The Love of Manifestation
We are Essence
Through dreaming I’ve come to believe that the Divine is in love with manifestation, which is a thing of revelation and beauty, which enables us to hold on to something imperceivable. We each embody a soul. But who can put their finger on it? Similarly, who can put a finger on essence even though it is what we are – are we of a dream world cast in the light? Who can put their finger on that when reduced to five senses?
This is a synopsis of what I went through and what I am still going through. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have my dreams. They are essential and that important to me. The aliveness inside of me makes outer life pale in comparison. Many spiritual paths and religions believe that everything has to go. Well, it is true. You have to get to a kind of nothing but nothingness. You can’t be holding out over what your mind senses tell you.
Well-known scientists make statements about a meaningful universe, and a part of me will recognize something I had missed and this will trigger something inside that has me realize it. How the scientists get it, I don’t know. But I believe the heart is as big as the universe. We live within light and sound parameters as the universe does. It seems to me that sound rises, so to speak, to hit the heart and to vie with the mind senses for the heart’s attention. And light comes down and it tries to compete for the hearts attention, and there is a bewilderment as a reflective of a reflective is what the heart is trying to sort out. If we go outside of time and space where the heart is in stillness, we can let all of that go. This is the domain of the dream.
I have experienced and I am trying to convey another way of saying that we are essence and there isn’t anything more. There isn’t anything else. So that means we must be God. That’s audacious. I’ve heard stories about people who have made crazy statements like this, people who say, “I am God.” Often these statements come while in deep meditation. And then in the outer someone will tell them they were mumbling this. The meditator will reply: Oh, no, no, no. That’s blasphemy. No one is God.” We have a sense of inside, but on the outer we’re ordinary people going through the day, hopefully with a little bit of revelation.