The White
Light Paramahamsa Swan Dream
1 Hi Everybody, this is Leo Volont with Part 1
of 4 of my “The White Light Paramahamsa Swan Dream” Series. Yeah, it had been a single video before ,
but I hadn’t explained anything, but when I began to think about it and
research stuff, well, there’s a lot more going on with this Dream than I
originally thought possible. So, yeah,
there should be a lot to think about here.
I hope you all enjoy it, but now let’s get started.
This might probably
be my most important Lucid Dream, and it occurred, surprisingly, while I’d been
dreaming about being some kind of an Insurgent who’d hijacked a bus. You see, I’d taken part in some kind of a
Raid on a Military Installation, and my part in it was to lay down covering
fire to give the main party time to get to their extraction point. My orders were to hold the enemy pursuit off
for 5 minutes and then I’d be free ‘melt
away’ and make it back for my own extraction.
2 I’d taken up a position on the right
flank of my Team’s Line of Retreat, and they seemed to be making good time
in getting away, and so far nobody came out following them. I was on a slight rise in a thin tree line overlooking
a mostly open field to my Right and down to my Front where I could expect the
Enemy pursuit to appear. I was armed
with what seemed like a vintage combat rifle, probably an old M1 Garand. After about a minute, 3 soldiers ran from Left
to Right across my Field of Fire about 250 meters out in front of me, and I was
only able to get off one shot. No one staggered or fell, but I’m a pretty
good shot and so it must’ve been a very near miss, and the thing about near
misses is that you can HEAR the bullet whiz by. It’s very disconcerting when that happens and so they
all must’ve realized how close they’d come to being killed or maimed.
3 Well, it wasn’t 5 minutes yet, but I thought
to myself that these soldiers would probably be spending the next few minutes cleaning
out their pants and praying to God. And
then, I supposed they’d think I was some kind of fanatic and I’d hold my position
and fight to the death, and so that’d mean they’d need another
few minutes to devise a plan for how they could neutralize me while
minimizing their own personal risks. I
also noticed they were going the wrong way to catch up to my Team anyway, and
so why would I even want to stop them? Let
them waste as much time as they like “barking up the wrong tree”, right?” And, well, since All That seemed to be
adding up to more than five minutes, you know, I wondered what I was still waiting
around for, and so I declared “Mission Complete” and I “Melted Away”.
4 I made it to a road along a rural stretch of
brush dry country scenery just as a bus, going my way, was picking up
passengers, and so I came aboard myself.
Well, I couldn’t conceal that big rifle. I can’t imagine why I couldn’t just discard
the thing, except maybe for the fact that it may’ve been more valuable to the
Cause than myself and that my orders had been something like “come back with
the Rifle or don’t come back at all”. So
once on the bus I felt it necessary to declare myself a ‘hijacker’
because, well, as glib as I can be in my dreams, I couldn’t think of any other reason
for carrying around a combat rifle that was still smoking from just having been
fired.
5 Well, I did my best to put myself completely
in charge, but there was a Young
Woman who began to talk back …no, I can’t remember her exact words but the
general drift of it was that, well, my Actions were in Contradiction to my
Purpose… that me and my Partisans were supposed to be fighting FOR
the People, but instead, there I
was, waving a gun in their faces, and so she was wondering if I knew
what the hell I was doing.
6 So, yeah, it looked to me like she was gonna
make things difficult. My Survival
Response should’ve been to exercise complete brutal authority towards that
Young Woman, AND that would’ve
kept everybody else in a state of shock and at a safe distance. But, well, she was right
about my ‘moral imperative’ and she’d said it out loud, and soon it’d sink
into everybody on the bus that she was RIGHT and that I wouldn’t shoot
anybody…. And then what would happen?
They’d all turn on me! That’s what would happen. But
that would take a while. People were
still fear struck and it’d take time for them to think it all through. But I couldn’t let that Girl speed up
the process with her correct moral insights and courageous leadership,
could I? So I had to come to terms
with her. But it wasn’t like we
could have a private confab or anything. So I just looked at her and… without
uttering a word I just THOUGHT…yeah, I
THOUGHT at her , with my eyes burning with the Will to Communicate … and so I
guess my eyes were ‘shouting’ at her something like – “What were you thinking? Why’d you have to say that? Couldn’t you just go along with my
bluff? Or are you trying to get both me
and yourself killed? Now, just behave
yourself! Okay!?.....”
7 Yeah, I said all that with my eyes, but her
eyes seemed to be talking too, and then I found my own eyes replying to her
eyes with …….. “Well, Okay! Okay! You
Win! I’m outta here, but just give me
five minutes or five miles! Okay?”
Well, it might be hard to believe, but her
Eyes replied with a crystal clear “Okay.
Deal”… yeah … Okay… fine. Apparently
that’s something we can do in Dreams? But
yeah, she really seemed to have gotten into my head, or maybe it wasn’t
Telepathy, but the both of us were really just good at picking up on each
other’s body language or whatever. But,
yeah, this whole dream was getting really weird, and so I started looking for a
place to get off.
8 And, you know, there’s another thing that I
hadn’t thought about for years, and that’s, well, what happened to the
Rifle? It just sort of vanishes somewhere during that interaction with the
Girl, doesn’t it? … you know… I wasn’t even thinking about it anymore.
It vanished as much from my Consciousness as from that Dream Scene. But, yeah, none of the Passengers tried
jumping me, and so it really didn’t matter enough to notice anyway, right? And, heck, you know, it might have been part
of the ‘Deal’ my Eyes made with the Girl’s Eyes.
9 So, yeah, I stepped back from the Girl and
turned to face front to see where the bus was going, and about a minute goes by
when I saw that we were passing an old abandoned railway freight yard, and I remembered
that the tracks would lead towards my own extraction point, and so I went
forward, and like an ordinary passenger, said to the driver … “Hey, please pull
over and let me out”. As I was going down
on the stairs getting ready to get off the bus, I looked back and told the
people “Uhhhh, Sorry for the inconvenience.
And, oh, by the way, it’d probably be best if you all pretended this
never happened, you know, “No Harm No Foul”, right? And besides, the Cops will think that some of
you were, you know, in on it with me and you’d ALL be held for
interrogation, and nobody wants that to happen, right?” Then I looked up at the young woman, and, yeah,
I was pretty sure she thought I was trying to con everybody but I was also
pretty sure she’d just let it go and they’d all follow her “courageous and
morally correct” lead, and I’d have the time I needed to make my ‘get away’. Then I looked down and noticed I wasn’t wearing
any shoes.
10 Well, in Dreams, when one finds oneself barefoot
it’s a sign that one’s on Sacred Ground.
And This somehow made me realize that I was Dreaming, which turned the
Dream into a Lucid Dream, and so the intensity of the dream ramped up significantly,
and that empty Railroad Freight Yard became an exquisite place of beauty. The dust, dirt, rust and puddles sparkled
like diamonds, rubies, emeralds and pearls.
11 Well, this wasn’t my first Lucid Dream, and
so I knew to set aside the plot of the “Ordinary Dream”, and then do what I’d
planned to do for my ‘next’ Lucid Dream. So it was like I was working from my Lucid
Dream Checklist: First I hoovered up in
levitation, then I raised my legs off the ground and folded them up into
a lotus position (really, I can’t explain why, but your Dream Levitation
and Flying will always be more efficient if you do it from the Lotus
Position. You see, the Trick with
Dream Flying is to think of yourself as being on a Flying Carpet, but
without the Carpet). But yeah, I leveled
off at about 10 feet above the ground and started intoning Aums and
began to meditate on my Kundalini (yeah, here’s another thing: a Dream Guru once told me that even a few
minutes of Dream Kundalini Meditation is worth thousands of hours of Waking
Meditation, and so it made sense for me to try to do it in a dream, right?)
