Plural Realities

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Maybe each human being lives in a unique world, a private world different from those inhabited and experienced by all other humans. . . If reality differs from person to person, can we speak of reality singular, or shouldn’t we really be talking about plural realities?  And if there are plural realities, are some more true (more real) than others?  What about the world of a schizophrenic?  Maybe it’s as real as our world.  Maybe we cannot say that we are in touch with reality and he is not, but should instead say, His reality is so different from ours that he can’t explain his to us, and we can’t explain ours to him.  The problem, then, is that if subjective worlds are experienced too differently, there occurs a breakdown in communication . . . and there is the real illness.   Philip K. Dick

Dream delivers us to dream, and there is no end to illusion.  Life is like a train of moods like a string of beads and, as we pass through them, they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue.  Ralph Waldo Emerson

All problems are illusions of the mind.   Eckhart Tolle

You’re a dream.  Like everything else.  Kelly Creagh

How often, you wonder, has the direction of your life been shaped by misunderstandings?  How many opportunities have you been denied – or, for that matter, awarded – because someone failed to see you properly?  How many friends have you lost, how many have you gained, because they glimpsed some element of your personality that shone through for only an instant, and in circumstances you could never reproduce?  An illusion of water shimmering at the far bend of a highway.   Kevin Brockmeier

There is an old illusion.  It is called good and evil.  Friedrich Nietzsche

Do Your Thing

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Find something you enjoy doing so much that you’d be willing to do it for nothing . . . and you’ll never work a day in your life.  Ronald G. Wayne

Do your thing and don’t care if they like it.  Tina Fey

There is no passion to be found in playing small and in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living.   Nelson Mandela

It is the soul’s duty to be loyal to its own desires.  It must abandon itself to its master passion.   Rebecca West

Follow what you are genuinely passionate about and let that guide you to your destination.  Diane Sawyer

Every great dream begins with a dreamer.  Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars and to change the world.  Harriet Tubman

You have to be burning with an idea, or a problem, or a wrong that you want to right.  If you’re not passionate enough from the start, you’ll never stick it out.   Steve Jobs

Chase your passion, not your pension.   Denis Waitley

Moving On

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Do you ever find yourself repeating something that you thought you left behind long ago? Sometimes life is like a geometric equation.  You think you’ve got it; but, all you really had was how to solve that particular problem.  You aren’t yet as skilled as you thought.

A week ago, I sat in meditation trying to rebalance and reground myself from the week’s drama and trauma with certain family members.  I re-visited the dream described in a previous post and saw it differently.  I was swimming away from shore and from other swimmers, seemingly safe, into open water which didn’t have any boundaries. Then a giant appeared and tried to drown me.  That could be analogized to my family members.  Now I see the giant as them energetically saying, “Don’t change your vibration.  Stay with us.”  If I react with resistance and stress, then I’ll stay at that vibration level.  I won’t be able to move on.

I am changing and some who are close to me are no longer pulsating at a compatible level.  It’s not that they want to hold me back.  They are expressing their vibration level more intensely.  Our paths are diverging and they must shout in order to make themselves heard.  Do I return to their path in order to hear them more clearly or do I keep moving in my new direction?

My dynamics with my family are changing.  Change is always challenging.  This is what I need.  This is what I want.  This is what I must do to move forward in my life.  I am closing out an aspect of my relationship with my family because I want a different way of interacting.  I am moving away, swimming away from that shore.

During my meditation, I realized that, many years ago, I created a circle of ancestors whose purpose was to protect me and act as a gate.  I have many ancestors or associated spirits, not all of whom support my particular journey towards where I want to go and what I want to be.  One of the reasons I took psychic classes was because I was very distracted and distressed by many energies coming at me from all different directions.  This was holding me back, so I requested a protective circle of ancestors whose purpose would be to block those spirits impeding my progression.  My circle of ancestors push me, support me, and protect me as I grow to my fullest potential.

