Dream a Good Dream

We dream of snow and snow comes. What falls from the Mind falls from that inner climate. How powerful are you little ape-kind, you who dangle your hairy flesh beneath an immeasurable wonder assuming that the seen happens without that unseen greatness of Mind making it so? Look there swims a duck in a pond! Yet before that Mind imagined you, you would not now be able to image bird, water, or land. Do you see the power you spring from? Every time we have dreamt a thing (be we awake or sleep), a collective reality of that world rushes in to be that thing. in time it becomes set in a stone calendar the world has wagged its tail in answer. Be careful little ape-kind, be careful of that power you so heedlessly now use.