I still remember the feeling of waking up, that quiet morning, with the distinct impression of fresh, damp earth clinging to my senses. It wasn’t raining outside, but my dream had been awash in a gentle, persistent drizzle, a soft murmur against the windowpane of my subconscious. For years, I’d brushed off dreams as just the brain’s nightly tidying-up, a jumble of day-residue. But that morning was different. It left a residue of profound peace, a sense of being utterly cleansed and renewed. It was then I began to truly understand that sometimes, our sleeping minds receive messages far more profound than we give them credit for.
When the World Felt Parched, and I Needed a Sign
There was a stretch in my life, probably about ten years back, when everything felt utterly dry. My business wasn’t thriving, personal relationships felt strained, and my spiritual well was, frankly, bone-dry. I was praying, yes, but it felt like words bouncing off a concrete ceiling. I was desperate for a sign, a breakthrough, something dramatic that would yank me out of the spiritual and emotional desert I was navigating. I was looking for a thunderclap, a sudden, torrential downpour that would visibly drench everything and wash away my worries.
This was my