12 Well, not even a few seconds passed before
the air, or perhaps the ‘space’ itself, began undulating out in waves and ripples from some central
source point about 10 meters out in front of me, like somebody threw a stone into
a pond. And then the clear air
all around turned an other-worldly shade of rose violet or magenta (well, yeah,
you know like “Light Purple” in Guy Colors) but, yeah, that was indicating
an upper shift in Frequency for the entire Dream Scene.
13 I was in a state of curious expectancy
when that central source of the ripples ripped open as though a hole had
been torn through Reality. Instantly
the jagged tear formed into a perfectly round circle, like a Portal between
dimensions, an opening about a foot and a half in diameter, and out of it
poured a pure White Light – it appeared like burning magnesium in front
of a chromium mirror. It all looked very
Waking-Consciousness Real. I’d
had Lucid Dreams before but nothing ever or since as visually intense as this.
14 The substance of the White Light quickly
took up a form – a Paramahamsa Swan in profile.
No, not a living bird or even a realistic representation of one, but a
very ornate statuesque idealized version of a Swan, filling out the Circle with
its Form (like a big Coin). And it was
amazingly beautiful – and despite the high intensity of the White Light I could
still discern the textures of the shapes and all the fine details. You know, as
they say about Spiritual Light – it can be very intense without hurting your eyes.
15 But
after only a few seconds the Swan of Light shot across the distance and
penetrated into my forehead (yes, inexplicably going from being very
large to being very small). And then a
new Swan formed up to replace it, and likewise it shot across over into my
forehead… and again and again and again, each time forming up more quickly, but
each time the ornate and elaborate Paramahamsa Swan became simpler, and
simpler, more streamlined and plainer
and plainer. Finally they were coming,
pulsing into my Forehead, at a rate of 4 to 8 times per second. The birds had simplified down to mere ‘Vees’,
like as in the way little kids draw flying birds in their crayon drawings. Oh, and they weren’t coming at me in a
straight line, but in a revolving corkscrew spiral. It was kind of really
Cool!
16 When I awoke, my Ajna Chakra was still
pulsating with the feeling of this Spiritual Energy. It was no longer perceptible as Light but
tangible as a pressure sensation. And
that sensation spread from my Ajna Chakra to my Crown Chakra as well and down to
my throat and heart chakras, and even now, more than a decade later, just
thinking about that Dream brings back those same sensations.
….. Well, that’s it
for Part One, and now onto Part Two of my 4 Part Series. That’s where we’ll begin discussing what all this means. And Part Two should be a lot of fun because
we’ll get into where That Girl comes from. And Yeah,
Thanks Everybody. Let Me go, I’ve gotta start shooting Part
Two.
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17 Hi Everybody, this is Leo Volont with Part 2
of 4 of my “The White Light Paramahamsa Swan Dream” Series. So, yeah, let’s get started…
Well, you know, before we discuss the Meaning of this
particular dream, I think we should start off by discussing just how one goes about
doing Dream Work. I’ve talked to a lot
of people about Dreaming and many don’t really seem very familiar with the
terrain, and often they’re far more passive in their Dreams than I think they
ought to be, you know, describing their dreams as being acted out around them,
with themselves being mostly only like spectators.
18 But I can understand why
People might be passive, because, well, being an Active Player in
Dreaming does have its difficulties, you know, because often it’s difficult to know
what to do. Yeah, sometimes you may start off in a dream
with an awareness of the situation and enough working dream memory to make
sense of things, but often that’s not the case, and it’s more like you’re
just plopped down in a Dream without knowing what the Situation is, what
your Persona Role is supposed to be, or who anybody else is, BUT still somehow
you’re supposed to be able figure it all out.
But, yeah, over time and with practice you get more and more comfortable
with appraising dream Situations by their context, and by picking up on plot
clues and social cues. And then
you do the best you can with what you have to work with, you know, just like in
Real Life.
19 So, yeah, every dream is like a Test of your
Adaptability, and you can think of it like you’re being graded on your performance
and the choices you make. So, I’ve come
to feel that dreams are not so much about ‘Dream Interpretation’ and ‘What
They Mean’ as they’re about finding out how you respond to different life circumstances,
and what kind of Person you’d be from situation to situation. And the Dreams don’t pre-determine that. You’re making Dream Changing Choices
with every move you make, every word you speak. And, yeah, in the short term it is
difficult to know whether your choices are Right or Wrong. Only over Time can you really be sure where
the Trends in your Behavior are leading.
But if you stay committed to your Dream Work, trying to do your best,
then it will make you a better person.
And, no, I’m not saying that I’m such a wonderful person because of all
the Dream Work I’ve put in, but I can tell you I’m better than what I would’ve
been?
20 So Okay, now that we can place this Dream
into the context of being part of a continuing Dream Work, well, what kind of understandings
can we get from this White Light Dream? Now, yeah, the dream came in two parts, so
let’s start by looking at the first part, you know, before it went Lucid. Okay, so what I’m thinking here is that we
should focus on the Girl. Yeah,
who doesn’t like girls, right? And,
yeah, if we decide to make a Generalized Symbol out of her, well, then
it seems like she’s been in my Dreams before.
And that seems to be a characteristic of how I know it’s her – you know, she’s the Girl whom, whenever
I see her in a Dream, I think that I’ve seen her before – sort of an Archetypical
Girl – that’s to say, she’s always a Young Female Character with important
lines and consequential actions.
21 Anyway, there was one Past Dream with that same
‘Symbolic’ Girl that presents a good example of making a wrong Dream Choice,
you know, doing something one regrets, and that one wishes one could take
back. Yeah, an Ooops kind of Moment. It was a dream I had years after this White
Light Dream, but it shows our Girl in action and might help us to establish her
Archetypical Character. Yeah, in that
Dream (I call it my “Bad Decision Dream”) the Girl was in Uniform, which isn’t
odd for any of my dreams because I was once in the Army and so that Uniform
Motif pops up again and again for me. It’s the same as with the University… in
Dreams I keep finding myself going back to School a lot.
22 So, yeah, This Bad Decision Dream began
with she and I sharing a taxi this time, instead of a bus. During the ride we didn’t speak and she kept
to herself, but, as I said already, I recognized her from before, though I
remained puzzled concerning any of the prior details. When the Cab finally stopped to drop us off,
it was in front of the largest Building I’d ever seen (more broad and expansive than just being
Tall), and, well, she seemed in a hurry to get to a Meeting or something, all while
I was still just standing there, looking around, wondering what I was even there
for.
23 But, seeing that she was about to go her separate
way, well, I couldn’t just let her walk out of the Dream Scene like that (yeah,
and here I gotta explain something…. in Dreams when a Character goes “out of
your sight”, you know, when you can’t see them anymore, such as by walking through a door or even just
around a corner, well, that’s an effective ‘stage exit’ and they’re already
gone and there’s no finding them after that, no matter how hard you look
for them. If you ever do see
them again it’s because they came back looking for YOU.)
24 But, yeah, before the Girl could make
it out of my sight, I made the decision to open up to her about our previous
acquaintance, or as much of it as I could guess about it. So I told her I knew we’d met before, but I
couldn’t remember where or when or even whether we hit it off or
not, but that the Past was Past and Now is Now and so why not
just “Let me have your Phone Number” and we could take another roll
of them dice and see if things play out better for us this time. ….. Yeah, Smooth, huh?
