The Ancient Temple of the Holy

Tonight at our dream group I felt myself standing in the middle of the oldest, holiest temple I can imagine. In the realm of the psyche, so charged with illuminated life and wisdom, where a soul meets its own self raw and unvarnished, our little group seemed to be standing in wonder, as if at the Parthenon. Here the gods and goddesses show themselves. Here they are not banished as they too often are from conscious life. Here the mortals and immortals meet and clash and demonstrate the intersections of patterns and energies that create our lives. I am, and was, in awe. In the holy of holies. The dream, where nightly we encounter the divine.

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