Leaving the Garden - Chapter 3 - Part 1

Oh the memory of this great vision. Even now many years later as I sit and reread my original writings of this dream my heart is filled with joy. I saw so much of the garden that day and each and every plant, rock, building, or artifact is still firmly etched into the essence of my soul. My tour left me excited and thankful that I had returned to this, my most sacred space. At the same time I was also left feeling very remorseful for having neglected this space and letting it fall into such poor repair. I longed to restore the Garden of My Heart to a yet unfulfilled glory that I knew was possible.

I do not remember the journey back from the Garden that day I just remember suddenly being acutely aware that I was back inside my body still sitting in that warm Jacuzzi at the health club. As I returned to realization of my surroundings I felt like I had been away from my body in this spiritual state for days, but it had only been about an hour. I find even as I write this that my heart continues to remember exactly step for step sequences from this vision of my Garden. I know where each plant is and what it represents. I know all the paths and intricate details of all the surroundings. It amazes me that one short vision could remain in my conscience so long and with such vivid detail. I dressed and left the gym savoring the experience in my heart. As I drove home I was left in awe of what had just happened to me. I knew that I was loved and that God was very aware of me. That is something all humanity needs to feel more regularly, God’s unconditional and total LOVE.

Everyday that week it was as if the dream consumed my every thought. I would reflect on the dream and it seemed the more I thought about it the clearer I was about what everything stood for and what everything meant. The vision had so many important messages for me and answered so many questions. Each of the plants represented a person, place or experienced that I had treasured. Everything in that garden held symbolism of cherished blessings and loved ones. The Garden was my soul. The state of the garden represented the state I had let my soul fall into. By masking myself and who I really was I had symbolically closed up the garden, locked the gates and thrown away the key, thus leaving behind an exquisite creation that had taken me most likely many lifetimes to create and plan. Every time I thought about the garden I became more resolute not to ever leave my sacred space for so long, and to never take for granted the beauty that truly was me. The Garden Vision that day left me changed forever for the good.