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| 'Tangled Branches'- Kely Luzio-Cardona |
Throughout the years, as most people, I’ve had my share of
colorful dreams; in particular one that has occurred since I was a little
girl. It is an incomprehensible dream,
one that focuses more on sounds and feelings rather than the visual aspect of
what happens in it. The emotions tied to
this recurring dream have left me drained, confused and really unsettled. In my waking hours, I’ve tried to analyze
exactly what the dream means or better yet, what message it tries to send
me. The fact that it doesn’t have a
cohesive visual—not even a comprehensible series of flashes to shed light on
what it is about— makes it much harder to decipher.
After several years absent, the dream recurred about two months
ago. As in the past, I woke up feeling
upset and anxious, unable to figure out what message it sent. I asked myself
“Why now after being gone for so long?” and “What does it say about my
childhood, the person I am now, the things I’ve endured?”
I let these thoughts settle for a few days and that’s
when I finally realized that the mystery associated with dreams might not
always be so bad. Sometimes we spend an
immeasurable amount of time hoping to decipher the darkest, deepest crooks of
our minds, but what if they’re meant to remain that way? What if some dreams are prophetic and
insightful while others are simply a way to flush out the negativity associated
with the events taking place in our lives?
Indeed, I believe that each dream does have a purpose, even if it’s
simply to let something go. I now
realize that this dream, which touches on someone very close in my life with
whom I’ve had a very shaky relationship, is meant to send me this message: Heal.
Heal and let go.
It is as easy as that….yet as equally complicated. I keep trying to uproot the twisted branches
that wind around the need to find a resolution; still the message is much more
subtle than that and possibly more powerful.
I’ve noticed that over the years, as I've matured and entered different
stages of my life, the dream has also given me a different outlook. What once disconcerted me the most has shown
me a way to forgive; the uneasy feeling that accompanied the dream asked me to
be kinder, to myself and to the person I’ve come to associate it with. Again, the subtle voice that once beckoned me
to find a meaning to the dream, now asks me to heal, to allow myself the
courage and permission to let go. And
that’s it. It took thirty-one years and waking
up with knots in my stomach to finally face the truth. It wasn’t a prophetic message, a sign to find
closure in a bizarre relationship, or something that urged me to find peace
anywhere. It urged me to find peace in my own heart.
I haven’t had the dream for a couple of months now. Perhaps its purpose has been served, the
observant spirit whisper having succeeded in delivering its message. Or maybe it’ll
return, enlightening me with more subtle messages until my soul realizes what
it needs to truly heal.
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