A few nights ago I found myself dreaming about my relationship to All That Is. In the dream, I was deeply embedded in All That Is. From that place, I could see that all of my concerns were unimportant, that all was well; there was simply nothing worth worrying about.
Then my perspective in the dream changed. I still felt firmly connected to All That Is, yet I was more individuated. I became aware of my perspective as a human animal, filled with longing and apprehension. I could feel myself as a young person driven by hormones and anxiety, desire and dread. Then, suddenly I was something close to my chronological age, unsure of the future, experiencing pain, and attempting to work out some relationship to aging, and eventually, death.
At this point in the dream I became cognizant of my brain, the organ of cognition and awareness that has been both a boon and a bane to human existence. I was shown clearly the ways the brain allows for individuated human experience, and creates the illusion that we are separate from All That Is. I was also shown that my apprehensions for the world were unnecessary, and that my fear that death will separate me from loved ones and places has no basis in reality.
Then I awoke. I lay for a while considering the dream, and thinking about the world. I found myself wondering how to balance the wisdom of the dream with the moral imperatives of being a human being living in difficult times. In the days following the dream I have found myself going in and out of that dream awareness. Sometimes I wonder whether the challenges of life are simply expressions of All That Is, and as such, the play of something immensely larger than us. Other times I am enraged at the greed and callousness of so many, afraid for the future generations, and filled with grief at the destruction of a world I love deeply. Right now, as I write, all of this is present.
I am aware the dream spoke to to the life of the brain, but did not directly address the knowing of the heart. I wonder, is not the heart, beneath whatever hurt it holds, always connected to All That Is? Surely the heart and brain are linked. Is not the brain most dangerous when it ignores the wisdom and compassion of the heart, and the heart most vulnerable when the brain pays no attention to need?
The dream remains close, both a reassuring statement and an unanswered question. It seems a great, if unfathomed, gift.
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