I've never liked the word awesome; it's a lazy teenage word.
My evil ex-boss used to pepper her conversations with it.
I rest my case.
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Sadly quality is rarely what brings the masses to anything: your comment about porn bringing the most hits is saddening but true. The majority of any idea is always reduced to the lowest common denominator.
I have also noticed with blogs that the ones that seem to attract the most numbers of hits are seldom the ones I enjoy reading more than once; it's what I call the Black Hole principle of blogging. The bigger the blog is to start with, the more readers is draws with each new post; the sheer mass of a blog draws all into it and this pulls yet more readers even when the quality of what is posted is low or non existent.
Keep on keeping on. When you step back, real quality endures, even if only a few appreciate it.

That's a good question. Off hand I am not aware of having dreamed about good stuff at all. I do have good dreams, sometimes, and I have dreamed of future things that have been effectively neutral.
I have a problem with sleep anyway, so maybe there is a limit to what can come through.

The really frustrating dreams are the ones where you see something you know is both significant and important but have no means of actually using it in a practical manner; this sort drive me mad because I KNOW something but can take no action to take it further. I've dreamed of murders, even, but when you wake knowing you have seen something you cannot possibly explain, you are left with the fact that even the most open police officer will not be open to it.
And the other harsh thing is seeing things "remotely" that you are not trained or prepared to deal with. Many years ago during the Bosnian conflict, a friend of mine served as ambulance crew dealing with atrocities: for several months, even though I didn't know that's where he was and what he was doing, I saw snippets of what he saw during his days during my nightmares. It was only when he came home on leave I discovered what had been going on. At the time, I genuinely thought I might have been going insane.
That's where prayer comes in to help deal with this stuff. I probably would be in a mental institution otherwise by now.

personal rituals can also help; setting up a "shield" when you feel you need it, as well as regular state of being checks so you can spot when you need to withdraw and recharge.
Knowing yourself too; to be able to distinguish when an emotion is not your own and belongs to someone else.
Not saying it's easy, because it isn't. I am still working on surviving it. The hardest aspects now are the ones when insights come at a distance, or via dreams or visions and it's essential to work out how much needs action taking and how much just needs accepting.

....my take on that, Sue, is~ quality versus quantity!

I discovered that in understanding why my mother hated the concept of one person standing out from another(in terms of excellence etc)(down to her being one of 8 kids, amid a family best termed a tribe, and resources including attention being limited) was the best way for that voice to slowly become stilled on its own accord. And also a kind of ancestral pattern of people being thwarted in their desires/ambitions by parents/guardians, going back possibly centuries is something I am trying to work through in my own life. The family tree is full of people who nearly made it(whatever IT might be) but turned back/were turned back because of family pressure of one sort or another. This little twig has gone a lot further than expected!
Native Americans have a saying when they are in ceremony: For all my relations. It bears thought.
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If you wait till the still small voice becomes a roar, then the chances are its message is so urgent it may well be too late.
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True enough about the voices. The one that actually upsets me the most is the one that closely resembles my mother's, and in some ways, this is the one that I feel quite strongly has the least authenticity for my life. This voice is the one that is always telling me to not put myself forward, to be a shrinking violet, to always let others go first(I don't mean through doorways) and is generally the one that tells me how little real value I am. But as I have grown as a person and stepped forward with care and compassion into a world that actually has a place for me, I have noticed that this voice scarcely speaks any more. It's function was to make sure that I avoid acting from purely selfish motives.
Most people avoid silence and stilness; one colleague I work with occasionally is one of those Christians whose choice of worship style avoids any silence and a lot of noise and movement and activity and has been horrified by the concept of Quaker worship(more my choice) where one sits for an hour in silence and waits to hear what comes forth.

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I think for me it is important to distinguish between the voices(yeah, I know) in my head. There are ones like the inner critic you speak of that are quite reasonable and they speak sense. There are also ones that are full of hate and bile and self destructive semi-truths.
I listen to them all but if the voice takes on a mean tone, it's not something I think its healthy for me to listen to, let alone obey.
Deep in my psyche are many layers, many voices. Not all of them are mine; some are imposters, drawn from trauma.
As you say integrating the critic before it becomes abrasive and vitriolic is key but also allowing ourselves the time to seek silence so that it is possible to listen to what is actually being said. We miss so much through the noise and incessant busy-ness of life.
Good thoughts here.
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