I dreamed of a dog who could channel as he slept.
In dreams, he would access Jung’s Collective Unconscious, the Akashic Records, the true Library of Alexandria… Whatever you want to call it, there exists an infinite repository of information: everything that was known or will be known, in all of the known Universe, all to be found in one place. However that can possibly be, it is; and somehow, this dog could tap into it.
Every night, every nap, he would dream from the moment he put his head down, to the moment that he opened his eyes again. He heard and saw everything, as he lay there on his rug. All that there was to know spontaneously passed through his mind: the wisdom of ages, secrets and mysteries, truths and temptations to fall. All that there was and all that could have been, all the possibilities of present and future, glories, tragedies, and the spectrums of opinion dividing two ideals… nothing was withheld, and he remembered it all.
But he was just a dog, with no idea how to communicate any of this to anyone.
His people continued to take care of him, out of compassion for a lazy, stupid animal that slept most of the time, but wasn’t hurting anything. They never once suspected, that this wondrous dog was in fact a channeler and transmitter of Life and Light, beaming the wisdom of the Universe out of himself as he slept on the rug by the fireplace, right in their own home.
As for the dog: even with the supreme knowledge of the cosmos dancing behind his eyes, the only thing he could relate any of it to was his own experience of being a dog.
The dreams had been happening since before he could open his eyes as a pup, so he did not think they were anything special. It never occurred to him that the wisdom of the ages might not be running through other people’s heads – or if it did, they had learned to dismiss it. With the security of being able to sleep as much as he wanted, his food and water bowls always full, and a dog door for when he needed to go out, there was no need to test any of this miraculous knowledge against the hard-edged rules of reality. They were very interesting dreams, which was why he slept so much, but that was all the use that he could see in them.
So, after wolfing down his breakfast (every meal he ate was breakfast) and lapping a little water from his bowl, the dog lay back down on his rug to dream some more… never once suspecting that there was anything extraordinary about him.
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