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I Don’t Stand Alone

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Right before I woke up, I had a dream.  I was in open water, but had gone far out by myself.  I could see other swimmers and the shore.  The water was smooth, no waves.  It was a beautiful day.  Suddenly, a very tall man appeared like a giant standing on the water.  He was fully clothed with black hair and a thin mustache.  He looked at me, sank into the water, and began to drag me down.  I screamed for help over and over.  No one could hear me.  The distance between me and the others was too great.  The man pulled me underwater.  I struggled and tried to kick him, but he was too strong.  My last thought before I woke up was, “I’m going to die.”

In my half-dream, half-awake state, I tried to work out a different ending.  I felt that the dream was an exercise.  Something to teach me.  Re-entering the dream, I imagined all of my ancestors surrounding me.  There were too many to count.  You couldn’t even see the shore.  All you could see was the water between me and the man and my limitless ancestors surrounding us.  Then the man disappeared.  He was an illusion.

All of this could be an effect of watching the movie Amistad before I went to sleep.  As well, as I lay in bed, I asked the question, “How will I resolve my current challenge?”  I felt confident that an answer would await me in the morning.  I fell asleep.

Amistad is a true story about Africans who were captured in 1839, sold to Portuguese slave traders in violation of international law, and sold again in Cuba to Spaniards.  Under the leadership of Sengbe Pieh, later called Cinqué, the Africans led a revolt.  Many shipmen were killed except those necessary to return the ship and its surviving captives to Africa.

Unfortunately, the crew steered the ship towards the Americas where they were intercepted by the U.S. Navy.  The Africans were imprisoned as runaway slaves.  Because of international issues of ownership and jurisdiction, the disposition of the captives was ultimately decided by the U.S. Supreme Court who, after three years, ruled in favor of the Africans who were freed and returned to their homeland.

In the movie, while awaiting the Court’s decision, John Quincy Adams tried to emotionally prepare for an adverse judgment.  Cinqué, responding emphatically, referred to his ancestors:

We won’t be going in there alone.  I will call into the past, far back to the beginning of time, and beg them to come and help me.  At the judgment, I will reach back and draw them into me and they must come.  For, at this moment, I am the whole reason they have existed at all.

Something stirred within me as I felt the profundity of this statement.  They must come, for I am the reason for their existence.

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Awaken Into Actualization

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I was on a BART train that had come through the bay tunnel, arriving in San Francisco from Oakland.  The train stopped. Signals indicated that it was out of order.  I jumped off with other people trying to catch a train that had just pulled up.  As we rushed onto the second train, a man ran off past us and out of the station.  I grabbed a seat, took a relieved breath, and suddenly noticed that the back of the train was twisted and dented like a stomach that had been hit hard and doubled in.  It was almost as if it had melted and been molded into this shape.

We all stood in shock wondering what had happened.  Then I thought of the man who dashed off of the train.  He knew. Suddenly, I was filled with dread.  Something was about to happen.  Right now.  A train was coming into the station too fast.  An explosion was about to occur.  Whatever had caused the first train to go out of order and this one to be mangled was about to happen again.  Then I woke up.

In my awakened state, I tried to figure out what had happened.  I chided myself for being too hasty.  I didn’t even look at the train until I was within it.  I was tunnel-visioned.  I had to get on that train.  I had to get a seat at any cost.  Had I taken my time, I could have observed the situation and noticed that something was wrong.  I was in shock when I saw the train’s horrible condition.  That shock made me immobile, victim to whatever was coming.

In hindsight, I see that I have conducted most of my life in this way.  I have made hasty decisions and acted upon them.  I wanted something or someone and I focused on getting it or him with no serious thought of the consequences.  I rarely had a plan beyond acquiring my desire.

Dreaming about a train may indicate a choice of a relatively safe, impersonal, or unthreatening path or course of action and the surrender of a certain amount of control to the collective.  That was me.  I went to law school and, after graduation, to a prestigious law firm because this was acceptable and encouraged by society, family, and mentors.  My mother stated that I finally had a real job, even though I had previously been self-sufficient for twelve years in a job that I loved.

Dreams involving accidents commonly occur during stressful times.  Such dreams may also reflect the making of others responsible for what happens in one’s life.  This was definitely a stressful time in my life.  I lost my job, but not my financial obligations.  At the time, I was also caring for my mother who had Alzheimer’s.  I placed my entire focus on obtaining and keeping another job, giving no thought to whether the environment was demeaning or depleting.

