i dream therefore i am

Below is my attempt to introduce some of the greatest insights ever dreamed, and they suggest there’s another mindset available to us, and as the mindset sets in, the sages say a person becomes harder and harder to offend.

Indian sages have described reality as having three parts:

The main reality is the world of truth. Truth is everything existing. Us too. All is truth. Only truth can exist. When a lie is told, it will always be true a lie was told. Situations cannot be any other way.

The next part of reality is non-truth. It is composed of nothingness: the total nonexistence of physical things, non-truth = non-being, non-existing

The last part of reality is dreaming and is called maya. The dictionary definition of maya is “the illusion or the appearance of the phenomenal world” which is to say dreaming is the illusion or the appearance of the world which comes about when we experience our surroundings via our senses.

Maya has no real existence because it’s not physical, but it’s also truth in a way because the dreaming actually happened. Maya is a combination of the first two parts of existence: the real and the not real together at the same time.

Why think about maya? We dwell on maya in order to realize we dream even when we are awake. The brain is full of maya and produces it automatically. Maya is the state between being and non-being developed by the brain.

Our minds interpret what we sense, so what we get is secondary and not primary. The primary is reality itself. And between the primary and the secondary the sages say a dream is formed. (The dream might be of having a better wife or wanting a more caring husband or thinking about a friend who’s a real friend or thinking of friend who might be an enemy or the dream of having a new car, etc., etc.) Dreams aren’t real but they have happened and are happening.

All of this means dreams don’t last but atoms do. The search for fulfillment could be called Let’s get to know the Atoms. Since dreaming keeps one’s identity in place, I dream therefore I am. By daily interrupting the unbroken dreaming habit, one can come to know truth.

What advice, if any, would you expect here? If you are searching for that something extra in life, start meditating

(classical meditation: relax by sitting comfortably with eyes closed and repeating a mantra and/or relax by sitting comfortably with eyes closed and paying attention to the breath)

and read what the sages have left for us. Do these things (daily is best) and you may experience being an actual part of the Universe knowing for sure you are not separate and knowing you belong.

Don’t rush because you are able to rush. The trip is the thing. Become constant with the philosophy “easy does it.” Life’s greatest adventure is not a dash for the finish line. Not having to complete life’s greatest adventure will bring it within reach. So be cool.

If you don’t know where to start, I recommend Zen Mind, Beginner’s Mind (Informal talks on Zen meditation and practice) by Shunryu Suzuki. Also, the recorded conversations (in book form) of Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh are excellent regardless of the mess he got into here in the U.S.

 

the game of life

I’m imagining I’m in my crib slobbering and goo-gooing and in comes the one I love to see, and my mouth opens wide squealing and my legs kicking and hearing sounds and seeing lips moving and smiling, and I’m picked up and the lips kiss my forehead and cheeks and the one I love puts me back down into the crib. I feel so very good as I pull myself up bobbing and weaving to stand in my crib unaided for the first time.

Down the road I came to recognize a sound and decided the sound was referring to me. I became me, the name, the ID: the one who will eventually choose and figure. My body is the one seeing, feeling, smelling, etc. Today I’m guessing I’m an arrangement in a powerful brain inside of a body which has mobility, language, and will. The last one is critical and is my specialty, it’s my duty to choose. And starting out it was easy.

I didn’t know where I came from until I was told by a girl in my Sunday-school class that I came out of my mother’s stomach. And I asked my mother and she said so too.

I went to church three times a week with my mother for years and they taught that I had an eternal soul inside of me, and to be safe for all eternity, I had to believe and trust in Jesus to be saved from terrible punishments that would never stop.

So, I believed and trusted. Yet I still wasn’t totally honest all the time, and I treated others as I would like to be treated but not all of the time. I was caught shoplifting a pocketknife when I was twelve. Knives weren’t kept under glass when I was a kid. This episode in my life turned out to be a good thing.

The important thing is I was and am a normal human being. I, like everyone else, have either a constant flow of language going on inside of me, or I have language coming out of me, or I’m paying attention to language sounds coming from my surroundings.

Our desire to continue this constant gathering in and reeling out of language must be the reason why there’s a hugh market for entertainment. It’s a wonderful thing to have the opportunity to relax and hear and see the best ideas and things going and to read what others are recommending. What a relief it is to be entertained. 

As one matures, one eventually and naturally wonders about the answers to questions like Does my life have a purpose? and Why am I here? Unless your mind has been made up for you. Which is usually the case until one starts to think for one’s self.

