Who will save us? We will; each individual saving themselves, at first. Which is good news because it means we don’t have to wait any longer for everything to change. We can begin now. The human design and the planet we are born on are everything we need to succeed. All we lack is the passion, the desire, and the trust that it can be done, and that we can do it. The journey requires such passion, desire, and trust because everything else will appear to be against our success, so we need the strength to keep ourselves moving forward. And it begins with the understanding that there truly is more to life than the way we live today, and, in fact, that truth is undeniable. (This post was originally published in May 2019.)
John: My sleep dream kind of goes through this in a very peculiar way. In the dream, hope and relief was promised, but I didn’t get the memo. I haven’t caught up with what that means. I make the best of where I’m at because I haven’t gotten the memo about anything, so I’m just blindly going through life not knowing any better about how things could be different.
And then I come to learn that someone was supposed to relieve me of this ordeal by now, but didn’t show up. It’s like they forgot. So I went through the worst imaginable, not knowing any better, and somehow I seem to still be alive.
So, in the dream, the sensation is that of being immersed in sound, as if sound is a problem here that is too much to contend with. So, in the dream, this is sound that gets in every pore of my being. It blocks out the light so much so that I don’t know that there is such a thing, or that there is a difference. It’s like a purgatory. It is like I am bathed in it.
In the dream I come out of what I voluntarily went into, in other words, I didn’t know any better, and it’s like going into the bath of it all. It’s like one great big tub of things, and creatures of every way, shape, and form are falling off me, coming out of my pores, from my breath. I appear to be as toxic as a person could ever possibly be. I hadn’t noticed that you could see this.
Every out-breath is just, oh my gosh, fog, and this, that, and the other. I mean I woke up as if I should be struggling for breath, it was so overwhelming, all of this toxicity dangling, and crawling, and creatures every which way. And see, the thing of it is, these creatures were like a bifurcation of an immensity of sound, is what they were. They were an immensity of sound. That’s a strange image, wasn’t it?
And so now I find myself almost like in some sort of state of redemption, or something, or some sort of state of something. I’m before those who just look as if unable to believe what they are looking at, and that’s when I find out that something was supposed to have come to my rescue, but forgot.
So, as I’m standing there, or as I’m there, it’s like a quick accounting is being made, and it’s almost as if what got forgot, and who forgot, and what’s to be done? And so those who have the responsibility are called out, as if they are all restaurant chefs, they’re all cooks, to a process of some sort, and these cooks all cook in different ways. It’s like, what cook was supposed to have dealt with this, that didn’t? And one of them, one of the newer cooks that kind of wasn’t as sophisticated as the old cooks, it turns out that this cook was the one that forgot, or let me go too long.
So it is decided that I’ve been ignored so long that I’ve been ignored in a wrongful way, too much, in other words. I was never meant to devolve to this point. So, to make amends, tomorrow this person who let me go into such dire straights is to come over and tap dance on my table. And I am told that they will use their own shoes.
Now the image I have is they’re going to somehow take these shoes off and tap them on the table. They can’t possibly get up on the table themselves, or at least I wasn’t thinking that. And just as I am considering this to be a bit over-the-top ridiculous, I am told it isn’t all absurd. At one point the person actually dances with a partner, and, in it, is the hope and relief that is revealed.
So the meaning is, in my meditation dream, and sleep dream, denseness that is all-pervasive is represented. First of all, it’s represented as a condition of sound, and there is no visible light in a condition of sound, because the sound is like all-consuming, and infectiously consuming.
So in the sleep dream the sound is reduced into all of its compositeness, and it’s as if it’s all germs and viruses of every way, shape, and form that consume the body and my being. And it is a wonder that I’m even alive. The contamination is so great that I suppose there would be a way of looking at me and saying that I am rotting, but don’t know it.
In this dream I am shown that when the moment of redemption arrives, and no one knows when that is to be, that is when there is hope on the horizon. That is when I’m able to dance the inner dance. That is when I am able to be relieved of a nearly unimaginable affliction, an affliction state so out of it that it is good I had been amnesic, not knowing any better. Ignorance somehow was my redeeming quality. And, in the end, I am able to give all of this affliction up.
The relief, to begin with, seems a bit silly because I have been in such distress for so long I don’t know any better, but there comes a point where I am able to shift into the inner exquisiteness that is possible – instead of the outer appearances, that are more dire than I know.
Because I reach a point in which I let go and leave the direness behind, the reflection that unfolds is able to touch outer life as a mirroring, an effect that transformatively goes into the outer, and awakens, redemptively, a deep within wholeness from within the denseness of manifestation.
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