In this dream, I realized I was a teaching that had been hidden until such time as it was needed.

Teachings are programmed to be dormant, disguised, until they are activated. Once activated, they switch into delivery mode. Having completed their single purpose, they cease to exist in their previous, latent form, and only exist in their true form, which is the teaching.

At the same time that I realized this, I was approached by a group of people who knew I was a hidden teaching and that I had been activated. They came to assist me in the delivery phase, and to receive and promulgate the teaching once it was revealed.

They gave me a place to sit and write. It was a round room, and quite dark, almost like it was underground, with a round opening above where a single shaft of light poured down, similar to The Pantheon in Rome. There was a small desk and a very large book of empty pages. I sat and filled them, each day, a little more.

As I wrote, my very existence unraveled…into the teaching, into the words and symbols I was writing.

I had no idea of what I was writing, it came out of me automatically and I retained no awareness of the content. But each time I placed ink on the page, I became less and less.

Finally, it was nearing the end. It was understood that I would cease to exist once the last word was delivered. The people who assisted me told me to go and wrap up my affairs, spend time with my family. Tomorrow would be the end.

I went through my belongings with my daughter, who at the time was 11. We separated what she wanted to keep from the things that would be donated. We talked, and walked along the beach, where we lived at the time. There was only a bare thread of myself still existing. I gave her what comfort I could, and blessed her. I spent time with my husband, making sure he had all the passwords and other information for our finances and the smooth running of our business and household.

My family was stunned, and bereft. A week before, I had just been myself. Wife, mother, entrepreneur, baker of great pies. In a single moment of activation, it was understood that I was not even a person at all, but a teaching that had been programmed into this shape and form.