Held in the Basket – A Dream I Was Meant to Remember

It began with a guided meditation the kind that doesn’t just relax you, but reaches some place in your soul that words rarely touch. I was awake by the end, but still deep in the current. My hand was on my forehead, tears streaming, and one sentence repeated over and over like a divine heartbeat:

“You could always do it. You just couldn’t or weren’t meant to do it alone.”

That line cracked something open.

Still half-submerged in the vision, I reached for my phone before the details could fade. I drew the image that had been placed in my mind: a basket, lovingly woven from twigs and gold-threaded bark, lined with green leaves. In the centre was me a stick-figure version of myself, finally held together.

The dream before the message... 

The dream leading into that moment was chaotic, scenes from my hometown, echoes of people from my past, even a surreal solo performance in a church rehearsal. My Nana’s face appeared on many of the guests, like a divine imprint. There was even a strange accusation that I hadn’t written my own song, that I had help (ChatGPT, ironically). At the time, I denied it. But even then, the truth was being nudged: we are not meant to create in isolation.

Then came the final part, a challenge from two mysterious hosts. I was given tools: a stick and an army knife. My task was to make something, anything, but only using what I was given. Over and over, I tried. My creations were messy, childlike, crumbling. But I kept returning, driven not by perfection, but by joy and determination.

Eventually, time ran out. I placed the broken pieces at their feet, crying, ashamed. I hadn’t built what I’d envisioned. I’d failed.

But then something shifted.

The male host called me back. Pointed at a basket I hadn’t made. One that had been built in the vision I’d carried all along.

He told me:

“The female host saw your heart. She saw how hard you were trying, she couldn’t not help bring your vision to life.”

And then the phrase returned:

“You could always do it. You just weren’t meant to do it alone.”

What this dream really was...

I believe this wasn’t just a dream. It was a soul-message timed perfectly with the Jupiter Cazimi in Cancer a portal of expansion through vulnerability, emotional turning points, and divine co-creation.

This was my reminder that:

• I’ve never truly been unsupported.
• My visions are valid and worthy, even if I can’t build them perfectly yet.
• Spirit sees my effort.
• Help, real, soul-aligned, loving help is allowed.
• The basket is always being woven beneath me.

The deeper invitation, this message has been rippling through me all day. And if it found me, maybe it was meant to reach you too. So here’s what I’m holding close:

• I was never meant to build this life alone.
• My vision is worthy.
• My effort is seen.
• I am held by unseen hands, guided by soul memory and cradled in the love I give so freely to others.
• I trust the co-creation.

 

✨ Gentle Reflection to Close

If this message stirred something in you, I invite you to gently ask yourself:

1. Where in your life are you still trying to do it all alone?
2. And how might you let yourself be held even just a little?

You’re allowed to be supported.

You’re allowed to receive.

And you were never meant to do it all on your own.

If this resonates, I’d love to hear from you in the comments or feel free to simply sit with it, like a cup of warm tea, and let it settle into your heart.

✨Affirmation:

I trust the divine basket being woven beneath me.