The Purple Light ~ Inspirations and Spirituality : The Weaver of Dreams

Monday, August 18, 2025

The Weaver of Dreams

By Kenneth Schmitt

Posted on August 17, 2025

Alissa stood at the edge of the cliff, the ocean spread out before her, silver waves curling like threads of some great tapestry. She had been here many times before, lost in thought, wondering why the same struggles seemed to circle back into her life like gulls riding the wind.

That morning, she felt the old familiar knot of discomfort twisting in her chest. A business partner had betrayed her, and though she wanted to tell herself it was justified resentment, something deeper whispered otherwise. Fear, the feeling said, the fear of power. This power comes from knowing she alone could choose how this would shape her.

She closed her eyes.

The whisper grew into a steady sound, rising from the quiet space behind her heartbeat. There, the world was different--weightless, radiant and free. She could feel her heart moving her in waves of warmth and feelings of joy, even electrifying at dramatic and important impressions. In her heart, she loved all of her without condition, weaving joy into every breath, if only she would notice.

And so she listened and took notice.

The betrayal no longer felt like a wound but like a puzzle piece sliding into place. What had seemed an obstacle was now a shimmering doorway. She saw herself beyond victimhood and as the composer of the music around her. Being alive and aware, the quantum field around her began aligning itself to the notes she played with her thoughts and feelings. Gratitude was a symphony. Fear was constriction.

As the wind rose, Alissa smiled. The waves below now danced. She understood now that every challenge can be just a shadow cast by a brighter light, waiting to be revealed in the mind of the weaver of dreams. She could choose, in every moment, to feel herself being in that light.

With each breath, she filled herself with joy, letting it spill into the unseen fabric of reality. And in that instant, she knew that she is not a prisoner of circumstance. She is the weaver, the dreamer, the one who shapes the world by the loving preferences she carries within

Kenneth Schmitt