“If the physical world won’t give you all you desire, then by all means take it in your dream world through dream yoga.” Continue reading “An addictive power found in dream yoga”
It is fascinating to find that many do not have a colorful imagination. It is even more interesting to find that there are people who do not even have imaginations at all. When they read a book, they only engage the eyes and the words, no imagery light flashes in the brain. Though they may dream, when they enter the dream world but the images that appear are not so vivid and colorful. Continue reading “Lucid dreaming; The secret art of coloring your dream life.”
Why do I have to remember my dreams? This question has been asked by many curious people who are interested in the metaphysical. Many of them seek interpretations to their dreams from various sources, but this is wrong. While there are few people gifted in interpreting dreams, the truth remains that the best interpreter of dreams you can ever find lies buried deep within you. You only need to find a way to awaken the Joseph in you. If dreams appear to people in different ways, it means that to everyone there is a unique way of dreaming and the interpretation may vary. Continue reading “Why Do We Dream; Unveiling The Veil In Dreams”
There are many who can take the pain to count the stars, but there are very few who try to listen to the silent whispers from the universe, because they are too busy with their daily lives that they forget to listen. When man is engrossed with thoughts about life, his mental plane become preoccupied with unrefined thoughts. Thereby blocking any possibility of an external influence penetrating the man and giving him a fresh wave of inspiration. Such a man when he has retired at night, will replicate his waking busy life in his dream. Continue reading ““Silent whispers from the universe””
My weary eyes to bed I sleep.
So much void and darkness I feared the worse.
Suddenly creeping into my sleepy head,
My thoughts, my contemplation while awake.
Dancing and calling out to me,
Pulling me from one scene to the other.
My dreams, my dreams what stories are you telling this time.
An illusion or reality I fear I may never know.
Sometimes I am conscious, other times I am not.
But when I awake and remember,
That my thoughts invaded my privacy, I am convinced I invited them.
Dear dreamer, what stories are you telling this time,
About another you saw in your dreams.
Hush now, for you tell your own story,
For a man is known always by his dreams.
© Sebastian Enukorah..