Path: utzoo!utgpu!news-server.csri.toronto.edu!rpi!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!samsung!uunet!stanford.edu!eos!data.nas.nasa.gov!news From: jeffty@sco.COM (Jeffery Tye) Newsgroups: soc.religion.eastern Subject: A dream Message-ID: <1991Jun26.190457.22473@nas.nasa.gov> Date: 26 Jun 91 19:04:57 GMT Sender: news@nas.nasa.gov Organization: The Santa Cruz Operation, Inc. Lines: 56 Approved: prabhu@amelia.nas.nasa.gov I've been having this recurring dream which I feel the urge to write about. Ultimately, I realize it means nothing, for it is but a dream. Silence. Emptyness. Peace. I am awareness. I am without form. I am consciousness. There is nothing else but the Self, I. The feeling is beyond words, neither pleasurable or unpleasurable. There is no beginning or ending of this awareness/nothingness. I am not identified with anything, not even the awareness. It's peaceful and yet that word is inaccurate. It's everything and nothing at the same time. Beyond words or concepts. Suddenly, a bubble appears. I observe this bubble without judgement for it is not real. It is an illusion. I observe the bubble as if watching a movie. The bubble, though, has a sense of identification with itself. It says, "I am, I am all, I am God." The bubble starts creating other bubbles within itself. Those bubbles create other bubbles and on and on until it seems as if there are infinite bubbles within bubbles. The bubbles are beings, worlds, universes. I see love, violence, anger, joy, colors, sounds, everything. I still view this scene in front of me without judgement. I'm dispassionate about it. It just appears and changes constantly. It appears to be real but it's not, only a dream. I see countless dreams within dreams, worlds within worlds, beings within beings. I see beings moving from one dream to the other. Beings telling other beings what to do or not do. I see beings worshiping other beings. There are levels of beings. But none of them are real. They are identified with themselves as if they were real. Occasionally a being appears which realizes that it's not real, only I am. One "I". The entire dream is identified with itself as if it were real. But it's not. It's magnificent. A vast ocean of thoughts, emotions, creations, worlds, beings, forms appearing and disappearing. I remain unmoved. It is only a dream and not who I am. The God bubble continues to create forms which eventually disappear. Nothing in the dream is continuos. It appears from nothing and returns to nothing. Only I remain, only I am real, and even I am not identified with myself. The dream continues on, changing shape constantly, yet I remain constant, unmoved, ever peaceful. That's the end of my dream. I awaken within the dualistic world again. Have any of you had dreams like this? Jeffery -- Jeff Tye SCO Marcom Public Relations Dept. .!uunet!sco!jeffty jeffty@sco.COM