The Universal Laws of Awakening

Many years ago, I woke up one night very suddenly—heart pounding out of my chest as I sat straight up in bed—after a profound dream. Disoriented, I fumbled for focus. Even then, all I could do was grab at the dream I’d just had, which began the journey back to my True Self.

I dreamed I was in a box. My box was a mystical one, and somehow, I knew I’d been poured into the box by The Great Author of All That Is to keep me safe, comfortable, and happy. He had already written my story and supplied everything I needed and desired. My box had warmth and light and was created for me to experience love—and to give love. That is all. This box would expand until I had everything I enjoyed: adventure and awe, risk and reward, loyalty and passion, and most of all, love. It contained every craft and tool I would ever need. My life was the center of the Universe in this beautiful box. It was my personal vignette of heaven.

This was home—and it had windows that stretched from the floor to the sky, where the world’s resplendent vistas surrounded me. When darkness came, I could see countless bright lights glittering like stars in the night sky. Somehow, I inherently knew they were other boxes, just like mine, experiencing what The Great Author had written for them. They looked fun and enticing, and it was hard to keep my eyes off them.

Every once in a while, I would open the windows of my box and let little pieces of my life experience float out, where they would attach themselves to other sparkling boxes, fly away, and eventually be forgotten. Other times, I would take the things somebody else released into the sky and hoard them for their beauty—things that looked like fine clothes, mansions, and exotic places. I coveted these bits and pieces from other boxes and tried to make them mine, thinking that I could, even though they had not been written for me.

After some time, my box was depleted of almost everything that originally came from The Great Author of All That Is. I had given it all away. My box had but a fraction of its original unique beauty, empty of the joy meant for me. Now, it was filled with other people’s stuff. I had given away most of my own treasures. I realized the robust, rich density in my box had turned to vapor, and I could not find the essence of myself anymore.

All that was left of me was the shell of my box, and I felt alone. Everything that was meant for me and brought me joy had disappeared.

As I searched, I discovered that deep in the bowels of depression is the desperation to feel joy again. I took my grievances to The Great Author of All That Is, blamed Him for my misfortune, and asked Him to rewrite my story. This was His reply:

“My sweet, dear child. Your story cannot be changed, for it is already written with many possibilities. Try as you might to raise your fist and stomp your feet in demand, the way to fill your box to its original glory is your journey to take. You have responsibility and agency written and encoded within you that never change. It is the foundation of who you are. It does not live in the lives of others. So, pay attention.

“Your agency is expressed as free will and gives you degrees of freedom to stray from the story written for you. Your responsibility is to remember the truth of who you are and return to your own storyline. The further you stray, the longer the journey. Yet the truth does not change. It may take you a thousand lifetimes to learn the way, but I am The Great Author of All That Is, and you must follow this Universal wisdom to get back on your path.

“What you let in through the windows will never be of any real consequence to your story. Those things are just what they look like: items and instances of temporary happiness though infinite experience. But never get too attached to them because they are not yours. You are meant to catch and release. They are beautiful for you to gaze upon and appreciate, but only what is meant for you is for you. I promise, my love, your pieces will come back to you when you ask for them, because I always supply your needs. There is but one admonition: your pieces and blessings will only come to you through the lid of the box, as it was in the beginning, never through the windows.”

And so, I called back all the pieces of me I had unwittingly given to others. I learned the windows are on the horizontal plane and therefore limit my full potential. When I focus on what is outside of my box, I forget the truth of what lies inside and lose my way. I learned my thoughts must first focus squarely on what is within to anchor me. I learned personal fulfillment is of the vertical plane and must be poured through the top of the box, as it was in the beginning. Only here exists the truth, wisdom, and abundance. The resources of The Great Author of All That Is can never be depleted.

I discovered my inner thoughts reveal my purpose to create my experiences in the outer world. And so, I continued to turn my vision upward and call my light back into myself, until I was once again strong, dense, and robust, filled with love and light. Soon my box grew so spectacularly that it merged with other boxes, until my joy was limitless. Like a cup of water poured into the ocean, my power increased as I shared the vast brilliance of the Universe. I learned what is in the whole is in the one and what is in the one is in the whole.

Suddenly, I was strong and loved and secure again. It is our purpose to live harmoniously and more abundantly, as written by The Great Author of All That Is.

And so, it is.