The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens to that primeval cosmic night that was soul long before there was ego and will be soul far beyond what a conscious ego could ever reach.

Carl Jung, in The Meaning of Psychology for Modern Man

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We stand between silence and silence.  Dreams close the distance.  Yes, awake each day we live between the silence.

Dreams are “the deepest most intimate sanctum of the soul.”  They present all that comes before our human form.  In dreams we meet God and our true self.

“You formed me in my inmost being; you knit me in my mother’s womb.”

Thus, says King David in Psalm 139.

We have all had the dream with contents so real, incidents the same.  Dreams in which a wife, or parent, or significant person appears or looms much as they were – yet, in the dream a truth in and about them and us is conveyed.  We see this important one was distant, not so much friend as agent of their own needs, with demands posted and the distance they maintained even when demands were met.

Yes, in dreams we feel what is hard truth, what was missing.  Dreams show what was real and our most troublesome unease.  In dreams truth is established along with a hurtful tally.  In dreams, we feel our divine value, no matter the tally complied with others.  In dreams distance is explained and we are revealed in value – full and untainted.

In dreams: our deepest most intimate sanctum.

In dreams we see how others fail us and how it does not matter for our soul is in tact and we hold a divine worth that no one may displace, dismiss or deny.

Dreams close the divine silence that lies before mortal life and awaits us after mortal life.

Whole before, whole after.  Soul unblemished – before, in life, and thereafter. Only in dreams do we know this Ultimate Reality.  In dreams we are closest to God – who stands in His Eternal Truth – Author of each intentional and unique soul in each of us.

Dreams are a sacred silence.

When we have really met the world in silence, words do not separate us form the world nor from other men, nor from God, nor from ourselves because we no longer trust entirely in language to contain reality.

Thomas Merton, in Thoughts in Solitude

See the limits of consciousness and mortal life, or miss what is perfect, good and eternal. None live well when God and soul are denied.


Today we commemorate the 100th Anniversary of the 1916 Easter Uprising that led to the formation of the nation of Ireland.