25 Yeah, I know how stupid you all must think
that sounds, because, well, everybody knows that ‘phones’ don’t
even work in Dreams (yeah, it’s New Technology and our Collective Dream Minds
haven’t had a chance to digest any of that yet.
You know, the Collective Dream Mind is still struggling with the
Automobile), but, yeah, what else was I
supposed to say to the Girl?… you know, we all KNOW what asking
for a ‘Phone Number’ REALLY means, right? …………… But, yeah, she stood there and listened to me….
but then it’s like she decided to not even acknowledge a single word I
said. She just turned and walked briskly
through the Building’s big Swinging Doors and effectively did her ‘Stage Exit’ out
of my dream. [clap and shrug]
26 But then the Dream segue-wayed to
later. I was in that same huge Building,
apparently some kind of Administration Building, and since I hadn’t figured out
where I needed to go yet, I was standing off to the side in a lobby reading
Directories on the wall, hoping to catch a clue, when I saw her about to
walk past – still seeming in a hurry to get to that Meeting. Well, the one thing I did know for an
absolute certainty was that I’d already been “brushed off”, and so I
mustered up enough discretion to just stand back and pretend to be
invisible and project no more presence than if I had been a potted plant.
But, she saw me anyway, and
looked at her watch, and decided she had a few seconds for me and suddenly her hands
were full of Religious Medals, you know, like what the Catholics wear, each
one granting the protections and patronage of some Angel or Saint. Then she said “Here take these” and dropped
them into my upturned hands. Yeah, some
of them were even gold. And then she turned and continued on to that
ever beckoning Staff Meeting of hers.
27 Well, THEN the Fog engulfing my Dream
Memory cleared enough that I could remember at least one dream where I’d seen her before. She was Our Lady, the Blessed Virgin
Mary, Queen of Heaven! So, Yeah, the
Line between Archetypical Girl and Matriarchal Earth Goddess can be a bit
blurry. But, anyway, not long before
this “Making All The Worst Choices” Dream, I’d dreamt of being up to Her Palace
in Heaven, and I’d seen Her there, although, yeah, it was Her in Her more
mature Queen of Heaven Persona … looking like a Healthy 48, with Her hair just beginning
to grey… you know, Older but still the same.
28 Her attire had been more Modern than
Medieval and more Work-a-Day than Ceremonial.
I remember Her outfit being in tones of matt silver and grey…
almost blue. Her Crown was Minimalist… you
know, Just enough to ‘say’ “Queen” without a sparkle or glimmer more. So,
yeah, it all seemed really dialed back, and this whole venue had a ‘Business
Hours’ feel to it, like She was there to Work, not to Dazzle. So I started to look around to see what the
accepted behavior mode was. It seemed to
be Quiet Attentive Respect, and I picked up the vibe coming from the
Attending Angels, that met my Eye, that any kind of Worship or Devotion would
have been way out of place for the present.
29 Yeah, Her Palace here, from the inside, appeared
to be a huge white marble dome. She was
standing under the Center, on just a flat marble floor, patterned in white and
black… no Thrown… which gave her the freedom to turn about and place Her
attention in any direction, while the Petitioners were supposed to stay close
to the surrounding walls. When She
wishes to speak to anybody She just waves them over.
30 Well,
after a while, long enough for me to catch on to the protocols, she motioned
for me to approach, along with two old Clerics that She also waved over, each carrying
his own a large black leather bound book. She motioned for them to hand the Books over to
me, and then I was instructed to deliver them to a young scholar down here
below, and then I was dismissed. One of
her Attending Angels thought to help me and told me of the most expeditious technique
for Astral Travel I’ve ever heard, which he suggested I use in order to quickly
dispatch my present errand. The trick he
told me was to make myself “very still”, yeah, that’s what he said –
“very still”, and just have the intention to already be where I want to go and
then I’d be there. And, Yeah, …
POOF! I was already there. Cool trick! Huh?
31 The Young Man was with friends and so it
didn’t seem like the best time to talk to him about how Our Lady Queen of
Heaven commissioned these books just for him so he could use them to Save the
World, so instead I told him “Here, you should know what to do with
these”. Yeah, Is anybody thinking
what I’m thinking, that maybe I might have really screwed that up. You know, what if he was a Real Person
dreaming and thought it was just another stupid dream because nobody told him anything
different? You know, I might have at
least said “Excuse me. This is very
important. May I have a moment of your
time”…and, you know, take him aside and tell him what’s what, you know, that
I’m a Messenger from Heaven assigning him a very important mission. ….. But, well, I didn’t and so we can
only hope that he had the Intuition to figure that out for himself.
32 Or maybe it was for
the best that I didn’t bother him with the details. Afterall, that young man wasn’t chosen for
being Stupid, and these were really impressive looking Books bond in
Black Spanish Leather with Pages Gilded in Gold, and so he’d have to have been a
total idiot not to be curious about them, right? And, no, I didn’t see myself in any Mirror,
but MAYBE I looked the part of a Divine Messenger. Heck, I’d just been up to Heaven, hadn’t I, and
so I must have met the Dress Code up there, right? And then we’d also need to consider that if I didn’t
PUSH HIM then he’d be free to believe himself to be Self Motivated, which
might be better under the circumstances. You know, if I’d told him he was on a Divine
Mission then he might go around talking about having some Divine
Authority, and, well, wouldn’t people just think that’s crazy?
33 And,
besides, the way I think that Dream would work is that the Wisdom from
those Books would pass into him …. you know, nobody wakes up in the
morning laying next to a couple of Big Fat Books from Dreamland, do they? ….
And so I think the Knowledge imparted by those Books would Shine By Its Own
Light, right? So he’d AUTOMATICALLY
take it seriously, wouldn’t he? …. And,
besides, if Our Lady had wanted the Job to be done ‘Right’, well,
She would’ve picked somebody else besides me to do it, wouldn’t She? So apparently She wanted it done the way I’d
do it, and that’s exactly how it got done.
So, yeah, that makes it another Mission Accomplished and I Melted
Myself Away.
34 But, yes, in that ‘Handful of Religious
Medals Dream’, while She was much younger, still, that was the same Our Lady as
I saw up in the Heavenly Palace. And,
you know, about the same thing happened to me before in another Dream, though
the Older Lady was not in a Palace in Heaven, and the Girl had been a whole lot
younger. In that Dream I was on a
College Campus and with me was this perfectly sweet lovely Little Girl, not
more than 5 or 6. I didn’t know whether we were Students or
Staff, but we weren’t going to any
Classes, no, we were going from office to office, from department to
department, from meeting to meeting, with me holding her little hand all along
the way, you know, she REALLY was a Little Girl, and so you have to
hold hands, don’t you? And you know
Little Girls… if you don’t reach down for their hand, they’d just be reaching
up for yours, right? So it wasn’t like I could forget – We held hands. But,
yeah, she certainly needed no help speaking for herself though, and, well, and I
wasn’t sure whether I was escorting her or she me. But, yeah, when the end of the Day came… I
mean the end of the Dream, … well, I was saying my good-byes and telling her
how charmed I had been, when she suddenly became an Old Woman…. Yeah, still
beautiful, with her Eyes and Smile exactly the same, and she told me the
pleasure had been all hers. Yeah,
that was a sweet dream and I never did figure out what it was supposed to
mean.
