Sometimes, in the quiet hours between dreaming and waking, I enter a space that feels more real than anything else.
It’s not a dream, and not a vision with a story. It’s a living field of intricate, flowing patterns —woven and shifting, infinite and detailed beyond anything I could ever draw.
From this field, images emerge. Each one seems born directly from whatever feeling I carry in that exact moment — as if image is just a projection of emotion.
The images don’t tell a story. They simply are — rising, dissolving, giving way to new ones, three, four, sometimes five passing through before the connection begins to thin.
During these moments, there’s a feeling of pure connectedness — a sense that I am experiencing reality before it gets shaped into thoughts, words, and separate things. A deeper reality, raw and vivid and alive.
I’ve noticed that the less I react, the more I simply witness without grasping, the longer the patterns stay. But even then, they are delicate — never something to catch or hold, only to be touched lightly with awareness.
I don’t know why these glimpses come, or what they ultimately mean. I only know that when I’m inside them, I feel awake, at home — watching reality being formed, one breath, one feeling, one image at a time.
And tonight, I simply wanted to leave a small candle burning here — in case you, too, have touched the unseen patterns behind life, and wondered if they were real.
They are.
And you are not alone.
If You’d Like to Welcome These Experiences Yourself
If you ever find yourself touching a similar space, or simply wish to open to it more fully, here is a small offering.
Before falling asleep, to invite a connection:
“I am ready to see what is real, with soft eyes and an open heart.”
If waking into the patterns:
“I’m here.”
There’s no need to force anything.
Just resting in openness is enough.
The patterns of life have a way of finding those who are willing to see them.
