I want to talk about something that’s deeply intimate, something that happens to each of us every single night, yet we so often dismiss it as meaningless noise. I’m talking about our dreams. For m...
I want to talk about something that’s deeply intimate, something that happens to each of us every single night, yet we so often dismiss it as meaningless noise. I’m talking about our dreams.
For most of my life, I, like many of you, probably thought of dreams as just the brain’s way of cleaning house, a random firing of synapses.
But my masters, Amma and Osho, and my own direct experience have shown me something strikingly different.
Dreams are not just mental garbage; they are sacred messages, whispers from your Higher Self, your innermost being. I remember a time, many years ago, when I was at a crossroads.