I was told to dream and dream big. One day when I questioned the veracity of my dreams, I found them all unreal, not pro life on any touch stone. They were incapable of any delivery in the wake of the laws that actually deliver.Dreams do not deliver, I realized – Action does. Any act, effected by the law are actually an ‘accident’ or ‘happening’ . Our own Conscious Act can turn the effect of the accident as we Intend.
Dreams have played three major roles in my life, all of them ‘life spenders’ – takers, rather than givers.
One may interject here and claim, ‘But dreams keep hopes alive. They guide you by your hand on the track that leads you to your goal’.
I studied lives, needless to say, by studying my own, walking inside and from inside to inside wherever I found some receptiveness and I Saw. I Saw Alexander the (so called) Great, was ‘great’ because the historians made him ‘great’. They determined the yard stick of greatness. They fixed the criteria derived from Alexander’s successful military campaign and evaluated Alexander’s success based on these criteria. To me he looks like any ordinary sleeping soul who did something idiotic, extremely violent and anti life in his endeavor to win the world. Winning people is not killing people. No one would want to rule a planet where no living souls dwell.
May I ask – why is winning the world in such a violent manner considered great? Why is traversing through the continents plundering, looting, raping and murdering from this end of the world to the other defined as ‘great’?
Alexander was a great dreamer, I can safely say, and so are we. Aren’t we? We walk out of a dream into another dream without questioning the veracity. Why? You know when I asked this question I was taken aback not by the impossibility of the question but by the ‘shock’ this question provided me. The little ‘why’ turned into big ‘how’ by the glimpse I saw following the question. How can one ever know one has walked out of a dream and not into another dream? Is this where I am? HOW would I ever know that where I am is Here? How do I walk into reality from within this dream world?
Questions are a womb of potential answers. The question conceived the answer, gestated and delivered – “Dream is a projection which isn’t here.”
What does this mean? I confronted every question and they answered. I concluded that, actually, every ‘there’ is a dream which isn’t ‘here’, and that we are inclined by a death instinct which curses us to walk away from life which is here, and that the commonality of our dream is what makes abnormality appear normal in this dream world, and finally, that this is so obvious, but not to the dreamer who sees with closed eyes.
How can dream characters ever know they are not dreams? How can they know that this is a dream world?
So, how do I Un-dream? Where will I land?
This time I don’t confront the question. I walk inside the question and cocoon. I come up with the answer. The only way to Undream is to UNDO all ‘there’s’. By ‘undoing’ every ‘there’ I UNDO every dream. I UNDO the unreal.
Unsure of my ability to verify the veracity of my status, I can safely say – at the moment I can only dream of Undreaming.