Dreams on the path and Stylized Cocoons

I had several interesting dreams this last week, and I can’t remember if I put them in my blogs or not. Still, it’s interesting to comment on them in terms of evolutionary development

I am playing tennis at some courts, and there is a contest with other players. I look across, and a large helicopter is trying to fly. Something is wrong, and the pilot can’t control the aircraft. It starts to hit into rocks and hills and buildings. The pilot desperately tries to regain control, but the chopper finally crashes into the ground. It’s a horrific accident. Miraculously, there are two survivors who walk out.

I am deep down underground in an ancient cavern. There is a pool. A monster ( a giant elephant with a gaping mouth) emerges from the water, ready to swallow me. I am the size of a small monkey (The dream is playing out before me like I am watching a movie. I am both the formless observer of the dream, and I am also associated with the monkey character and its feelings). I (the monkey) am terrified of the monster, and I climb up the walls of the cavern, up into higher levels of buildings, to escape the monster.

I watched Joseph Campbells ‘The power of myth’ this week. One of the myths is ‘The Jonah Story’ where the hero is consumed by a monster, or fights and kills the monster and integrates the monster into his being. The monster is symbolic of the forces in the unconscious that wish to consume the current egoic identity. In my case, there have been several dreams of something ominous under the water that wishes to surface, and which could threaten me. I have been experiencing a lot of difficulty recently as the kundalini process burns away blockages in my body, and have been oscillating between states of bliss and despair. I keep on returning to identity with the grasping ego, which is a state often devoid of laughter and lightness. This is understandable, as whenever blockages are cleared by kundalini, I seem to engage in another endless round of egoic shadow work, (which is not the most fun way to spend a Saturday night, deep in the depths of despair and fear. I sure haven’t been the most fun date in a while!!) The helicopter dream seems to point at an attempt of transcendence, but I am unable to break free from the games and conflict of the ego. My identity in the helicopter dream is still based on the earth, in the world of matter and the senses. At some point though, I have to allow myself to be consumed by the unknown force of the emerging unconscious, and to surrender into that, hopefully transcending and including ego. Its a letting go and being taken; there is no other way around this.

I relived the dream in my mind, allowing myself to stay in the pool, and getting eaten by the monster, feeling all the feelings that arise. It seemed to shift my experience. The last few days, it’s as though an expansion has occurred, or rather, a release into a background sea of bliss and humor and love. I lie in bed, and I am gently adrift in a supportive net of bliss, which shines through all feeling, thought and experience of the senses. I don’t know how long this will last; I am not making any predictions. I couldn’t sleep last night, and I have been having odd flashes of memory release last night and today, which indicates another wave of purification coming on. Wherever this process goes, it’s been one hell of a ride.

Dream. I am digging down into ancient rocks. The rocks take shape, and a carved out face appears in the rock. I am the custodian of this rock.

I suspect that that the rock represents almost eternal structures which are emerging into my consciousness, and the forming of the face represents an emerging identity with these structures.

I have a sense though, that some type of transition has been made. I won’t kid anyone that it didn’t hurt, and god alone knows how to navigate these things. I don’t know how to do this; each step requires a unique jump and a good measure of faith. However, beneath everything, has been the felt expansion I mentioned above, and a healthy dose of continuous humor. I am seeing the funny side in life again. This is different from previous energy unblocking, where I would fee euphoric, high, slightly manic, and so on, yet without this everpresent sense of gentle compassionate loving humor. I seem happier that I have been for a long time, and as long as keep resting in this everpresent sense of relaxation, the humor keeps surprising me (or rather life surprises me with humor). I really do think God is having a lot of fun at our expense!!

Life is funny if you look. For example, I was on the MRT (the underground) today, and I notice a middle aged Chinese couple looking rather serious. The woman was made up, had a styled died slightly orange hair do that looked as if it had been in a deep freeze, and she was wearing smart pants, smart shoes, a designer t-shirt and a Luis Vitton hand bag. She was obviously wealthy, and was maintaining a disdaining air of superiority. Then, I noticed the colorful, glass encrusted design on her T-Shirt. She obviously couldn’t read English, as the design (which had some English text among the beautiful glass beads) had been attached upside down. The design was at least the size of a dinner plate. I looked closer at the words. They said “Porno! Marketing for the products of the adult.” I couldn’t help laughing at the joke. She probably would have died of embarrassment if she knew what her shirt said. Yet, she wore it proudly into the day. How often do we blatantly flash our ignorance as we sit in our stylized cocoons of self imposed grandiosity??