The lids of many paint tubes opened and a plethora of colors were squeezed out on the palette. Then I saw a cello that was waiting to be played. Its bow was run through the sparkling colors on the palette and then drifted over to play the cello. I didn’t see any hands – everything moved by itself. As the sounds of the cello wafted into the air, the notes were written out like sheet music on living scrolls of five lined staffs that moved in rhythm to the sounds. And every note had a different color that appeared in sync with its sound. What a beautiful sight to behold!
What a beautiful dream. It would make an awesome painting. The rainbow represents the Glory of G-d. The cello is waiting. A dream about Zman matan tehila on the anniversary of the outpouring of the Holy Spirit. A very appropriate and timely dream.
But an hour is coming, and now is, when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth; for such people the Father seeks to be His worshipers. G-d is spirit, and those who worship Him must worship in spirit and truth.