It came to me in a dream…

The “I” dreamt that my son was about three and he was so happy running around throwing change everywhere and the “I” was laughing at him and said why are you so hyper? His Father said he always acts this way when he is in the kingdom. Then the “I” placed him in a bath and the more the “I” washed him the bigger he grew…the bath was filled with seeds and a bottle and the “I” thought why would my sister bathe him in water that looks like a lake? My sister appeared beside me. The “I” thought why would the “I” ask about my sister when “I am” is the one bathing him.

After the “I” awoke, the “I” asked for insight into who the “I” truly is and my purpose. The “I” kept receiving the name Mya. After the “I” meditated the “I” saw the name Mya again…this time it was the writer Maya Angelou and she was reciting the poem, Phenomenal Woman.

Then the “I” googled the name Mya…only to find out that she is the mother of Buddha. She was an amazing woman who received insight and wisdom from her dreams. Her sister raised Buddha and would bathe him in a lake. Mya returned to the heavenly kingdom upon the birth of Buddha but taught him his wisdom from an amazing esoteric bond that she had with her son. She was always with him to teach and guide him. “I am” is humbled by this reality…

“I am” is amazed at my son’s presence and beyond thankful. The “I” sat back and thought about the familiarities such as how his Father called me Buddha when the “I” was pregnant with him and the bond that we share that doesn’t need words to make manifest we just gno.

This dream has been on my mind all day and every time the “I” thinks about it, the “I” gets emotional. However, the “I” felt like it truly needed to share it. The “I” was told a long time ago that there would come a day when the “I” would remember “I am”..