35 So Okay, now where does that bring us
back to? Well, back to that “I Made a
Terrible Mistake” Dream. Yeah, it was really
embarrassing for me when I realized it – you know, asking for her “phone
number” and all… you know, effectively I’d tried ‘hitting’ on the
Blessed Virgin, right!? Yeah, Oops! …… But don’t think this is something that
could only happen to an Idiot like me. “Our Lady” is actually a common Archetype,
you know, a Sub-set of the Goddess Archetype, and She can cross
Religious Lines simply by going by different names and Appearances. And unless you’re an accomplished Scholar
in Comparative Religions, well, She’d probably just look the same to you as
any other Dream Girl, right? You know, She
fooled me, didn’t She? But, yeah, somehow you still have to get used to
recognizing Her so at least you know when to behave appropriately,
right? Or you can simply behave appropriately
towards everyone in your Dreams… and that’d be good practice for Real Life too,
wouldn’t it?
36 A good example of this kind of thing is
given to us by the Medieval Code of Chivalry, you know, in the sub-section on
Women where they are respected as Ideals.
Really, it’s a mistake to believe that Time inevitably brings Progress
and that today is necessarily better than days gone by. The High Medieval Culture from the Golden Age
of Christendom, you know, about the time of Saint Bernard during the 12th
Century or so, well, it was actually far more Spiritual than our present Age of
Materialistic Decadence today, don’t you think?
37 But, Yeah, a couple years after that
“Terrible Terrible Mistake Dream”, I met
this same Girl Archetype again in another Dream, and, again She was in
Uniform but this time She was just a bit older.
She had gotten a promotion or two and now She was my Commanding Officer.
Our
Unit had just been de-commissioned and all Her personnel were being re-assigned
and so, before shipping out, I was in her Office giving Her the “I’m Proud to
have Served under You” Speech, when she interrupted me to tell me that we’d
serve together again… In the War of 22”… yeah, that sounds ominous, doesn’t
it? But, yeah, put that aside for the
moment and Take Note of this, it’s important: that this was the same Girl as the one
from the Bus, you know, the one with the “correct moral
insights and courageous leadership” who made a deal with me with
her eyes and the next thing I knew I was having the most intense Lucid
Dream of my Life. And, Yeah, I always
felt grateful to Her for that. So…
well, maybe that’s why I tried to ask her out, you know, before I remembered who
She was and that I’m supposed to be able to behave myself better than that.
….. Well, that’s it
for Part Two, and now onto Part Three of my 4 part Series. Yeah, in Part 3 we’ll try to make sense of the
Lucid Part of the Dream: you know, what
the White Light means and what the Swan symbolizes, and why any of that would have
anything to do with me. Oh, and I’ll give you all a Hint… that it may
mean I’m Enlightened, but being Enlightened might not mean what you
think, but that might just be my Intuition speaking. But, yeah, Thanks Everybody. Now, let me go… I gotta start shooting Part 3.
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38 Hi Everybody, this is Leo Volont with Part 3
of 4 of my “The White Light Paramahamsa Swan Dream” Series.
Now let’s move on
and look at the Lucid part of the White Light Dream.
The Paramahamsa Swan
Symbol, from what I know of Vedantic Hindu Indian Traditions, is suggestive of
Enlightenment and Realization. But
then we find, as the Legends tell us, that the God of Creation, Brahma, BUT
ALSO Saraswathi, his Consort, who’s the Goddess of Knowledge and the
Creative Arts, well, that they’re both carried around by the same kind
of Paramahamsa Swans. So, okay, that
makes Two Birds… not just One. So, if
there’s Two Birds, then does that mean there could be two forms of
Enlightenment?
39 And because the
Paramahamsa Swan is so integrally connected to the White Light in my
White Light Dream, well, I’d infer from that that the White Light would
be some essential element in the Enlightenment Process, but, yeah, which Enlightenment
Process, or are we looking at Both at the same time?.. if that’s even possible.
Yeah,
I’m thinking here that we might need to dig a little bit more into my Background
to get a better idea of what’s going on with my Dream here.
40 I’d actually experienced the White Light
before, but in Real Life, and so we can look to see if we can find any clues
there. So, yeah, there was a Sikh Guru who
came to town, Thakar Singh (1929-2005), one of the many Sikh Gurus who’d claimed
Succession Rights from Kirpal Singh (1894-1974). Well, to
put this into context, let me tell you that way back in College, when I’d
first just gotten into Spirituality, I had friends who were Kirpal Singh
Devotees, especially one in particular, a Young Woman, certainly the Purist and
one of the Prettiest Girls I’d ever known.
So, I might’ve joined up with them, but Kirpal Singh was FAMOUSLY Very
Strict about celibacy, Vegetarianism and putting in most hours of the day into meditating. Well, I knew I couldn’t comply with that,
and didn’t feel like pretending to be, and since those Kirpal Singh People
weren’t my only friends, well, that meant I had the latitude to keep ‘shopping’
around for some more User Friendly Spiritual Path, and it didn’t take me
long to find one – a derivative of Kundalini Yoga that wouldn’t take up
too much of my time or crimp too much of my style. But about a couple of decades later I still
had plenty of respect for Kirpal Singh and anybody else who could plausibly say
he was Kirpal Singh’s successor. And
that’s when I heard that Thakar Singh was on tour and coming to Town.
41 So,
yeah, it was 8 years before my White Light Dream, and I showed up at one of Thakar
Singh’s advertised events, and without having to pay a dime, I got a chance to
sit with some others about ten feet away from him, and we were supposed to
close our eyes, and he’d advance along the line and take a moment to focus on
each of us, and when he got to me, well, there was the White Light! Yeah, first thing I did was open my eyes a
little to make sure they weren’t screwing with me somehow, and, no, I didn’t
see anything suspicious. And it wasn’t some
trick with my visual field either, you know, like ‘negative’ after-images from
looking at bright colored lights before closing my eyes, or pressing on my closed
eyelids which would create a Light Bloom.
No, that darkness behind my closed eyes remained dark, BUT, the
White Light I experienced was inside my forehead at the position of my Third
Eye Ajna Chakra. No, it wasn’t “bright”
but it was there, like seeing a 5 Watt “Night Light” Bulb through a tissue…
mild but noticeable.
42 But this Initiation had it’s
limitations. It wasn’t like my Kundalini
Initiations where I was allowed to keep ‘em and take I ‘em home with me afterwards. Thakar Singh’s White Light was gone in an
instant! Yeah, when he moved down the
line, well, the White Light moved down with him, just as though he was walking
along with a Book of Matches, lighting each one of us up in turn, but being
careful to immediately blow each one of us out again before moving on. It felt kind of dismissive. But, still, I was rather
impressed. I’d just gotten back from a
trip to India, and while I had plenty of Stories to tell, it was only back home
that a Guru was really able to do anything as significant as this White Light “Demonstration”,
as limited as it was.
43 But, yes, I’ve thought of Before and After
in order to determine whether there had been any lasting effects that Thakar
Singh’s momentary Initiation into the White Light might have had for me,
and, well, NO. Nothing New happened for me, and all the Same Old Stuff
stayed the same. It seems only worth
remembering as a curiosity. But there
may be other factors to consider. For instance, when Thakar Singh died he
appointed Sant Mat Baljit Singh as his successor, a fine man who has been
sending me his magazine, “Know Thyself as Soul” for the last 20 years or so, and,
again, without me having to pay a dime. So,
yeah, maybe I’m supposed to keep my eye on Baljit Singh.
