Yoma – You dream tells the old, old story of human life as it is seen from our inner life, our dream life from the huge past we all are living. Of course it is all there in the bible when it is seen from our inner vision.
All of us have the memory of our life through all ages from the Big Bang onwards, but we have become almost blind, deaf – “Do you dare to remember how many times you have denied your deepest love, your deepest wisdom, or the very power of Life in you? Peter’s bitter tears are nothing to ours. His denial was only three times, ours is often every day and all our lives. And when the morning of realisation is upon us, how may we weep?
This forgetfulness lies upon the world like a blanket of fog, a daytime night. We walk in it and call our darkness light. Believing in what we have as knowledge, we label the gleams of light reaching us, myth, legend, poetry, religion or mere nonsense. Yet the legend and dream persist in man’s awareness through all the changes of his so-called rational beliefs, his science, and his logic. Scientific attitudes constantly change, and with them the logic which depends on them, but fairy stories are as old as time. Or, to be more precise, the living experience in the story remains forever within us, though the outer details change. Thus the underlying essence of the stories of Buddha, Christ, Krishna, Baldur, Mithras, Osiris, and the others, are strangely alike. Echoes of our lost names, perhaps?”
Ah yes, “We are shattered, tattered, demented remnants of a once glorious army. Among us are Princes and Captains of Armies, Lords of Battle, amnesic, aphasic, ataxic, jerkily trying to recall what was the battle the sounds of which still ring in our ears: is the battle still raging? If we could make our way back to join the main body of the army.”
“Twenty thousand boots, slogging through hell, and I was the guy with the drum. Say don’t you remember, they called me Al, it was Al all the time. Say, don’t you remember …Buddy can you spare a dime?” See
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4F4yT0KAMyo “No, maybe we cannot yet remember the details of who we are, of our past, of how we came to be what we are, but we can feel homesick. We do walk through the houses and people and sometimes draw back into a side street and feel the fear in the question: ‘Oh God, where am I – who am I – what am I doing here?’” Quoted from
http://dreamhawk.com/inner-life/yield-chapter-one/ Your dream starts with am amazing picture of you touching your central self, but such a picture is only the cover of the massive book of your life from the beginning – a trailer of the film or your huge hidden memory. See
http://dreamhawk.com/dream-encyclopedia/association-of-ideas-with-dreams/#Working Then your lover that was torn to pieces by your unmet and integrated instinctive self. The need is to - “Make the two into one, and when you make the inner as the outer, and the upper as the lower, and when you make male and female into a single one, so that the male shall not be male, and the female shall not be female: . . . then you will enter [the kingdom].”
These are hard truths but they are ways to Life. Your dreams end with a dramatic depiction of how you got to be the person you find yourself to be today. It is the story of humankind. Mine too - This is ground zero. I am a reporter on the scene. It’s rough going at the moment.
Tony
