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O friend, the heart is the dwelling of eternal mysteries, make it not the home of fleeting fancies; waste not the treasure of thy precious life in employment with this swiftly passing world. Thou comest from the world of holiness - bind not thine heart to the earth; thou art a dweller in the court of nearness - choose not the homeland of the dust.


This one is dealing with ultimate acceptance, a realisation that impotence is true freedom, and that poverty is true wealth. I had an extremely detailed dream which involved a huge golden wave. The reason I remember it so well was that there was also a huge gold pack of Benson and Hedges cigarettes. But the apparent silliness of it seemed to make it more memorable. I told some of my friends about this dream. Twenty years later I was at 30,000ft in an airplane over the Mediterranean bound for Tel Aviv, and Baha'i pilgimage in Haifa. It was the middle of the night and everyone around was asleep, but the t.v. was still flickering away in the aisle. I had taken the headset off so it was all quiet. Suddenly a huge golden wave rolled across the screen and then an equally huge pack of cigarettes appeared. The strange thing was I didn't react, but nodded and smiled to myself. There seemed no need for complex explanations, it wasn't important to tell anyone about it either, only you maybe. Great, isn't it?

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