44 Also, there is this
sweet and very accomplished Spiritual Lady, specializing in The Right Hand
Brahma Path of Transcendentalism. Her
name is Miriam, and she has a YouTube Channel “The Ocean of
Consciousness”. Well, The only thing I have in common with Miriam
is her connection to Thakar Singh… she was a Devotee of his. And, If I hadn’t known that
about her, well, it’s likely I wouldn’t even have noticed her. And,
yeah, she sort of reminds me of my Old College ‘sort of’ Girl Friend, you know,
that Devotee of Kirpal Singh. Yeah, I
figured that if Miriam could be successful on that Path, then my Taller
Prettier Purer Girl Friend must have been Enlightened years ago, and Good for
Her, right? But none of that’s really
connected to that White Light Initiation, is it? So, yeah, maybe Thakar Singh’s White Light
Initiation was just some kind of a Calling Card from Spirit, something
that Had To Happen so that Something Else could happen later.
45 But, yes, where
were we?.... we’d been discussing the Possibility that the White Light
may be somehow instrumental with not just one mode for Enlightenment but two –
a Right Hand and a Left Hand Path. Well, was there anything I did in
life that might have cultivated the White Light or given me some susceptibility
for it, in either One Way or the Other?
Well, there’s my Kundalini Yoga, but in the waking state, the “Kundalini”,
in the System of Kundalini Yoga I belong to, well, it seems more like a
“Pranic” Airy Energy, that comes across as just a ‘pressure sensation’, and not
like the ‘Liquid-Fiery’ Energy that we usually associate with the
“Kundalini”.
46 Yeah, I’m
something of a skeptic in regards to even my own Guru and his System,
where the ‘Kundalini’ is so mild and safe that, well, if it’s Mild
and Safe then how could it be the Kundalini, right? But, it is some kind of a “Pranic Airy
kind of Energy”, and it does open up Chakras that weren’t open before,
and so while I don’t think it’s Classic Kundalini, well, it’s got to be Something.
But, yeah, It still makes me uncomfortable following
my Guru in calling it the “Kundalini” when I know that so many people
would have very good reasons for disagreeing. If only he’d named his System “Pure Energy
Yoga”, or something innocuous like that, then these misunderstandings
about the “Kundalini” could have been obviated.
But, yeah, if I was cynical I’d say that my Guru used the word
“Kundalini” for it’s greater commercial appeal, although he was certainly
scholar enough to know what it really was, and so he must have intentionally
concealed the name of what he was actually working with. But, yeah, It’s a good thing I’m not cynical,
huh?
47 But, yeah, I’ve
had plenty of Snake Dreams and THAT’s about as Kundalini as you can get. And once in such a dream I was confronted by
this BIG Cobra Snake, and well, a Dream Guru suddenly appeared who said “To
Kill One Snake You Must Use Another” and he suddenly had another Cobra Snake by
the tail and was swinging it around over his head like a Lasso Rope and
released it so that it tangled up into the other Snake, you know, like one of
those Caduceus [kuh·doo·see·uhs]
Symbols that the Medical Organizations use… and the snakes both
tightened around and constricted on each other until both their heads EXPLODED
in a burst of White Light. So, yeah, that
would be my only Kundalini Association to the White Light. But, well, now that I think about it, what was
that Dream supposed to mean? It seems to
indicate that the White Light manifests during conflict in order to
overcome resistance. It can also
be kind of Destructive too, huh?
And aren’t Snakes supposed to be Bad Things, but they have plenty of
White Light in them, don’t they? But how
Bad could they be if for a moment they did look like one of those Medical
Caduceus Things that I suppose are symbolic of Healing somehow? So, yeah, that Little Dream asks more
questions than it answers, doesn’t it? We
better move on!
48 But still we’re
no closer to discerning my Path, are we?
So let’s get serious. What would
make me different enough to be a kind of Lightening Rod for the White
Light? I just grew up with a normal
childhood just like everybody else, didn’t I? Well, not exactly. I’ve always
been in about the top 15 Percentile as far as mental functionality is
concerned, and that could possibly be a factor, you know, that the White
Light can only flourish in those who are a bit on the Bright Side already.
49 And then, during my
childhood, I did have some unique interests that may have set
their mark on me. For instance, My
First Noble Ambition, starting when I was 6 years old, was to be a Pilot. This happened after I had witnessed two light
planes collide and then crash, both spinning into the ground while one detached
wing trailed behind, up in the sky, fluttering down like a wounded butterfly… I
suppose I was impressed with the feeling that Flying and the risks involved could
be exhilarating, but even then I was sensible enough to look across at the
airfield and see that the vast majority of airplanes were perfectly okay,
meaning that their pilots were as alive, hale and hearty as everybody
else, all while enjoying the “bad-boy” notoriety of being Super Cool Dare
Devils. And, well, so it seemed like becoming
a Pilot would be to take on an interesting kind of Heroic Persona while having
some real fun that would be well worth a few risks, right?
50 But I also had set for myself as a condition
for Learning to Fly that I had to first learn how to juggle in order to
train myself in quick hand eye coordination, for, after all, I wasn’t crazy,
and I knew that to minimize my risks as a pilot, well, I would have to be a GOOD
pilot, right? Also, there was the
consideration that if they thought I was awkward and clumsy, well, they
wouldn’t let me anywhere near a real airplane, would they? So training myself to a quick and sure
dexterity would be a good way to advance both my Safety and my Success. THEN, to help me along with the sheer physical
exercise of doing all that Juggling, well, I brought music into the mix
as a kinetic motivator, and that gave the hobby of Juggling a Life of Its
Own. Yeah, I designed Throw Patterns to LOOK
like the music while keeping the throws and catches in time to the music.
It turned me into a Dancing Juggler.
51 But, yes, eventually I put the balls aside,
you know, People mistake Jugglers for Clowns, and Clowns have huge Persona
Problems, but I stayed with the dancing and music, and then I learned to play a
number of musical instruments by ear. And while I did get the Flying License,
well, Airplanes actually aren’t very useful, and I replaced them with racing motorcycles
and fast cars. Now, at first you
wouldn’t think so, but Dancing and Racing have a lot in common, particularly
with how the Minds of both Dancer and Racer must be able to precisely model the
Physical Forces and Limits that Reality imposes upon Performance, with the
difference being that a Racer has to know his or her Vehicle as well as the
Dancer knows his or her own Body.
52 Then the special Trick to Dancing and
Playing Music is that they are both highly conformative, with the song you are given
being a circumscribing structure, BUT there are an infinite number of
ways to comply within those boundaries.
A dancer can design his or her own choreography, and the musician can
arrange his or her own parts. Now, none
of that is fixed precisely by logical imperative, but is rather in the domain
of Aesthetics… you know, whatever seems beautiful, clever or cool works
fine as long as it still ‘fits’ within whatever Parameters of Timing or
Key that apply. And all that
optionality brings Intuition into play, you know, how can you decide
what’s BEST when there’s no hard or fast standards to go by? So, perhaps the Factor that separates
me out from the crowd was my high exposure to Intuition and Intuitive Flashes.
53 Well, but then again, there was also my
ability to follow through on achieving my First Noble Ambition – that I really
did learn how to fly by the time I was 16. And, you know, I largely did it by
myself. Neither of my parents wanted to
explicitly support me in it, not wishing to be the one blamed if I got
myself killed. Yeah, but they paid for all my siblings’ music lessons, all
while I had to hump golf bags to pay for my own Flying. And, no, I never resented them in the
least for that screw-over. But,
yeah, so only having myself to depend on, and myself to confide in, and then
being SUCCESSFUL at it, well, that made me self-reliant and sure of myself.
