The "Why" 3

I woke up from a dream yesterday morning. It was a message sent to me from the spiritual realm. 

I have been receiving such messages my whole life. The moment that truly made me believe they were from a spiritual realm - in fact, the moment that made me believe there was a reality entirely different from the one we currently inhabit - was when I had distinct birth dreams while pregnant with my two children. In those dreams, I received all the information I needed to understand my children's genders, their personalities, their purposes for coming to this earth, and the immense power they carry. 

If I suddenly wake up and vividly remember the images or stories that came to mind, I know they are true messages, rather than the blurry murmurs generated by my own physical brain. Since those birth dreams more than a decade ago, I have received only a handful of these messages - they are not frequent at all, appearing perhaps once every few years. This is because I have never actively practiced opening my channel to receive them. For the most part, they come only in times of need, either for myself or for the beings that sent them. 

Yesterday's dream reminded me to feel anger. Since waking, I have been thinking deeply about the purpose of this message. I finally realized that as I approach and open the door to spirituality - after staring at it and knowing it was there my entire life - the very first step must be to address the deep trauma I have carried since childhood. 

The love for animals flows like water inside my body, constantly. I feel it in every single cell; I feel an uncontainable warmth in my heart. But in post-1949 China - after the Great Leap Forward and the Great Famine that killed 40 million people, after the Cultural Revolution that claimed another 2 million lives, and after endless purges, cleansing, and the sudden uprooting of our ancient culture and way of living - human lives were rendered worthless, subjected to constant slaughter. If human life was treated with such disregard, what kind of life could animals possibly have? In the aftermath of endless killing and cultural destruction, what kind of warmth could a physically and mentally starved population generate for their animal friends? 

I grew up witnessing animal cruelty, one case after another. Yet, our generation is considered the lucky one. Before us, people only experienced the killing and slaughter of their own family, friends, neighbors, teachers, and classmates, one tragedy after another. 

When it came to animals, all I can remember from my youth are my tears and continuous begging. I begged them not to kill the creatures I had raised and loved - begging that not a single soul paid any attention to. Because of this, I closed myself off for decades. I was unable to let myself be close to any animals, at least not with my heart. It went on for so long that I even began to believe I was simply built that way.

Then yesterday at lunch, the kids and I went to a Chinese-owned sushi restaurant. On the TV, they were playing a Chinese soap opera filled with supernatural powers, flying goddesses, fairies, kung fu masters, and heavenly battles between good and evil. 

Suddenly, it clicked in my mind: China's ancient culture has always been centered around spirits, supernatural existence, realities beyond the physical world, meditation, and enlightenment! Even after such ruthless, systemic uprooting, we all still experienced a piece of it growing up through folk myths and spiritual stories. The thousands-year-old practices of Qigong and Tai Chi, along with our indigenous way of living and belief system, Taoism, are all telling the exact same story. They teach us about tapping into our own bodies, opening up all our senses, understanding the functions of energy, vibration, and frequency, meditating, and ultimately obtaining enlightenment. Looking at it this way, it is no wonder Buddhism flourished so deeply among the common people of China!

Yes, in order to move smoothly forward with telepathic interspecies or intraspecies communication, maybe it's time to revisit some childhood trauma of mine. The goal? To finally turn the page and be entirely healed. I think the message is just a reminder for the checklist. As I was smiling, watching my kids enjoy the Chinese human-spirits doing their thing - blowing sparkling magical clouds from the palms of their hands and flying around - I know I can move on to the next chapter now.