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Text Box: We Have A Dream

These pages, this web site, is the beginning of a dream coming into the world, of being born. I hesitate to add the words “into reality” because I cannot honestly tell anyone what is reality. It is my thought that we are experiences and expressions of God, All That Is… The knowledge of this new emerging has been with me for most of my life. In my early years I was very impatient for it to happen. Then I got busy with living and it moved into the background, always present, but illusionary, more like an essence.

A few years ago my family began to change: both my parents died, and my husband. Suddenly I was looking at a new world of existence, with much uncertainty as to what to do next. It was a time where I could go anywhere, do anything.

“Tehachapi Mountains…. Go to the Tehachapi Mountains” said my inner Voice.

One of my sons lives in Bakersfield, and, simultaneous to the Voice’s urgings, he telephoned after Dad died. “Why don’t you come to Bakersfield?” he asked.

“Is that near to the Tehachapi Mountains?” I asked.

“Couple miles, same as, nearly,” was his reply.

There was no more hesitation; I knew where I was going, if not what or even how. It didn’t matter. I was back on course.

But then it got really interesting. Sort of. I had to choose from my parents’ treasures and my own, to decide what to take with me on my next adventure. First of all, I was carrying everything in Dad’s 1972 37-foot Titan motorhome; what didn’t fit would have to be left behind.

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Text Box: This is one of the lessons that must be learned here on earth: attachment to things can prevent one from developing that special part of Self, the essence of what we are. For awhile it looked as though I would never get to Bakersfield. I was very attached, not only to the fish farm where I’d lived with Dad for four years, but to each sentimental object. It was like cutting off parts and pieces of myself, my history, my who I am.

Then it was done and I was in Bakersfield. My first question was, of course, “Where is Tehachapi from here?”

The Mountains welcomed me, as did Bakersfield, in a special way. I met a Polish refugee who had followed his own Voice to this spot. This was unexpected; I’d thought that part of my life was finished, and here it was, just beginning. We discovered that we shared the same dream.

Yes, we have a dream, one that is developing as these words are being written. I don’t know the ending, or even the next page. We know we are part of Something much larger than we ever could have imagined. It has to do with linking together all the Aspects of God.

If you are here reading these words, you are also a Part of the dream, although surely it is your dream…. Yours doesn’t have to look like ours, or even close to it. But as you browse through our pages, you may discover the Essence that is quite similar.

And indeed, it is.

—Judith Leigh Bailey

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