However, it’s not likely we carry around from birth a purpose to complete, and it’s more likely a purpose can find us by appealing to us and then convinces us. How so? Purpose can’t talk but situations can pull thoughts out of us. For a long time I’ve thought there’s no special purpose for anyone, and circumstances help to make it so. 

Beyond giving our gifts to the world, what is there? Can we give something to ourselves? Can one explore without becoming religious? The spiritual philosophies of the East appear to be the oldest and best. Excluding Hinduism’s many gods, is there anything else besides Buddhism and Zen Buddhism which comes close to the depth of their spiritual insights?

Are Buddhism’s ideas about personal fulfillment or enlightenment valid? Does communing with one’s being plug one into the universe? Can existing without language   for a while each day eventually bring a realization which completes a human being?

Countless sages in the past agree there’s more to life than a life where one’s identity dominates all of the time. This is because of its ancient position of decider and planner. 

A normal type of life is all we can expect when normality is all we want. The search-for-enlightenment meme is one of the oldest memes existing. 

No search is necessary because the sages agree our wonderful and powerful carriage is the key. Commune with it silently and it will take you home.

Desire will prompt an adventurous baby to climb out of its crib to explore. Does language represent a special crib which naturally, without malice corrals the normal life?

We don’t notice the corral because being occupied with language has always been the case. There’s no expectation of anything more after death except an afterlife. Is the belief in a never ending joyous or torturous afterlife the ring in the nose of the followers of most organized religions?

Are we all dreaming and snoring, and this rumble is the breath of identity: the wonderful and powerful tool of language? 

dreams

Am I real because I can be the cause of real stuff happening — even if it’s happening only inside of a single brain?

Are dreams ephemeral biological life forms? Am I a type of living dream? 

Am I a dream in the tradition of I think therefore I am? Am I living in the sense that I’m permanently tied to a creature which probably created me naturally as a useful extension?

What is belief? A dream within a dream?

 

interesting and useful

Do I want a better me? How could it happen? Could it be that finding out who I am and what gave birth to me and why I exist help the process?

Even if I find out these things, what then?

Will the human animal still have to learn how to deal with me, the chief, the one who decides? If so, how can it be done? Must I lead myself to a state of no language and be patient? Does the being need coaxing for it to reveal its full awareness?

Would understanding the truth about truth and the meaning of meaning help? It might. Here goes.

Is truth everywhere and exists only in the present moment? If so, this means that truth is the exact way everything is in our ever changing nowness. The dictionary defines truth as being in harmony with reality.

Meaning builds itself from actions: from what I do and don’t do and what I think or don’t think.

Is it that I don’t find meaning—it finds me when I’m doing something useful and interesting for a while just like happiness finds me when I persist in doing interesting and useful things?

So, is it that I’m a complex dream of the gifted steed I ride? Did my brain give birth to me and I’m here to help steer my being’s way through truth (our world and its challenges) and to make choices which help to create meaning?

So, the primary adventures are finding useful and interesting things to do and then getting good at doing them and finding out we are all useful and interesting dreams of the beings we ride?

 

time and talent

Is it that I wasn’t there at birth?
Am I an addition?
An identity developed naturally by interacting with family, clan and culture and used as an interface to the world for the being that was born? Then what?

Do I develop into an imaginary entity who knows best how to use its steed? The steed’s my host and has the most wonderful equipment and tools given freely, and it’s a permanent home for me: its biggest and best dream. And the being has no name because it’s mine.

Is it that the being doesn’t care about names?
Is the being’s calling to provide only time and talent?
Can the being be discovered and experienced outside of my lair of language?

 

the adventure begins

Do you think it’s you
who is able to recognize the scent of a rose
and shiver with pleasure at the colors in the sky?

What if it were not you?

Are you and I utilities of our beings?
Is it that we don’t take up any room in the brain?
Are we special circuits in the brain?

Are we complex dreams created to
aid the being
and we took control naturally
when we began to recognize our name?

And the adventure begins…
and to skip a long story…

What’s the ultimate?
Finding a way to commune with (experience)
one’s own being?
(there’s that double possessive again)

How? All the sages agree on this one thing.
Somehow the daily stopping of the
flow of language does the job.

 

 

word clouds

At bottom, is a belief a type of dream? Are beliefs word clouds that rain upon me without end, yet aren’t some of them pointing to an inexpressible creative energy, to something beyond belief? Is the real beyond belief?

Is this stable but changing moment all there is? Is time a stationary but moving target? Is it that the past and future can only exist in the nowness that’s so large it can’t be conceived of yet so small it can’t be measured?

Is it that I can’t know the mystery using any of my thoughts, so should I try to see if I can know it directly without using words?