The Day I Dreamed of the Creator

I. The City on the Mountain: Where Earth Touches Heaven

I found myself living in a city built high on a mountain, a place suspended between two realms. There, we lived alongside a smaller race: intelligent, peaceful, gifted in crafts and technology. Yet despite their harmony, they carried an old conflict with humanity—an ancient wound that had never fully healed.

Their desire was simple: reconciliation.

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II. The Small Race: Keepers of an Ancestral Wound

They were small in stature, but great in wisdom. Throughout mythology, such peoples often appear as guardians, artisans, or bearers of hidden knowledge. In my dream, they represented:

• karmic memories

• a fractured humanity

• old spiritual debts asking to be resolved

They stood in the valley speaking to the human leader of our race—seeking forgiveness, peace, and closure.

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III. The Fall and the Iron Grille: The Abyss Beneath the Soul

Up on the heights, I was repairing a window—symbol of spiritual vision. Suddenly, the metal grille fell and trapped me between two walls, suspended at a fearful height.

It was the perfect image of the human soul:

striving to see the truth,
yet trapped by fear,
between danger and hope.

And in that moment of vulnerability, something extraordinary happened.

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IV. The Ancient of Days: The Creator Appears

Behind me, I sensed a presence.

A giant.

An elder with a human face, kind eyes, white beard, and ancient Greek-like robes. His appearance radiated wisdom, peace, and a power beyond understanding.

I asked:

“Who are you, and what is your name?”

He answered:

“They call me the Creator.”

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V. Intercession: My Spirit Speaks for Two Peoples

Before the Creator, I felt compelled to act.

I spoke for the small race, explaining their ancient conflict, their pain, and their longing for peace.
Then I included myself.
And the human leader.
And everyone who needed forgiveness and restoration.

I became a mediator, a bridge, a priest of that sacred moment.

As if my soul remembered this role.

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VI. When the Creator Moved, Something in Me Broke Free

As the Creator turned toward the leader of our race, I remembered:

I was still trapped.

I cried for help.

Then it happened:

A force with no visible hands lifted me.
Something unseen pulled me out of the trap.
I was rescued by a power that needed no touch.

A true spiritual intervention.

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VII. Awakening: Prayer and Gratitude

I woke up praying, my soul still trembling from the presence I had encountered. I thanked the heavens for the dream, the message, and the liberation.

Because this was not a common dream.
It was a reminder:

We are not alone.

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VIII. Conclusion: When the Soul Climbs the Mountain

This dream brought a clear message:

• Ancient wounds seek forgiveness

• Spiritual peoples seek reconciliation

• Sometimes we act as mediators without realizing it

• And the Creator listens—always

I saw His face.
I felt His help.
I lived His rescue.

And today I write this so I never forget:

Even when we are trapped between walls and fear…
The Creator always opens a way from above.

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