NikolaiI
05-10-2008, 11:23 PM
Sorry for the double posting, this is also a blog entry, but the blogs aren't formatted for discussion really.
So I just had a dream and in which was a vision, which really blew me away, and while I know I won't be able to elaborate on it so it is a work of art, or a creation of beauty, since its essence was that of such beauty and somehow imperative, I am impelled to try to share. In my vision I had a very close personal relationship to The Mother, an author whose writings I've been reading.
I had spent much of the day in prayer, and chanting mantras, with the attitude of complete acceptance of any peace or wisdom the Grace could bestow upon me, but as much as possible without demanding anything-- trying to get as much benefit as possible from it. When I dreamt, I had the most amazing vision, which I know is accessible to anyone, and while I have had visions before, which stood out, this one also stood out and was very impressive upon me.
I do not remember much else but the feeling, and the way it impressed upon me I can relate. As I had been chanting mantras, I felt the effect of these in some clarity; the beatific result was that of being first purified, and also elevated. And so I saw myself in society with others who also wore this white-- I saw or understood this as to be wearing white-- and in some very close relation to The Mother.
Indeed there was a society of those who were purified and elevated, in my mind this was connected with two central pivots; the chanting-- my own spiritual practice and prayer-- and with The Mother's teachings. The platform I stand on with chanting is of course unique, yet everyone undoubtedly can come to it. And while I felt draped with this somehow transcendence, I felt there were basically two levels, and there was another level, exactly the same, but somehow a little different, if only a little more evolved, and so I was fluctuating between the two of them.
And. . . the title of this post is from something rather related. . . I also saw there to be a sort of imperishable house. This I've sort of understood for several years, that phenomenal reality is somewhat of a myth or illusion, that there is deeper reality. If we can somehow transcend this phenomenal reality then we stand outside and untouched by it. This I saw as sort of a house, and I know that everyone knows, whether they hide it or not, the path to this place.
The result of all this, which was so impressive upon me, or the only thing I can do is try to relate and encourage others.
I know some people, very unfortunately, have an aversion to life, even to God. In my dream or maybe only an unrelated memory which surfaced, also of a dream or illusion, came to me also. . . in which I was talking about God. I was simply trying to explain that there is a higher reality-- this was in my thoughts just before, a little bit today, so maybe this is why. . .-- and I couldn't find words for it-- shall we ever?-- not new ones, but the feeling was new again to me, simply, that there is a higher reality, and very importantly, that coming to God is going back to God. . .
The other side of that effort to encourage others is the somehow inexpressible support for another. . . which cannot simply be a "I hope things get better" or a half-hearted expression. . . but on the other hand is near impossible to share, because if one is having difficulty, it is surely because of the distrustful nature or feeling we get sometimes. . . but ultimately is the unshaking faith in the light which exists, in the higher reality everything is destined for, because we do not resolve into nothingness, nothingness is not the source of our being. Anyway that is all I wish to do. . . is to share this peace, and to say, it will come. . .
So I just had a dream and in which was a vision, which really blew me away, and while I know I won't be able to elaborate on it so it is a work of art, or a creation of beauty, since its essence was that of such beauty and somehow imperative, I am impelled to try to share. In my vision I had a very close personal relationship to The Mother, an author whose writings I've been reading.
I had spent much of the day in prayer, and chanting mantras, with the attitude of complete acceptance of any peace or wisdom the Grace could bestow upon me, but as much as possible without demanding anything-- trying to get as much benefit as possible from it. When I dreamt, I had the most amazing vision, which I know is accessible to anyone, and while I have had visions before, which stood out, this one also stood out and was very impressive upon me.
I do not remember much else but the feeling, and the way it impressed upon me I can relate. As I had been chanting mantras, I felt the effect of these in some clarity; the beatific result was that of being first purified, and also elevated. And so I saw myself in society with others who also wore this white-- I saw or understood this as to be wearing white-- and in some very close relation to The Mother.
Indeed there was a society of those who were purified and elevated, in my mind this was connected with two central pivots; the chanting-- my own spiritual practice and prayer-- and with The Mother's teachings. The platform I stand on with chanting is of course unique, yet everyone undoubtedly can come to it. And while I felt draped with this somehow transcendence, I felt there were basically two levels, and there was another level, exactly the same, but somehow a little different, if only a little more evolved, and so I was fluctuating between the two of them.
And. . . the title of this post is from something rather related. . . I also saw there to be a sort of imperishable house. This I've sort of understood for several years, that phenomenal reality is somewhat of a myth or illusion, that there is deeper reality. If we can somehow transcend this phenomenal reality then we stand outside and untouched by it. This I saw as sort of a house, and I know that everyone knows, whether they hide it or not, the path to this place.
The result of all this, which was so impressive upon me, or the only thing I can do is try to relate and encourage others.
I know some people, very unfortunately, have an aversion to life, even to God. In my dream or maybe only an unrelated memory which surfaced, also of a dream or illusion, came to me also. . . in which I was talking about God. I was simply trying to explain that there is a higher reality-- this was in my thoughts just before, a little bit today, so maybe this is why. . .-- and I couldn't find words for it-- shall we ever?-- not new ones, but the feeling was new again to me, simply, that there is a higher reality, and very importantly, that coming to God is going back to God. . .
The other side of that effort to encourage others is the somehow inexpressible support for another. . . which cannot simply be a "I hope things get better" or a half-hearted expression. . . but on the other hand is near impossible to share, because if one is having difficulty, it is surely because of the distrustful nature or feeling we get sometimes. . . but ultimately is the unshaking faith in the light which exists, in the higher reality everything is destined for, because we do not resolve into nothingness, nothingness is not the source of our being. Anyway that is all I wish to do. . . is to share this peace, and to say, it will come. . .