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Dream of 1st November 2015 – 4.20 AM (ish)

Published November 6, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

We are all Human Beings having an experience – an experience of ‘being’– and we are all free –thinking individuals with the ability to put those thoughts into a symbolic representation through sound – i.e. the spoken word.  And in some countries we are told we have “freedom of speech”.  But in today’s world we are living in an illusion of freedom, because we are not free to speak those thoughts without fear of ridicule, condemnation or persecution…

…Last Saturday night, or rather early Sunday morning I had a dream.  And in that dream a debate was taking place in a public space, and it was being filmed for television.  It was between several scientific leading authorities.  The chair person asked each of them to put forward their point of view – of course – the nature of a debate – and each gave a very eloquent and rather complicated version of their scientific viewpoint on how they experience the universe through their own “scientific” understanding.

I stepped forward and began to articulate my own viewpoint and with my eyes closed I spoke of the love of God, and his love and my consciousness meeting in an inside space not in an outside space.  The chair of the debate threw out my comments and said they were not relevant to the debate.  I said that a debate by its very nature must accept different viewpoints, but how could there be a debate when ALL the viewpoints are from only one perspective – the “scientific” perspective?  There may be many arguments but at the end of the day all the arguments were from the same scientific viewpoint.  I said that I was still a human being having an experience of “being” in the universe.  I am free-thinking and have the ability to articulate those experiences, so why should my thoughts, my experience, my understanding be any less worthy of a debate – just because I haven’t had the same “education” or got the same “degrees” as another person? She said that it was just not how we did things and that my point of view would not be shown on the television.

As I came out of the debate and out of the dream, God spoke to me and said: “Write this down…”

…Humanity is on the brink of an evolution in understanding – an awakening of awareness.  And that awareness is that Space is not just about what science dictates it is – Space is not the Universe, the Universe is more than just space – it is consciousness, it is the love energy of God, it is a gift given to everyone to experience individually but to share together.  And no one person or group of people should dictate to others about how they should experience or share their experience of “being” in the universe, because by putting the universe in a box, they are putting people in a box and that box is like a prison for the mind.  It is time for the mind to be set free…


Space Between the Universes – “It’s Time to Wake up!”

Published October 14, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

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It’s been so long since I visited our beach.  This lonely place of dreams and visions.  The moon is staring down at me – again!  Taunting, mocking, laughing at my innocence.  I try to remember my journey.  How I got here.  Have I ever really moved?  I stood on the shoreline and looked as far as I could see.  Why did I always end up here?  I looked and looked at the horizon.  What was out there?  I followed the line to the left and then to the right.  Just an endless sea – still quiet, still calm.  I sat down and looked back at the moon.  It winked at me.  And as I blinked, there he was, standing looking down  at me, smiling the most beautiful smile I had ever seen, that lit up his face and gave his eye a twinkle that seemed to give his whole presence an air of gentle grace.

“I’m glad to see you again.”  He said softly and sat down next to me on the warm sand.  “I was wondering when you’d be back.”

“I’ve been busy.”  I said.

“I know.”  He replied, “So have I.”

“why are you here?”  He suddenly asked.  His now gentle smile curling ever so slightly.

I hadn’t expected that question.  “I don’t know”  I replied, “I suppose it is because I have too many questions.  Too many!  Why am I so confused?”

My Lord sighed and nodded.  “Of course you’re confused.  Your universe is full of strange contradictions and theories  that don’t quite add up.  I have tried to reach you – I have given you everything you need to see the truth clearly…

…I looked at the moon again…

…”but you always complicate matters by looking in the wrong direction.  Stop looking up and fix your eyes on me.”  He said gently.  I took my eyes off of the moon and looked back at Jesus.  His gentle smile turned to calm concern.  “It’s time.”  He said after a short pause.

“Time for what?”  I asked him.

“It’s time to wake up.  You can’t keep coming here.  It’s such a lonely place.  Now – I want to give you a gift.”

“But I like coming here.”  I whispered.”  He nodded and then bent down and scooped up a handful of sand, which trickled through his fingers.

“But I didn’t create this universe – you did.  The universe I created for you is so special.  Made just for you – perfect for all your needs.”  He cupped his hands around the sand in his hand, making a ball and shook the contents and when  he opened his hands again, he held another bubble.  But this one was different from the rest.  It didn’t float delicately in the air.  It was solid, sitting in the palm of his hand.  Inside the bubble I could see a strange  image of the Earth; not as a globe but as a disc, so that I was looking down at it flat – spread out like a two dimensional map, with all the continents in the middle and a ring of sea around the edge and then ice and snow around that, until it touched the sides of the bubble.  In the top part of the bubble were clouds and the sun, moon and stars.  In the bottom of the bubble, just darkness.  I couldn’t understand why he was showing me such a distorted image of the universe.

