Interpreted by myself.
Going to work is the steady, persevering work on myself - the daily facing of difficulties and patiently pressing on.
The car is, because it keeps going wrong, my sense of failure (when I dreamt this the car was in the garage for repair). It is all the past things that have driven me, or carried me along out of a sense of failure.
The bread van was a connection with work. It was the great power which had been released by the persistent facing of myself, and which now smashed away the failure drives. This left me standing on my own feet, but outwardly insecure. The injured leg was the causes of the failure drives being revealed – my psychological inability to stand strongly on my own feet – my lack of confidence.
Going to hospital meant that in the healing of these causes or root problems, much more inner peace, or chance to enter deeply into self would arise. I would have died as a person, not being able to progress beyond this point, this problem, if it hadn’t been for the many things learned in giving myself to others. If I had not followed the inner drive to start activities to help others, during which I learned to open up the whole inner mess of my life. I might not in this life have gained, developed or being given the necessary qualities and tools to melt and pass beyond the problem.
Not going to work is not having to work any longer in that way. It was now my choice.
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