Stick around and I'll tell you a true story...

... About angels and dreams 
and the power of synchronicity.

It was Summer of 1997 when I decided to head off to Israel. I was a bit nervous to say the least, after all I had never been in this never ending unstable region, and only knew this one acquaintance who I felt I couldn't really trust would help me out in any way if I needed some help. To top it all off I had made no hotel reservations, equipped simply with a traveler's guide and the hope of finding a good little hostal where I could lay my head for a few days before joining the group of archeology students I had signed up to join.

A day before my flight I went to bed worried. What had come over me? I thought. Quitting my job, and heading off to Jerusalem for three months. Certainly not midlife crisis, I was only twenty-eight at the time. My only comfort was that once I joined the archeology group a few days after my arrival, there I would stay at a Kibbutz, and be provided for. But until then, I was on my own.

While I had traveled a great deal before, from Australia through Europe, to Mexico; never for this long or on my own. I usually traveled with friends and always had people I knew in the countries I visited. This time I didn't, well other than that one guy. I did contact him eventually, he said he would meet me at the airport but I had doubts he would, I just couldn't rely on him. When I finally fell asleep that night before my flight, butterflies in my stomach, I had the most vivid and startling dream. One of those dreams you remember for years, forever. It was so vivid and so real, I was convinced it wasn't a dream at all but a real communication from beyond.

to be continued...

Monday June 21, 2010

I often dream, in fact I have the habit of writing down my dreams early morning as soon as I wake up. Dreams can be very powerful, they can give you answers, advise you and warn you as well. In this case, my dream came to reassure my fears and anxieties about my traveling plans. So I went to sleep, it was probably midnight. Tossing and turning, nervous and anxious, and excited all at once. My room was bright from the full moon beaming thru my shear curtains, the aroma of sandalwood still lingered from the incense I had lit earlier that evening. My stomach was empty and growling but I did not feel like eating, I slowly dozed off in a deep, well needed sleep. I could feel the softness of my pillow under my head, and my body sinking into the mattress, I felt heavier and heavier, until - blank.

Suddenly I heard a gentle voice, a male voice whispering in my ear. "Jacobs Ladder, read it." I simply heard it and visually saw nothing but darkness, no images captured my attention. I slept. A second time, the same male voice spoke in my ear "Jacob's Ladder, read it". This time the sound of his voice, who ever he was, was a bit louder. I became very aware of this voice and the gentle but firm tone with which he spoke. I slept. A third and final time, the voice much louder and with almost a sense of annoyance for being ignored the first two times, spoke in my ear again, or should I say shouted "Jacob's Ladder, Read It!". This time I awoke, startled, I looked around to see who was there, but there was no one. My room was calm a serene and now not so lit as the moon changed its position. It was dark and I sat up and repeated the words I had just heard. "Jacobs Ladder?" I wondered, what did this mean? I had never read about Jacob's Ladder, so what was I suppose to read?

After sitting there and trying to make sense of this strange but clearly loud voice that spoke in my dream, I figured the only place I can read about jacob and the ladder was the Bible. I got out of bed and started searching in my drawers for that old soldier's bible my father had once given me. I turned on my bedside lamp and eventually located the little black book. It was falling apart, it's yellow tinted pages coming out and some old photographs of my grandmother were also found in between them. I glanced at her picture for a moment, remembering her. The clock showed 3am, the house so quiet, I begun searching the old testament for Jacob's story. Thankfully the way the bible was set up, there were clear titles on the top margin and I was able to locate Jacob's chapter easily. I was sitting on the floor, my back against my bed, with the lamp barely lighting up the tiny typeface on the pages; I finally spotted a verse titled "Jacob's ladder" and begun to read.

To be continued....

Monday June 28, 2010

"Genesis 28 verse 10: ...and Jacob went out from Beersheba and unto Haran. And he lighted upon a certain place, and tarried there all night, because the sun was set; and he took of the stones of that place, and put them for his pillows, and lay down in that place to sleep. And he dreamed, and behold a ladder set up on the earth, and the top of it reached to heaven: and behold the angels of God ascending and descending on it. And behold, the Lord stood above it, and said, I am the Lord God of Abraham thy father......... And, behold I am with thee, and will keep thee in all places where you goest, and will bring thee again unto this land, for I will not leave thee, until I have done that which I have spoken to thee of. And Jacob awaked out of his sleep..."

For some strange reason, I felt a sudden comforting feeling, I simply knew in my heart and soul, that there was no need to be anxious or scared. I was not alone. And the following days, weeks and months proved exactly that. Every turn I took, every decision I made, every person I met, felt was there to help me, guide me or protect me. I clearly remember the sound of an explosion that took place in the Ben Yehuda market one day - which I had the fortune of escaping by a few minutes.

To be continued....

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