I shook my head in my confusion.  “Why are you showing me a flat Earth?”

Jesus got up and dusted himself down.  He walked around me, holding the bubble on his palm and looking at it curiously.  “Hold out your hand!”  He commanded, and as I did so, he placed the bubble in it.  It was solid, like glass!  I looked down at the strange disc-like Earth and had a sudden image of Terry Pratchett’s Disc World, riding on the back of a turtle.  It just didn’t make sense.

“Have you had enough time exploring in this place now?  You know that your mind has the free will wander wherever it wishes and I don’t ever want you to stop dreaming.  Keep creating – it is in your nature  to do so.  But it is time to stop looking up and set your eyes on the Earth.  There is enough to think about with your feet set on solid ground

“your universe is so small.  Look around you.  These are your neighbours – get to know one another again.  Talk to each other, help each other.  Stop polluting this delicate system – see how enclosed your Earth is?  How will you escape when you have destroyed all you can see?  I have given you a gift – take care of it.  It is enough for now.”  He took the glass universe back and said to me:  “this one belongs to me.  All the other universes are of no consequence to you; they float on the wind, or bob on the sea, they hide in the cracks and break all too easily – this universe is strong and the only one that matters – perfect because I have made it for you.

“Can I come back and see you again?”  I asked him.

“We’ll see.”  He said.  “Next time I might just come for you.  So do all I have said and live your life to the fullest.  Remember that I love you.  Now love your neighbours and take care of the Earth.  Stop worrying and remember who is holding the universe in his hands.  And I will see you soon.”

Space Between The Universes – Moving Mountains

Published August 22, 2013 by Laura Crean Author

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At first I was confused.  As I opened my eyes I didn’t see the ocean or a beach, but a meadow – full of purple flowers!  And I was lying amongst the tall stems with a canopy of purple above my head.  I stood up and looked around me.  Sure enough there was a sea of purple blooms as far as my eye could see – in all directions.  I began to walk and the flowers gently swayed in a calm breeze perfumed with their sweet scent.  I began to wonder now why I was here, when there was a shimmering in the air just ahead of me and a strange archway appeared, hovering in the air like a thought made real – plucked from a memory, my memory!  Through the archway I could see the space between the universes – my lovely beach, bathed in a warming sun. …

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Space Between The Universes – Moving Mountains

Published August 22, 2013 by Laura Crean Author


At first I was confused.  As I opened my eyes I didn’t see the ocean or a beach, but a meadow – full of purple flowers!  And I was lying amongst the tall stems with a canopy of purple above my head.  I stood up and looked around me.  Sure enough there was a sea of purple blooms as far as my eye could see – in all directions.  I began to walk and the flowers gently swayed in a calm breeze perfumed with their sweet scent.  I began to wonder now why I was here, when there was a shimmering in the air just ahead of me and a strange archway appeared, hovering in the air like a thought made real – plucked from a memory, my memory!  Through the archway I could see the space between the universes – my lovely beach, bathed in a warming sun.  So I walked towards it, stopping just in front of the iridescent façade of Heaven’s gate.  It was so strange – an archway leading to my space between the universes.  So why was I here – a scene from one of my books?

I looked all around again at the purple flowers and then walked around the strange arched portal, hovering in mid-air.  Behind it was exactly the same as the front side and in fact, because there was nothing in this place to determine direction, it was as if I was now standing in front of the archway once more.  I again walked around the portal to the back side of it – only to find myself once more in front of it.  The portal shimmered and rippled like rainbow coloured water and in the beach scene I saw my Lord wave at me.  He smiled and beckoned me to come through the portal to meet him at our special meeting place by the rocks.  So I stepped through onto the sand, leaving my field of purple flowers behind.

The sea was glittering in the full glare of the sun and my Lord was sitting on the rocks with sea gulls flying around him screaming in their shrill voices.  They almost sounded as if they were singing to him, praising him – and were my eyes deceiving me or were they angels in the air above him?  Their forms were faint as if they weren’t quite a part of the scene but ghostly like a mist of flying human – like shapes with a mere hint of wings – or was it just flapping material from their robes?  I brought my other foot through the portal onto the sand and turned just in time to see the portal and the purple flowers disappear.  How strange!  I mused, how surreal, to have been a part of one of my very own stories!

I sat beside him on the rocks and he stroked my cheek as he always did.  I relished his touch and leaned into his caress.  Then he lightly kissed my cheek and asked,

“Did you like my diversion?”