54 Yes, as a Boy I was my own best Role Model,
well, if you don’t count all those pilots I sat up at the counter with, in all those
Airport Coffee Shops, wearing my little aviation style dark glasses and my cute
little imitation Bombers’ Jacket… Oh,
Wait a second… when you think about it, well, Who was Role Modelling for
Whom?... you know, I was so much into cultivating and presenting the Image of
an Archetypal Pilot, though in miniature, that it was more like I was THEIR
Role Model, right!? You know, just Imagine
how hard those guys had to try in order to be “Good Examples” for the
“Kid”? …… But, yeah, however all that went, well, all
that Aviation Stuff worked out for me, and it gave me a kind of an early swagger
that usually only the Jocks ever get to experience, but I was an Intellectual,
and that gave the Swagger a unique feel, don’t you think? It would especially set me apart when I went
to College.
55 Of
course, well, ‘Swagger’ really isn’t “Spiritual”, is it? Yeah, once at College I was putting up fliers
for a Spiritual Meeting and a friend of mine reacted in surprise, telling me
“But Leo, you’re the least Spiritual Person I know”. Yeah, I laughed and said “thank you”. But he really did have a point. My over-abundance of self confidence probably
looks a lot like Ego, and that’s the Spiritualist’s worst Enemy,
isn’t it? But, yeah, maybe we can account for that later
with one of those Spiritual Paradoxes I’m always trotting out. So, yes, enough of that for now… let’s get
back to our discussion on Intuition.
56 You know, it’s my guess that a lot of people
are probably not very familiar with what an Intuitive Flash even is. So, well, let’s explain: what happens with an Intuitive Flash
is in a split instant you are given a plan for the next 5 to 10 seconds
and all you have to do is just “go along with it”. Any hesitation will nullify the Flash. They are In the Moment Kind of
Things. That is: You need to pull that
trigger NOW, or take that Pool Shot NOW, play that Riff NOW, jump
on the table and dance between those drinks NOW …you know, whatever the Intuitive Flash dictates, you
gotta do it without any hesitation. And,
no, they’re not Infallible… you still have to be able to perform up to
the level of the Intuitive Conception.
But generally they work as promised if you just follow through with the
Flash. And the more Intuitive Flashes
you get, the more you learn to trust them – going along with their Flow, and
your performance level will in time come up to meet the demands of your Intuitive
Impulses.
57 Also, there’s a kind of barrier set up for
Intuition. It’s what I call the Magic
Ninety Minutes. You know how People
talk about Flow and Being in the Zone, well, when you look into
Flow and Zone Theory, you’ll notice that you see the term “90 Minutes” coming
up again and again. Really, People
who just practice stuff for an hour are really cheating themselves. Really, after just an hour, you’re
still just warming up. After 75 minutes you can sense the change that’s coming.
But after 90 minutes, well, you’re
warmed up to your peak and your performance becomes “inspired”. Yeah??, if you are just
starting out with something, it won’t make you an instant expert, but
you will be in the Zone for rapid learning, and your learning will take Intuitive
Leaps.
58 So, maybe my Susceptibility to the
White Light was fostered, first by aspiring to and then by working
towards a Noble Ideal, and then by all this cultivation of Intuition. And when you think about it, well, isn’t that
really just doing exactly the opposite of Meditation?... you know, by practicing the active
Arts, and developing Kinetic or Conceptual Skills. Quieting my Mind and Sitting Still would have
seemed like a huge waste of time, wouldn’t it? But always thinking, thinking, thinking and
always acting with a sense for presentation and image, well, that was working
out great for me, wasn’t it? ………… So, okay, what kind of Path does that sound
like it’s suggestive of? Well, isn’t
that the Path of “Knowledge and the Creative Arts” for which the Goddess
Saraswathi is the Patron Goddess? And, yeah, in Cultural and Mythical Terms they
do speak of Feminine Muses and Inspirations in conjunction with
the Arts, but aren’t the Arts really just so much Practice Practice Practice,
so much so that Intuition has to kick in. Really, nowhere on God’s Green Earth can one
find Long Labored Dedicated Enthusiasm without also finding Intuition. It may very well be that Intuition is the
Left Hand of God, and that to attain it, we only need to Reach out and take it …
preferably for more than 90 minutes a day.
….. Well, that’s it
for Part Three, and now onto the Fourth and Final Part of my Series. And in Part 4, well, we find that the White
Light might not be the only thing going on, and then we’ll do some Comparison
Shopping between the Two Forms of Enlightenment. But, yeah, Thanks Everybody. Now let me keep
shooting…
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59 Hi Everybody, this is Leo Volont with the Fourth
and Final Part of my “The White Light Paramahamsa Swan Dream” Series.
Anyway, considering
everything I’ve learned over the years, I’ve come to think that while the White
Light is very important, well, it’s not the only thing. For instance, I had a very recent Dream which began as I’d arrived at some kind
of a Fair Ground. I was carrying
something in wax paper wrapping and opened it up to take a look. Well, Damn! there was this Food Thing that
was all beat up! It seemed to be a cross
between a donut and a bagel, but it had too hard a crust to be a donut, and it
was too thin in girth to really be a bagel, but I wouldn’t know what else to
call it – a bagel that’d lost too much weight? And while it was mostly off-white like a
bagel, it had a bit of a salmon-reddish tint.
Well, just having that kind of spectral color tells us this was
an important dream.
60 So, yeah, that Bagel Thing showed a lot of hard
travel. But, yeah, I was lucky
with this dream, in that it seemed to have come with a lot of contextualized
memory and so I had a good idea of what my circumstances were. I seemed to be at this Fair to make an
OFFERING of that Bagel Thing to a Guru, where an offering is ceremonially
required, and it was either offering THAT or nothing, and Nothing
would be Extremely unacceptable. Yeah, I was really anxious about
offering a Guru something in such bad shape. But, no, I couldn’t consider the option of
swapping it out for anything ‘better’ because I felt that ‘the Bagel
Thing’ might have originally come from Loving Hands and had been cooked
especially for this Guru, and that the Job of delivering it had been entrusted
to me, and I couldn’t dodge that responsibility now, could I? And, yeah,
my regret was that I allowed the Thing to get so “Road Worn” in the first place,
but when I accessed the Dream Memory and took a look, well, the trip had been so
tortuously convoluted that it seemed remarkable that the Bagel Thing had
survived as well as it had. And, so,
yeah, I thought about it and then I figured it’d look much better if I could
keep it entirely out of sight, and so what I did was I wrapped the Bagel Thing
back up snug in fresh wax paper and went to the Presentation, figuratively
SKIPPING to keep my best foot forward.
61 So I approached the staged-up square that
was central to this rather crowded Fair where the Guru and his entourage were
sitting. Really, it was actually
remarkable that I could pick him out at all.
He wasn’t Indian. There was no
turban. He wasn’t wearing robes. In fact he was wearing something even less
“formal” than a tee shirt, and whatever that was, it wasn’t clean. He looked about 40, which seems kind of young
for a Guru. And He wore his hair almost
in a Buzz Cut. He hadn’t shaved for
days, and had the physical build of an old Heavy Weight Boxer. He looked really more like a Bouncer or a Body
Guard than the Boss. But, sure
enough, I was right about him being the Guru. Or maybe it wasn’t the case that I knew who
the Guru WAS as that I knew who he WASN’T, you know – none of the others “stood
out”. And, yeah, when it came to “Standing
Out”, apparently this Guy knew that it could be done in One of Two Ways, and he
figured that Way Two was way easier than looking his Best.
