The Teacher Within
by Kelly Tobey
Finally, I was drawn to teachers and teachings that didn't attempt to fill my holes. However, they
were willing to guide me towards learning how to be open to having the holes filled from the inside out. They wouldn't
fill my holes, but they would point me in the direction of full-fill-ment. That way, when they left, the
holes that had been filled were still full, and I didn't feel abandoned and incomplete in those areas.
I started to learn that inner and outer sources of awareness work in unison.
It has become more common knowledge that outside sources alone cannot fulfill
us, that we need to look internally. We even have a great little catch phrase that covers
all the different branches of it: "inner work".
One area of inner work I've been pointed towards is my dream world. I found it fascinating that one of
my most powerful and made to order inner guidance systems had been virtually ignored. Of course
when compared to the world of logical, linear thought that I had been raised on, the dream world looked
like pure insanity. How could I expect guidance from a bunch of seemingly random images and
happenings?
As crazy as those images may seem at first sight, they are exactly tailor-made to fit myself. They do
need to be unraveled and therein lies their beauty. This need to be unraveled and seen in their own
way, this language of symbols and images forces a break with the usual patterns of linear thinking.
They call for a more complete seeing through a combination of intuition, imagery, feelings and logic.
This urges me to look deeper into the meaning behind the stories laid out before me. Now I begin
clearing the blind spots in my awareness that I couldn't see with my traditional mode of thinking. The
power of these dreams is that they come from that inner unconscious part of me that is aware of my
wholeness.
Attempting to balance me, the dreams project parts of me that my conscious mind is not aware of in
hopes that they can be brought to light. What better teacher could I ask for than the one that knows me
so intimately, my own unconscious self?
My journey of awareness started innocently enough with me looking outward. I didn't feel whole myself so it
seemed obvious that the place to look for completeness was out there. At that time I had no way of
knowing that just because I wasn't aware of my wholeness it didn't mean I wasn't whole. I figured if I
could only grasp the right things I would feel complete. So like many others, I looked to books, to
presumed holy people, to workshops, to presumed people of knowledge, hoping they could complete me.
Hoping they could fill my holes. Some of these methods would fill my holes temporarily but
the emptiness would always return eventually. My dependence on outside
sources to complete me, ultimately left me feeling empty and
abandoned.
