or wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field.  I will meet you there. 

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about. 
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn't make any sense

Jelaluddin Rumi closed his mouth, and sat down.  Instantly, all around us was grass.  He held out his hand in a gesture of invitation.  I sat down on the luscious grass there beside him.  Then, we laid back in unison, cast our gaze into the starry sky and dreamed majik.

Wow here I am, rounding the bend leading into the field of dreams I set my sights on 13 years ago.  It has been a long arduous journey, filled with many setbacks, doubts, fears and failures.  But there it is, that glorious field, the majikal flowers I had dreamed of, blooming before my very eyes. 

As I enter the field and bask in the beauty of it all I realize that my journey has really only just begun, that this field is only the entrance to my dream world.  And in actuality, I am seeing, not just with my physical eyes but, with my dream eyes wide open.  I am seeing that which has not yet come into my field of view as clearly as though it were right in front of me, not the details, mind you, but the big picture.  And, although uncertainties, fears and doubts are still present within me, I press forward on this spectacular journey with full confidence that where I am headed is into the heart of my majikal dream world, where all that I envision blooms and grows with splendid magnificence. 

As I press forward, soaking in the radiant beauty of those light emitting majikal flowers in the field around me, it occurs to me that I have entered into that place where dream and reality are one and the same.  Words begin to echo in the memory canyons of my mind, "dreamer wake up and face reality!"  And for the first time in my life this dreamer is fully awake, awake in my dream and standing face to face with reality.  And, it is my dream!

So, the journey continues.  I am most certainly headed right straight into the shining light of my dream reality.  What grand adventures await me in that mystical forest beaming with light I do not yet know.  But as I think about it, my pace quickens, my dream eyes open even wider, and my heart is filled with gratitude and joy for being so fortunate to enter this majikal place and experience whatever grand adventures await me there.