62 I presented myself with a bow and offered the
Wrapped Up Bagel Thing to him, and he took it pro forma, thanking me for
it without really looking at it, and then just tossed it back into a basket
where it mixed indiscriminately with all his other offerings. A great feeling of relief swept over me that
the deplorable condition of my offering hadn’t been discovered. …… And, yeah, I
know what some of you must be thinking, that Top Notch Gurus know all things
and can read minds and such as that, and so why should I go through all the
trouble of trying to ‘fool’ such a Super Being?
Well, if Mind Reading really is a Thing, then certainly it
can be used as a secondary means of communication, can’t it? So consider this, that my extreme anxiety to
please, even if evinced by apparent acts of deception, well, wouldn’t that be
interpreted as a token of RESPECT, and then his nonchalance in response, well,
I could take that as an acknowledgment of my own and the my offering’s acceptability,
as well as an expression of his own anxieties in regards to making me feel
welcomed. Yeah, considering all that, I
would think that being able to read minds would only make things even more
complicated, huh?
63 But, yes, with the Preliminaries over,
there was no further ceremony, and he pressed his Thumb against my Forehead,
and, no, my head didn’t Light Up, but a dense and powerful Clear
Energy pulsed into my Ajna Chakra. No,
it was not blissful. In fact it
was really quite uncomfortable – just shy of crossing the line into pain,
but somehow I knew it was supposed to be like that and so I leaned into it. The Initiation continued on for a while
with the pulsations spreading throughout my entire body which spasmed as
though from electric shock, and then my Dream Consciousness externalized and I
saw myself from the outside while still feeling everything my body was feeling. I guess that meant that I passed out, but
only just for a moment, because I remember being able to walk away from the
Stage after the Initiation thinking that I certainly hadn’t expected anything
like that to happen.
64 But, yes, we’ve spoken of the White Light
and now we’ve introduced this Clear Energy, and so now we need to ask ourselves
what the distinction is between the two. Well, if we take a look at the White
Light first, well, the White Light may be versatile enough to support both the Right
and Left Hand Paths. You know, as the foundation
for the Male Brahma Right Hand Principle of the Transcendental Undifferentiated
Consciousness, well, the White Light can “white out” contrasting details
leaving only a uniform Oneness. But that
same White Light, as the Left Hand Saraswathi Feminine Principle, it
could be the substance behind Conceptual Intuitive Flashes and Inspirations, and
then by shining through the ‘Prism’ of Spiritual Dualism, well, it could show
itself in the full spectrum of Elaborative Colors and All Possible Images.
65 Now what about the Clear Energy? What possible use could it play? Well, Look at that Dream, where we can see
that all the Forms of that Initiation were in conformance to Traditions,
but, well, the Appearances themselves were Contrary, you know, with the ‘central
character” of the “Guru” being ‘played’ more as being Earthy and Vital than
Spiritual, right? So I get the sense
that the Clear Energy would be a Grounding Energy, and not so much
Cerebral or Conceptual as just plain Useful. So the Clear Energy may be more about
Orientation of Being, Sense of Presence, Perception Magnitude and Scale of
Reference, Will to Action, and making Connections. Yeah, without the Clear Energy, it may be
just too easy to lose one’s self in the White Light and the Oneness. It may be the case where The White Light and
the Clear Energy meet at the Table of Liaison between the Above and the Below,
or they’re a kind of Heads and Tails of the same Coin that must be Tossed if
our Enlightenment is to cover both Heaven and the Earth.
66 But then we would have the Problem where the
Right Hand Path, the Enlightenment of Brahma, would really have no use for the
Clear Energy. After all, they WANT to
get lost in the White Light. They
don’t Care to liaison with any part of Duality.
It may be the case that while Both Paths may utilize the White Light,
that only the Left Hand Path of Saraswathi can have any use for the Clear
Energy… heck, the Clear Energy quite simply may be what Duality
is Made Of or Based On.
67 But
the Right Hand Path not having any use for the Clear Energy is just part of the
Problem. The bigger issue may be the
Transcendentalists’ contempt for us. For them Dualism is a Dirty Word.
They wouldn’t want to think that there can even be such a thing as a Left Hand
Enlightenment, because they would need to concede enough to Dualism to
admit that there can even be both a Left and a Right… it
would be a violation of their Perfect Oneness, the Condition they enjoy at the
Top of their own special Maslow’s Pyramid which necessarily has to
ignore everything else below it.
68 And
it’s not as though there hasn’t been a lot of Scholarship in regards to the
various Levels and Planes underneath that Highest Transcendental Level of All
is One. Those Intermediate Planes, all
well above our own, are there for what must be very good reasons, right? And, really, I should have paid more attention
to that Scholarship except that I myself at the time was under the sway
of the Right Path Transcendentalists who insisted we ignore all that “Lower
Stuff”. But, really, being able to
Spiritually access the Higher Intermediate Planes could turn out to be really
Useful. And it’s NOT really “Lower
Stuff” at all. It’s only “Low” when we
compare it to that Amorphous and Meaningless Transcendental
Oneness. Again, it seems like a
Paradox where for some reason we designate the most Useless region of
Consciousness, the Transcendental, as the Highest. But aren’t the Transcendentalists as LOST as
the most materialistically focused mealworm grub? Yeah, the Transcendentalists Go So High, so
far OVER THE TOP, That They Effectively Circle Back Down to Lowest.
69 Yeah, the Transcendental Mystics dedicate
themselves to a harrowingly strict discipline of Meditating for years,
in order to achieve a very rare State, that actually may be aberrant or
pathological, where, for only a Moment, they can experience themselves,
perhaps delusionally, as All Things, All Knowledge, and All Consciousness… but then
they can only return to us empty handed and empty headed. But what they do remember, and this
is tragic, is that they’ve never had a stronger or a more wonderful
Experience. Honestly, doesn’t that
sound like a Dopamine Addiction? Yeah,
it’d be perfectly consistent with them hitting a Psychological State where
their system was flooded with Dopamine, the Feel-Good Hormone. But, no, of course they wouldn’t see it like
that. We need to keep in mind that
Delusions and Hallucinations appear to be REAL. Yeah, when you think about it, doesn’t Lucid
Dreaming PROVE that the Mind can counterfeit Reality.
70 So, it’s like they got some Big Bucket Brimming
Full of Absolutely Nothing and it becomes their Greatest Treasure. And compared to all this Glorious
Nothingness, well, the Gift of their Family and Friends, their Places and
Positions in our World, and even their very own Lives now seem entirely
insignificant and secondary. They no longer
care about anything except Pushing that Big Dopamine Button a Second Time,
which makes them double down on whatever the Path it was that got them there in
the first place, like the Rat in the Experiment that gets an Orgasm each time it
pulls down on the Red lever. But it’s not so “Easy” the Second Time, and I
suppose that’s because the first time they weren’t so hyper neurotically
obsessed, but now they are, and that changes the entire dynamic, you
know, there must be a big difference between Calming Meditation and Obsessively
Compulsive Meditation.
71 They
call it “The Dark Night Of the Soul”. And, well, just like with an Unrequited Love,
the intensity of the yearning fades with time, or at least for those we see
mingling in our Society. Maybe a
significant number of them stay “Hunched over the Switch”, like many of those Experimental
Rats, in feverishly meditating until their early deaths finally Liberate them
from their Quest for Liberation.