I nodded but of course he could tell I was distracted by it.  “What’s wrong?”  He asked, “Didn’t you like where I took you first?”  I thought for a moment.

“But it was a scene from my book – how could I be in a scene from my own book?”  He nodded and laughed gently,

“The same way you can be here or anywhere for that matter.”

I sighed at his riddles and he took me by the hand and led me up the beach towards a cliff.  When we got to the cliff face – a sheer white chalk wall crowned with a green grassy hairpiece – he stopped.  We were now standing with our faces towards the chalk and I turned to him in question and shrugged my shoulders as I asked him,

“Why have we stopped here?”

“Because I want to show you something!”  He answered simply.

I looked around us.  I saw the sea and the beach behind us.  I saw the sky above and the rocks further down the beach, where we had just come from, and then the cliff face in front of us and the cliff top above that!

“What do you want to show me?”  I asked my Lord, turning back to him as he was still facing the cliff face.

“Everything and nothing!” My Lord replied in his usual cryptic sort of way.  “What do you see in front of us now?”  I shrugged my shoulders again,

“What – the chalk cliff?”  He nodded.

“Is that all you see?”  He quizzed me.  “Are you sure?”

I looked at the chalk cliff again and my eye was drawn to all the cracks on its surface.

“Do you mean the cracks?”  I asked him, clutching at straws!

“Partly.”  He said quietly and he touched the cliff face and the chalk seemed to dissolve but at the same time was still there, hidden to my eye now.

I squinted and strained to look into the cracks in the wall of chalk.

“Try and look at the space between…”  I looked closely

“The space between?”  I asked quietly, half-heartedly, dreamily distracted by my own deep concentration as my eye was drawn to the space between the chalk and the cracks – it seemed to be alive with dancing sparkles of ‘something’ – like glitter but alive and flying like energetic particles of microscopic dust that my eye was focussing in on for the very first time.

“Do you see it?”  He whispered in my ear.  I nodded.

“Yes!  I see it.  I can’t believe it – but I can see it – with my very own eyes!”

As I focussed harder, the sparkly particles seemed to be vibrating at a frequency my ears couldn’t quite tune into.  “I can sort of hear something – but not properly.”  I whispered to my Lord who I could see smiling out of the corner of my eye.

“You need to feel these frequencies and use them rather than trying to hear them.”  He explained.

I tried to let my body tune in to the frequency and sure enough my body started vibrating with the same frequency as the energetic sparkles.  As they did my body began to feel lighter somewhat and the space between started to shimmer in much the same way Heaven’s gate to my beach had done.  He took my hand and we walked into the vibrating, shimmering particles of strange energy, and as we did he said, “Use your own energy and that of the things around you to make changes – to move mountains we must become one with the mountain – our energies combining to change our states from physical to simple – thought and spirit are simple states.”

All at once we were surrounded in a radiant light that carried us through the cliff face to the other side.  We stepped out into a beautiful garden simply bursting with colourful flowers and beyond I saw my field of purple flowers.  My Lord kissed my hand and whispered,

“Heaven is in you and all around you.  It is in every rock and flower and yes – even in the Earth itself.  The gate is always open to those who want to find it…”

I could feel the tear fall just as he moved in to catch it on his finger.

“This one belongs to heaven!” he whispered and with the tear drop still on his finger he drew a large arch in the air that became a rainbow.  I blinked and the rainbow arched high in the sky over the field of purple flowers.

Ripples in a Pool

Published August 8, 2013 by Laura Crean Author

(taken from the book ‘Vision’ coming soon!

I had a simple vision

of ripples in a pool,

they created division

like classrooms in a school,

I imagined each ripple

a universe – each one

and each universe a riddle

like a knot to be undone.

As the ripples starting radiating

out across the pool

I could see the spaces grow between them

and my curiosity was fuelled,

If each ripple was a universe

then what was in-between?

And would the space just keep on growing

until there was nothing to be seen?

If I could climb on board one ripple

and ride it to its end,

where would that ripple take me?

Would the limits it transcend?

I thought back to its creation

when it was just one single point,

just a force to begin motion

that caused the stillness to disjoint.

I thought the logical conclusion

was that the ripples would disperse

each separate universe an illusion

now just one dimension to traverse.

I sat beside the water

my daydream fading fast

and watched my lovely daughter

playing in the park.

She ran past me all excited

with a pebble in her hand

and I knew this just invited

a simple game unplanned,

to throw that little pebble

as hard as she could thrust

and watch the water tremble

with ripples as one must.

