And then about five years ago, I had a strange and powerful dream. I knew this one was a dream even as it was occurring; it didn’t have that "half-awake-half-asleep" feel about it that the tree experience had. In the dream I was standing in a large and magnificently appointed room, like a room in a palace – I’m not sure where it was, but it had an oddly familiar feel to it. I don’t remember ever having been in any room like this in real life, but since our dreams are often composed of random images, it could have been something I’d seen in a book or movie at some point in my life. That's what the rational part of me says, anyway.
There was, however, nothing random about the imagery of the beings who materialized before me; I had seen them before. And they didn’t just pop up suddenly; I had the feeling they had been there in the room with me all along, patiently waiting for me to become aware of them.
Ice-blue eyes
They were a small group of five or maybe seven; to tell the truth I was too captivated by their appearance to do something so mundane as count them. I remember saying to myself within the dream, These are the people who used to visit me at night! They seemed to be the very ones I had sometimes "seen" floating at the foot of my bed when I was small. Only now, in this radiant room, I had a much clearer view of them. And this time they seemed to be standing, not floating. They were really quite beautiful: generally human in appearance, but unusually tall and slender, with smooth alabaster skin and reddish-gold hair. Their hands were slender and graceful looking, with long fingers.
Most notable, however, were their eyes, which I saw clearly for the first time. I will never forget them; they were such a striking pale blue. Ice blue, I remember thinking to myself within the dream.
Those ice-blue eyes stared at me and right through me, and even though the beings were not smiling, they were far from hostile. More than anything, they seemed incredibly patient. I suddenly realized I was communicating with them, and they with me, without speaking.
Who are you? I "asked" them.
We are angels, they "answered," and they added, Now is the time to ask us your questions.
Angels? How could that be? Where were their wings? They communicated that they didn’t have wings, and they seemed to be chastising me a little for wasting my time with unimportant questions.
I remember feeling overwhelmed then, for I had so many questions that I scarcely knew where to begin. I should have had more time to prepare for this! I was tongue-tied, or perhaps more accurately, "mind-tied." And yet it seemed that on one level we were having a genuine exchange of sorts; I was "asking," and they were "answering." I couldn’t begin to tell you what all we "talked" about, though. I just remember that I felt so amazed and blessed to be in their presence. But there was one message that I do clearly recall, and when I thought about it later on, it blew me away.
Just before the dream faded the angels "said" to me, The tree is real.
Now, that is the kind of dream that makes you want to write it down so you’ll remember all of the details, and that’s exactly what I did upon awakening. Again and again I replayed it in my mind, wondering why the only thing that I distinctly remembered the angels "saying" was, The tree is real. At first I was puzzled by this rather cryptic message, feeling almost the way Steve Martin's character does in the 1991 movie LA Story. Towards the end of the movie, he and Victoria Tennant are looking up at a magical billboard that has been flashing messages to them throughout the film, and when they finally unscramble what is supposed to be the most important message of all, it turns out to be a few nonsense lyrics from an old pop song. Steve is astounded. "That's it?!" he says. "THAT'S the wisdom of the ages?"
However, since he has finally found love and happiness, Steve "forgives" the billboard for messing up. But in truth it didn't mess up at all, for the message it flashed did in fact have significance for his lady love. And you could tell by the expression on her face that she was amazed at the billboard's "wisdom."
Well, after thinking about it a while, it came to me that the angels' message to me in my dream was as significant to me as that billboard message had been to the lady in LA Story. I decided that if my angel dream truly had some meaning for my life and wasn’t just some random brain activity (and I’m always open to the latter possibility, though I much prefer the former), my best conclusion was that the tree to which the angels were referring was the magical oak tree from many years back.
I can't believe it took me so long to figure that one out.
I very much wanted to have another dream of those angels – perhaps a more lucid one in which I could actually remember what, if anything, they were telling me during our "conversation." For many nights after that I went to sleep concentrating on them, but they didn’t return. I went on about my life and eventually forgot about trying to have the dream again. But two things stayed with me and wouldn't leave: the memory of the angels’ ice-blue eyes; and the message they had conveyed just before the dream faded: The tree is real.
Then one night about a year and half after my angel dream, I had, much to my surprise and delight, another very similar dream: same room, same angels, same wordless method of communication. It felt as if something profound was passing between us, although once again I can’t really tell you what we "talked" about. This time around I didn’t clearly remember any words that were said, at least not in the dream. I awoke, however, to what sounded like whispering, much like the whispering I had heard during my tree experience many years before. This time I heard two words, over and over: Absolute abundance. Absolute abundance. Absolute abundance.
Since I was going through some very trying financial challenges at the time, I wasn’t seeing much evidence of "abundance," to say nothing of "absolute abundance." But I felt oddly comforted and energized by the dream and by those words, wherever they came from.
The next step...
Later that very same week a friend told me about an upcoming movie called The Secret. It sounded interesting, and I was probably one of the first people to watch it when it became available. Although a part of me was a little skeptical, even after I watched it, I also felt a strange excitement, and a surge of hope more powerful than I had experienced in a long time. Despite the film’s shortcomings, it touched me on a level I had rarely been touched before. I couldn’t quite explain it, but its message seemed to fit in perfectly with my dreams about the angels with ice-blue eyes, as well as my long-ago experience with that strange and magical tree.
Well, to keep a long story from being even longer, I began reading and studying the other works of the teachers in The Secret. I expanded my horizons quite a bit over the next couple of years. (And imagine my amazement when I learned about the Hawaiian healing system, Ho’oponopono, and discovered the incredible magic of the words "ice blue!")
As I studied and learned more and more, I was able to open myself up to more opportunities, and my financial challenges as well as other problems have continued to improve dramatically. My life has been a steady unfoldment of magic and miracles. I still have a ways to go, but the point is that I am on my way.
More than once in the past year and a half or so, I have awakened to the sound of that same whispery voice that says, Absolute abundance. I finally got the message that maybe I need to do something with that. And so I am.
How real is real?
Oh, and in case you are wondering, I have had still more dreams about the blue-eyed angels. The dreams are coming more frequently now. More than anything else, the angels seem to be very intent on convincing me that what I saw on that long-ago night – an old oak tree in the dead of winter, suddenly sprouting beautiful golden fruits and then picking its own fruits and scattering them all about – was very real indeed.
With all due respect to the angels, this message doesn't do me or anyone else much good if taken only at face value. I am reasonably certain that the old oak tree, which in the physical world still stands guard outside the window of my childhood bedroom, is not literally going to start bearing fruit any time soon, to say nothing of picking its own fruit and so on.
As a metaphor for creation and abundance, however, I find that it works beautifully. I have come to believe that we are all infinitely creative beings, and we all have gifts that sometimes spring forth from us in unexpected ways – gifts that perhaps we never knew we had. Once the creative process begins in earnest, there is no stopping it, and the gifts keep coming forth – even as the fruits continued to pop up, one after the other, on the winter-bare branches of that tree. I think that the most fortunate people are those who discover they have the ability to create more than enough for themselves, for it is this discovery that frees them to enjoy the profound privilege of creating something of value to share with the world...much like the tree that consumed some of its fruits and scattered the rest all around.
I am working toward being one of those fortunate ones. So, regarding that oak tree, I will accept that I saw what I saw, and it was real enough for me.
Besides, who am I to argue with angels?
Yours in Absolute Abundance, utter gratitude and boundless joy,
Kalea Makana
"The Abundance Chick"
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