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What Seems Lost Can Be Found on a Higher Level of Awareness.


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On Dreams, Symbols, and the Spiritual Journey Back to the Self


One night, I had a dream. Though the details were hazy, the feeling lingered with remarkable clarity. I was walking with a woman, carrying a suitcase—there was a sense that we were heading to the airport, perhaps saying goodbye. Then, something happened. A group of women walking in front of us suddenly stopped. Either I, or she, crashed into them. And then something symbolic took place: the suitcase I was holding slipped and rolled away. It didn’t fall down stairs—it simply disappeared, downwards.


We began searching for it, as though it were more than just luggage—as though it held something precious, vital to the journey ahead. After some time, someone pointed towards the rooftop. There, high above, sat two strangers—and next to them... the red suitcase. The same one. It had been found. But now, it was no longer below. It had risen.


Later, I found myself inside an apartment—strange, shifting, swaying like a pendulum. And through its window, I saw an airport. Planes on the runway. Ready to take off.


This dream became a symbol for me. A message. Perhaps even an invitation.



 When Something Is Lost…There are moments in life when we feel we’re losing something. Control. Direction. Identity. A loved one. A job. Inner peace. Sometimes that “something” is an inner compass, a sense of purpose. Like the suitcase slipping from your hands and vanishing somewhere out of reach. That moment can be startling. It can stop you in your tracks—abruptly, painfully. And in that stillness, you stand—like the women in the dream—stunned, perhaps even afraid.


But maybe that pause is necessary. Perhaps the collision with “others”—with shadow aspects of ourselves, with hidden emotions—needs to happen. The chaos that follows is not a mistake. It’s a threshold.



 …It Can Be Found Anew, on a Higher Level



The red suitcase ended up on the rooftop. Higher. In a place it had never been before. Maybe what seems lost doesn’t vanish. Maybe it transforms. Changes level. Arrives at a space where we can find it again—if we’re willing to lift our gaze.


In both dreams and waking life, a rooftop often symbolises heightened awareness, a broader perspective, the soul’s vision. Perhaps the suitcase—with all its weight of memories, stories, beliefs—needed to fall away so it could be reclaimed. Not as a burden, but as a treasure. Something you choose to carry forward, not out of duty, but from a deeper place of freedom.



 A Moving Building and a View of Departure



The setting of the apartment was also symbolic—a space not fixed, but swaying like a pendulum. It felt like a state of transition. When identity is rebuilding itself, it cannot remain rigid. It needs fluidity. Movement. Openness.


Through the window, I saw an airport. Planes, ready for take-off. Ready for a new chapter.


Isn’t this what happens within us, when we let go of what we thought we needed? When we allow ourselves to lose, to fall, to surrender—only to discover something deeper? Something that lifts us further?



 A Message for You (and for Me)



​What seems lost can be found on a higher level of awareness. Moving through chaos is necessary to open new doors.


This dream isn’t just a personal story. It’s a collective one—a reflection of every soul who walks through loss, disorientation, and then growth. It’s a reminder that the things we think we’ve lost haven’t truly gone. Sometimes, they’re simply preparing to meet us at a higher level—once we’re ready to see from a new perspective.



 An Invitation


​If you too feel something is slipping from your grasp—allow yourself the dream. The stillness. The fall and the rediscovery. Trust that the process, though messy, is leading you somewhere greater, deeper, more aligned with who you truly are.


Because perhaps, waiting on the rooftop of your awareness, your suitcase is already there—ready for take-off.






 
 
 

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