But then what she did next surprised me

as she took out a few more stones

and threw them all together

all those ripple making clones.

The ripples they created

were far from simple now

and I knew that they were fated

to create chaos – but how

did this effect my vision

with the ripples running wild?

I watched as each collision

made more ripples – and I smiled.

Life is not as simple

as ripples in a pool

and it takes the innocence of children

to remind you you’re a fool!

© 2013 Laura Crean


Space Between the Universes – Time Remembers

Published June 18, 2013 by Laura Crean Author

Image by Andrew Kavanagh –


I closed my eyes and the day melted away – time melted away – I could feel the pressure of time pressing in on me, suffocating me like a girdle squeezing the life out of me.  And then the pressure released as time burst away from me and the seconds became tactile and were laid out in front of me like a corridor of mirrors – the seconds stretched out into minutes, then hours.  Soon days, past, present and future flashed before me, condensed into a single moment and then faster they began to move away from me becoming a reflection projection that suddenly encircled me and span all around me like a phenakistoscope – a movie of weeks, months, years in fast forward.  In a moment my life was over and time became millenniums.  Seasons flashed past me as reflections of weather and of plants and trees growing and dying in quick succession.  Then the mirrors stretched back out into a corridor and I was sucked along this hall of mirrors until in the blink of an eye I was above the Earth and the planet was spinning faster, the clouds and weather systems swirling and billowing about the globe’s surface; the moon spinning around its parent faster and faster.   I became so dizzy and disoriented that I thought I would pass out, but then I thought, “Where would I go?”

My consciousness was suddenly pulled back away from the world as if I had been stretched out on an elastic that was keeping me attached to the Earth and it had suddenly reached its limit, and then with a sharp release on the tension I was jerked backwards through space and time so fast I should have felt winded, crushed by the forces involved but of course I was without a body to wind.  I felt myself speeding through space so fast it felt as if time were static.  The stars became a blur of light until my senses couldn’t process the motion and I was space and time – we were one – connected – I was unable to see myself as separate from the universe, of the concepts of space, time and matter.  I buzzed with energy, my whole consciousness now a part of the universe, of existence vibrated and the blur of light started to flash into all the colours of the spectrum including light waves and energy beyond my comprehension and the frequencies of sound and light merged into a single source of energy that suddenly ripped a hole in the fabric of reality and I fell through into my space between the universes.

I sat on the beach looking up at the rip in space, time and reality and before my eyes it sucked itself closed, leaving me breathless, my mind still buzzing but now I had a body again, my heart was pounding and I was shaking with the experience.  I knew this wasn’t really my body but it felt real and this had been the first time I had physically experienced the journey to my beach.

I could sense something wasn’t right but at first I couldn’t tell what it was.  I blinked to try and focus on my surroundings and realised I was sitting in a pocket of reality on the sand but surrounded by darkness.  Light was reflecting up from the sand but it only reached as far as my immediate vicinity and didn’t penetrate the darkness beyond.  As I began to wonder where the rest of my beach was another pocket of reality became illuminated and my Lord stood on the sand and waved at me.  I waved back and as he walked towards me the pocket of illuminated reality moved with him until our two pockets merged and it was as if we were standing on a dark stage illuminated by a spotlight.  I realized it was the moon and I looked up at it.

“That isn’t really the moon is it?”  I asked God, “I mean it can’t be – I just left the Earth far behind me!”  He sighed.

“Your time is long past and this is but a projection of memory and matter; just a dream inside a thought inside an idea of a reflection in a mirror, nothing more.  You created it remember? We are all Just reflections in a holographic multiverse of love energy.”

He took my hand and we walked along the sand, like a bubble of light with us contained within it and a question burned inside me until I couldn’t contain it any longer, “My Lord?  Am I your dream or are you mine?”  He laughed and whispered

“What’s in a dream?  You’ll have to figure that one out for yourself beloved one.  And when you do it will no longer matter.”  I shook my head and cried as I said

“I don’t know what is real anymore!”

He gently wiped my tear and held it in front of my eye where it turned into a diamond.

“Reality is a universe contained within a teardrop or a diamond or a dream; nothing more and nothing less.  Universes are born and die and everything in-between is just space.”

He looked at my diamond tear and sighed, “This universe is strong.  It belongs to time.”  And he threw it into the darkness.  Another hole appeared but instead of containing darkness it was light.  The diamond tear flew through the hole which sealed fast behind it.  I shut my eyes and felt him kiss my cheek and as I awoke I heard a voice say,

Time remembers and Space forgives and life is for the living but dreams are for the blessed.”

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