In jobs and in relationships, I experienced adversity, which I blamed on the external, the “other.”  I most certainly did not consider that I chose, I decided, or that I was not yet capable of seeing beyond my acquisitions.

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For You I Have Provided

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Last year, on Day 13 of Oprah/Deepak’s meditation series, the following question was asked: “How would you feel if you were at peace with the timing of change, knowing it was unfolding at the pace which best serves your highest needs?”  Day 13 was about knowing that the fulfillment of desires happens at the right place and time.

I felt that my right time needed to be right then; but, I tried to stick with the plan.  During my own silent meditation, I focused on the mantra, “I am at peace with God’s plan for me.”  I tried to clear my mind of desperation and fill it with trust and faith.  The next morning, I awoke thinking of the phrase, “Por tu te puesto.”  I had no idea what this meant.  I spent an hour or so searching for the meaning by inserting the phrase into the Internet.

There is no such phrase.  The Internet produced “por tu te he puesto.”  This worked phonetically.  When spoken, “te he” could sound like “te.”  According to Google, this phrase translates to “for I have made you.”  I didn’t comprehend why I woke up thinking of such a phrase.  I decided to make it a mantra in my morning meditation.

Thoughts came that I am to be happy.  God made me.  I am a manifestation of the most high God.  It is my birthright to have my desires fulfilled.

I gave the phrase to my friend who is a Spanish interpreter and translator.  Without knowing the context (and I surely could not provide one), she suggested: “For you I have provided.”  I almost started crying.  In trying to get through my challenging times, I continuously remind myself not to worry, that God is providing.  I just need to have patience.  I don’t know why this phrase came to me in Spanish, but it was the assurance that I needed to hear.

I have had hopes for so long.  In addition to so-called practical actions, I’ve been believing and feeling and affirming and praying and meditating.  In some ways, it feels as though my situation has worsened.  Every time I feel like giving up, something odd like “por tu te he puesto” happens.  It’s like some little hook appears to keep me going.  I remember years ago, I went through a guided meditation during which we were to receive a gift and the name of the entity giving it.  I received a rose from Ananda.

At the time, I had never heard this name.  I went to a bookstore to buy the music that had been played during the meditation.  While browsing, I picked up and started reading these cute little books.  To my astonishment, I found that Ananda was the second patriarch of the Buddha.  Years later, I learned that Ananda means pure bliss.  I believe these “weird” incidents are ways that the Universe communicates with me.  I just have to develop the capacity to understand.

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Finite Thought, Infinite Existence

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For the first time I noticed – as I would notice repeatedly during my ordeal, between one throe of agony and the next – that my suffering was taking place in a grand setting.  I saw my suffering for what it was, finite and insignificant, and I was still.  My suffering did not fit anywhere, I realized.  And I could accept this.  It was all right. (It was daylight that brought my protest: “No! No! No! My suffering does matter.  I want to live!  I can’t help but mix my life with that of the universe.  Life is a peephole, a single tiny entry onto a vastness – how can I not dwell on this brief, cramped view I have of things?  This peephole is all I’ve got!”).  I mumbled words of Muslim prayer and went back to sleep.   Yann Martel, Life of Pi

[H]igh in the firmament where soul material gathers and plays out all the dreams and joys of which we temporal beings can barely conceive, [there are] all the things that are beyond our comprehension; but, even so, are not beyond our attainment if we choose to attain them, and believe that we truly can.  Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain

ONE VOICE

From the album “Never Say Never” by Brandy

I had a dream, a crazy vision

It may sound strange, this intuition

But it was true beyond description

And somehow I knew that it was real

When I saw

One sky above

There is just one source of love

If I got one chance, one choice

I’ll sing it from the heart, one song, one voice 

I’ve seen the fires of deep division

The hearts of stone, the cold ambition

But I have found my sacred mission

To live in this world and still believe

That there is

One sky above

There is just one source of love

If I got one chance, one choice

I’ll sing it from the heart, one song, one voice