Jesus Wore Jeans in a Dream

         For the most part, the reactions to my personal sharing were somewhat tentative.  But that’s okay.  It was my dream and so my experience, something that isn’t tangible enough for some folks.  Those on a life path of a more questing (questioning) nature were more enthusiastic. Then there were those who wanted to know how I knew that it was Jesus. 

        I have learned the hard way to not take everything I hear as truth.  I either investigate it further or listen to my heart.  And of course I have some understanding of the concept of belief in something real and solid, such as an upstanding news anchor, or the Secretary of State as opposed to the figment of someone’s imagination manifested in the dream state.  But I think you’ll have to listen to your heart on this one, as I did. 

       I assume though if you’re reading this, you are more than likely in the questing category.  But then you could be here on another quest altogether, such as the eternal one of eradicating Satan and all his worshipers.  Those with closed minds may as well proceed no further.  To the rest of you:  Welcome to my dream.

The dream started off with my looking into a blinding light.  Let me note that this is less bothersome in the dream state than one might imagine.  A figure materialized from within this blinding light and walked towards me.  I felt this incredible indescribable sense of love enveloping me. 

        I truly cannot find the words to do justice to how I felt.  The closest I can come is by thinking of unconditional love, especially for a baby, child or beloved pet combined with what some lucky ones feel towards the love of their lives.  Then multiply that to the nth degree and you get an idea of what I’m talking about.  It was overwhelming to say the least. 

        What I then saw with my eyes helped me to get a grip and come to my senses enough to focus on the rest, barely.  It was a figure of a man whom I immediately recognized in my heart was Jesus.  But he was not wearing the traditionally depicted garb that is normally associated with this great master.  As the title and the poem has suggested, he was wearing jeans, faded jeans.  And I seriously doubt if they were designer jeans.  He also wore a work type shirt, such as those made of the faded blue chambray cotton with the sleeves casually folded up.  His hair was long and flowing as if in a slight breeze, highlighted golden as if from the sun, if not the blinding light.  He looked good!  I may lose some of you here, especially when I tell you that I cannot remember a beard.  But bear with me and hear his message, because he definitely had one which went along with his modern casual ‘work’ clothes.

The next thing I knew, I was sitting in front of a sewing machine with Jesus at my side.  I have to interject at this point and explain that he didn’t speak to me in the normal waking state sense we know of, by seeing his mouth move and words come out that I could hear.  It was telepathic or through the mind, but still not with words.  He would convey a whole concept to me at once and I would immediately have understanding of what he was trying to communicate to me, all in a blink of an eye.            

           So basically, by using the sewing machine as a symbol he “showed” me how to help people by teaching them how to “sew”.  I liken it to the allegorical story in the bible of how he taught people how to fish for themselves.  In other words you don’t help people by doing for them; you help them by showing them how to help themselves. 

           It is all so simple you see.  Here I had this great master at my side, and if I would have had the presence of “mind” to “think” I would have asked all kinds of questions on the meaning of life and what we’re here to do.  But what he was telling me was so simple that most of us don’t even grasp it. 

           We’re here to love and be of service where ever we can.  And we don’t have to become ministers, missionaries, nurses, doctors or even teachers.  We can just be ourselves, all the love that we are, and help each other along the way as we live our daily lives. 

          Being “spiritual” isn’t about being as perfect as we can be and out of necessity finding a mountain top or cave somewhere to that end.  I know that it’s so much easier to have patience when you’re alone and nobody is around to push your buttons. 

           So then what is the point? 

Take that a step further, we are already perfect.  God created junk?  No, of course “he” didn’t.  It’s about remembering who we are and where we came from and that we are never alone.  That is just what Jesus reminded me of with his visit.

          Once we realize that God is not outside of us somewhere controlling us, but within us or a part of us, we are in an even better position to help others to remember who they are and not necessarily with words.  Sometimes all it takes is a smile, simply reaching out to another human being, reminding them that they are not alone.   

         Now I don’t suggest that you go out and willy nilly help everyone you come into contact with.  It is not everyone’s perception that they need or even want help.

            Have you ever tried to help someone who didn’t ask for and didn’t want your help?  (I don’t think you need to stop and ask if they want help when they’re in physical harm’s way such as a car accident or burning building.) So that is where just being who you are comes in. 

            Being all that you can be isn’t just about joining the Army.  You can think about it as being a warrior for good in the world.  You shine your own light.  You don’t have to wait for some master to come shine it for you, though it is certainly helpful!  

            I did get the sense from Jesus that he is everywhere and all that is.  It is often difficult in this reality to deal with life and he made me feel as if he is always there to help and that there are many others like him. That help comes in different forms, such as angels.  He came to me in a way that I could relate to, as I have always had a personal special connection to what and who he is beyond what religion depicts him as. 

          I believe that loving presence of spirit, for lack of a better description, comes to all of us in ways that we can relate to depending on our upbringing and conditioning (or religious dogma).  I also believe that we all have the ability to connect directly with God or the source of all that is. 

Sometimes we just need a little help from our friends.

Denice