Atlantis (08/05/01)

This is another on-going dream I have. I live in a place that has beautiful Grecian type temples, art galleries and culture. Everything is lovely and in-tune, however, this always ends with the sea overtaking us. Some people survive but most drown. Other people I know have dreams similar to this one and hypothesize it was an Atlantis memory.

I think I was an artist. Over and over I see my gorgeous works of art displayed in galleries (one in particular is an octagon shaped building right on the water). Consciously I cannot fathom me producing this level of work (it's really quite stunning), but then suddenly a canvas will appear and within seconds, the most glorious painting is produced by my mind alone. I instinctively know and say, "art is created by the soul, not the hands." Whether I'm conscious of it or not, I am able to produce magnificence. However, this is not limited to a craft. We could produce this now if we would open ourselves up to it. We are creators at every level. It is our natural soul right.