72 But those who are fortunate enough to save
themselves by giving up on a constant debilitating around the clock pretense
with Meditation, perhaps realizing themselves, that their attitudes are now all
wrong for it, well, what are they supposed to do now? The way I see it is, whether they are aware
of the puzzling paradox they get themselves into or not, well, many of them find
their Purpose in Life by proselytizing for their Transcendentalism,
in what they call an “Illusory Universe” but which we call Our
Society. Yeah, since their lives have lost all
meaning, they have nothing better to do but to tell us our lives are
Meaningless!? But we’re busy doing a
lot of cool stuff, aren’t we? And
if they should look at what they themselves are doing now, well, haven’t they
re-adopted all the same Goal Oriented, Seek the Good, Avoid the Bad, behaviors
that characterize OUR Dualist Orientation? How are they NOT acting exactly like us now? Yeah, they’re using our Duality Dynamics to
tell how we need to escape from Duality??? Yeah, this is a Paradox they actually
recognize themselves… their Gurus call it “Using one Thorn to extract another”. But, yeah, that’s them admitting that Dualism
works for them too, so it’s kind of hypocritical that they should dump on us
for it, isn’t it?
73 Yeah,
that’s what they’re doing. And, sure,
maybe we should be more sympathetic to their plight. After all, well, knowing what happened to
them psychologically, the poor devils, well, yeah, we can understand that
they’re convinced of the World’s comparative worthlessness, but we ourselves
should know better, and yet their intensity and conviction makes them
seem persuasive and trustworthy. [?]So
we let them talk us into Not Caring too?.. and turn our backs on our
World and All our Friends?
74 They spread their Darkness across the face
of the Earth and call it Light. All the
Names they have for it: Enlightenment, Liberation,
Realization, God Consciousness, Nirvana, Satori, Samadhi, well, they’re all
just euphemisms for a Dopamine Addiction, aren’t they? But
the big kicker for them is simply the Raw Sensuality of it. No,
it’s not God. It’s just the Greatest
High they’ve ever Had.
75 Yeah, check out some of their Videos. Without even blushing, they compare it to
like some super big sloppy Expanded Field Orgasm. Yeah, that Prim and Dainty Miriam, Follower
of that Sikh Guru, Thakar Singh, that I was talking about in Part 3,
well, in her Video she talks about orgasmicly Squirting Out through the
top of her head to achieve Nirvana. Eeeeuuu Yuk, right? Yeah, how big a Cigarette
do you need to smoke after one like that?
You know, this is the kind of stuff we’d expect Drug Addicts to be talking
about, you know, like ‘shooting up’ Heroin laced with LSD and Psilocybin
Mushrooms with just an ‘edge’ of Meth to keep things lively ‘Man’, all while
having vibrating sex toys shoved up everywhere the Sun don’t shine. Eeeeuuu. Yeah, I know there’s plenty of people who’d
try anything once….. BUT it’s not exactly a Noble Quest, is it? It just sounds really creepy, doesn’t it? But we’re expected to give up our Lives and
our World for something almost exactly just like THAT? Yeah, this is what I mean when I speak of Huge
Wrap Around Spiritual Paradox, that unless it IS a Paradox, well, it
wouldn’t make any sense at all.
76 So how do they dare denigrate us, and
why do we take it from them? We need to
realize that we have the better Deal going on here. The Left Hand Path of Saraswathi is the
much better Enlightenment: It’s the Discerning
of Truths in and behind our Moral and Aesthetic Values, and then Finding
Perfections in the Kaleidoscopic Randominity of All Things…. of Discerning Answers
where most people don’t even see the Questions…. in defying the dry narrative of prosaic prose
with flights of Poetry…. In shortcutting the careful stilted transections
between A and B and C with Intuitive Leaps to Omega. Yes, the Mystics can Swoon over the
Memory of their Eternal Moment in the Lap of God, but that’s all while we’re every
day Singing, Laughing, Acting Up, Playing and Making Really Cool Stuff.
Yeah, those Transcendental Nihilists can
only come to us Empty Handed and Empty Headed, while we Artists and Creators,
under the Protective Wings of Saraswathi’s Big Bird, well, we have something to
show for all our troubles – our Art, Poetry, Engineering Feats and
Life Performances.
77 But what does all this mean in regards to my
Dream… yeah, remember that? Well, we
should know enough by now to be able to walk through that dream and call out all
the actions, right? But, yeah, let’s
start by considering the Rifle and My Terrorist Hijacker Persona. My attempting to impose my Will upon the Girl,
well, that presented a Clash between my Vital Earth Material Energies against
the Girl Goddess’s own Spiritual Energies, and such a Conflict would need to be
resolved, and such it was. Yeah, the
Rifle just vanishes, and my tone with the Driver and the Passengers becomes civil
and polite. Then, my going Lucid in
the Dream was an Onset of Awareness and Discernment into the Truth of Things. And then my deciding to Levitate and
Meditate was a conscious turn from the Mundane “Railroad Freight Yard” to
the Spiritual “Get Away”… you know, the “Extraction” that I’d
been seeking ever since Mission Complete when I had nothing more to
accomplish than simply to Melt Away.
So, yeah, everything resolved in the Girl’s favor and then was
ceremoniously consummated by my being Zapped with Her White Light, which
came from BEYOND this Dimension, through that Portal that had formed up out of
the Rip in Reality, and had even taken up a Form, you know, the Emblem of Her Legendary
Vehicle, the Paramahamsa Swan. Certainly
that put the Brand of Saraswathi upon my brow. Now, I can’t say whether or not
I was technically “Enlightened”, because, well, what exactly would
qualify as being Enlightened when your Initiation is into Saraswathi’s School
of Arts and Knowledge, except maybe just that simple Access to Her Intuitive
Flashes that come in any regards as long as one remains Artistically, Socially
and Intellectually Active, right?
78 But, yes, now we’re left with one remaining
puzzle, concerning whether there’s a conflict between this Old White Light
Dream and the recent Grungy Guru’s Clear Energy Initiation Dream. Remember
that in the White Light Dream my Vital Energy, symbolized by the Rifle, had
been taken away from me, leaving me disarmed.
Well, that “Rifle Symbol” really wasn’t much of a big deal, was it? – it
had been an old obsolete One Shot and Miss Energy where I couldn’t hit
what I was aiming at anyway, and on the Bus I wouldn’t have had the Will to shoot
anybody anyhow.
79 But with my recent Grungy Guru dream, well,
hasn’t the Vital Energy been returned to me, but now in some kind of Sanctified
Form, after a Formal and Official Initiation, and by a Guru, if not so clean
and tidy, was nonetheless notable for His Size, Strength and Gravitas? Yeah, in the White Light Dream, I may have
only been stripped of my Vital Power because it had been in Conflict with the Archetypical
Girl. But that doesn’t necessarily mean
that the Vital Energy is a Bad Thing. It
may be a Good Thing when it is used FOR the Girl and NOT against Her, right? SO, has Vitality been returned to me now
because I might soon be needing it? Or
maybe I should say WE might soon be needing it? Yeah,
Does anybody else remember that portentous mention of the “War of 22” from Part
Two? Yeah, it has me worried. You know, sometimes I wish I was just making
this stuff up.
Well, that’s
it! I hope you all liked the
Series. I’m putting some of my older
videos into Editorial Re-write so I should have something for you soon. Thanks again for visiting.
