Jan 09, 2009 15:21
Dream of the Crossroads
by Christine McQuiston 2007
Someone in the dream said, "You're at the crossroads," as if answering a question. It startled me, because as I looked around I realized it was nothing like I had ever imagined this archetypal "place." In my mind, "The Crossroads" has always conjured an image of some flat, dry, dusty abandoned place, one simple intersection of two roads, a choice to make alone. No turning back. But in my dream, there were countless roads converging on this place, each the road of many travelers who were arriving constantly, each in their own time, from the road that had called. At the center was a great celebratory gathering, nothing but love among these strangers, all celebrating their arrival here. So great was this energy that emitting from the center was a bright white-golden light, and all who entered into it became pure energy. People walking out of the center were transformed in some imperceptible way, and were meeting and hugging each other, and having lively conversations. In pairs, or clusters, or alone they walked off, choosing one of the many roads. I had come to the crossroads and I was not alone! I felt the most ecstatic relief! As I ascended out of my dreaming state, trying to hold on to this image in my waking mind, I heard the Great Mother laughing gently at my surprise - " You didn't really think I'd leave you stranded did you?"