23/05/2025
Every dream is a message wrapped in mystery.
To misread a dream is to walk into a beautiful room… blindfolded. You might see your mother striking you in a dream—not because she is angry, not because she hates you—but because the dream is speaking in symbols, not facts.
In dreams, a mother does not always mean your mother. She could be the voice of protection, of discipline, of nurturing or divine feminine energy. She could be an aspect of yourself, or even the universe trying to correct your path with a mother’s firm love.
Likewise, when you see a child, it may not be a little person at all.
It could be your business, your passion project, or your life’s deepest desires—still growing, still vulnerable, still needing care.
A child in a dream can be your destiny in diapers. A hope in infancy. A dream learning to crawl.
But dreams are not given to everyone the same way. Some souls carry the gift of vision, and to them, sleep becomes a sacred doorway.
There are those who close their eyes and see nothing but darkness.
Others catch glimpses—flickers from time to time—but the vision fades like smoke in morning light.
But for those with the gift? Sleep is not sleep.
It is a summons.
The moment I close my eyes, I see.
And that, dear soul, is how you know the gift is yours.
As you journey deeper, you learn to leave the body behind. You come to know the difference between a dream shaped by the mind… and an experience lived in the astral realm.
For every time you sleep, your spirit rises—lifting just above your body, open like a satellite dish, catching signals from the spiritual world.
And have you ever woken up too fast? That feeling of falling from somewhere high above? That’s no illusion.
You were up there—drifting, observing, wandering through realms unseen.
And when you woke suddenly, you dropped. Like a soul skydiving back into its flesh.
That sensation of falling without a ground—that’s your spirit racing back into your body, realigning like a key into its lock.
And just like that, you open your eyes.
Awakened to another day, yet not the same.
Written by Knight Fredel ©️ 2025
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