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About Me — Keith Hill
Where are we who we are?
Last year I woke from a fascinating dream. I was standing beside a lake, looking out across the water. Suddenly, subtly, my awareness was elevated out of my (dreaming) body. I felt I was folded in the arms of an invisible force, which gently lifted me from the shore and carried me to the middle of the lake. Bodiless, I floated above the water, in a state of rapturous joy. Woven into that joy was the feeling of utter freedom, of not being bound by anything at all.
Twice previously I have dreamed of flying, of being a bird soaring through the sky. But this dream was different, because I was totally free, yet I also felt nurtured and cared for. It was an extraordinary sensation.
Today, as I write this, I am nearer the end of my life than the beginning. When I look back memorable life experiences and memorable dreamed experiences merge. I’m not always sure whether I’m remembering something that really happened, something I wanted to happen, or something I dreamed happened. Which is more real, a life event or a dreamed event? Do we need to choose?
Here’s another memory. When I was thirteen I was doing so well at school my…
