The Reality Of Illusion
Illusion Is Reality
Reality/Illusion
Real Illusion
There Is No Difference
Everything Is One And The Same
I had a dream, and in that dream I dreamt I was dreaming,
In the dream that I dreamt I was dreaming, I dreamt that I was dreaming a dream,
And in that dream that I dreamt that I was dreaming a dream, I dreamt I was awake, and now nothing has been the same!
“Sometimes, I don’t know if I’m dreaming a life or Living a dream!” Glenda said in a calm, soft voice while she gently rubbed her ribs under her right breast with her left hand.
“Hmm, explain to me what you mean.” Replied, Cecil, the psychologist non-emotionally but with genuine interest. He then added, “I would also like to know more about your rib discomfort and birthmark too, when you’re ready.”
Glenda had been through these conversations regarding her dreams and birthmark and rib pain many times in her head and with her partner and a few friends. No one could offer any sympathy or empathy and out of his or her own frustration of not being able to comprehend her situation, the only advice given was to see a psychiatrist. After all, she did suffer from psychosomatic pains in her ribs some reasoned. Even her partner, lost for thought and frustrated, pointed out that her rib pain happened to be right where her birthmark was. Maybe she really was conscious of her birthmark and it was all, psychological, like her dreams that she thinks are real.
She knew she wasn’t hallucinating or crazy but the lack of support of not having anyone else to be able to relate with her made her occasionally lose confidence in her self. Cecil was also a paranormal psychologist. Glenda reasoned that talking to someone who dealt with the metaphysical might not be a bad idea; after all, they do speak with lots of ‘different’ people.
She repositioned her self, let out a simple sigh and proceeded to explain.
Yes, she was born with a birthmark as round as a drink can under her right breast. And yes, her ribs did annoy her constantly and doctors could find no physiological explanation.
She went on to explain that she had no “drama” with her birthmark and wasn’t there to see him about the pain in her ribs. She knew it was real. “And yes,” she added, she knows that all pain is real, even if it is imagined which she wasn’t doing.
He suggested that suppressed emotion can and does manifest in the physical. She explained that besides a little lack of support from her friends and family, she had no issues except not understanding her ‘night journeys’. Besides, she already went back and thought and thought all the way to her childhood!” Then she added, “How far back do I have to go to find an answer … as a baby? … Another life?” He replied soberly, “Perhaps! Many cultures around the world believe in Karma. Some Tibetan monks can see past lives and future ones too; and at times do it intentionally to resolve issues, Karma.”
He then paused, looked up and across at her. Their eyes locked momentarily. The reality of his words temporarily avoided her, so she simply ignored it and continued on to her real reason for the visit, her dreams. “They are … so real! When ‘in’ them, I feel that this life is the dream, is the illusion. Then I forget about this life because I’m totally living the dream life, which is the reality. When going through the process of waking up, or coming back to this … reality, I feel I am being dragged back … it’s almost like, … morphing! I actually feel myself going from one to the other. At first, only one is real, the other an illusion. Then the closer I get, both are real and both are an illusion. Then as I get pulled … across the boarder so to speak, memories of the reality I just left become the new dream and the dream I enter becomes the new reality.
And when I open my eyes, I’m not sure of anything. Like I said, I don’t know if I’m dreaming a life or living a dream! ”
Cecil was also a regressional hypnotherapist. He explained to her more of what he did and some its benefits and if she were willing, he would place her in to a hypnotic state to explore her dreams further.
She willingly agreed and as he prepared for the hypnosis session, she placed herself into a comfortable position. he relief of finally having someone to talk to, who thought that her experiences were quite normal, was a great release for Glenda and she started to doze off. As she did so, she recalled his words about the Tibetan monks.
She drifted further and further and could feel herself starting to ‘cross the boarder’ and the barriers of time.
She dreamt she was in a small monastery. She could see two monks sitting on cushions opposite each other, one was very old and seemed to glow with understanding and kindness. The other, was much younger, an elder teenager perhaps, and wore a sheepish expression.
She felt drawn to the younger monk and the more she observed him the more she became him. And then she was.
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The younger monk, Genta, had difficulty in accepting his existence and often wondered why one had to exist at all, especially when one was suffering. He sucked back air through closed teeth, paused, and then exhaled, asking, “Why must we live in the lower density human body with its suffering when it is possible to live in the astral without?”
Censhi gently nodded, acknowledging the sincerity of his question and answered to Genta’s needs. “Ultimately, everything is choice and this is a question that only you can answer. For my personal answer will be based upon the experiences that I have and have not accepted.
“Basically however, we are here to experience and to grow from that experience. If a babe never left the universe of its mother’s womb, would either of them learn anything anew?
“The Earths seasons are but cycles of birth, life and death and with each passing year, nature passes through a new incarnation. As the tree sheds its old bark, it grows with a new.
“So it is with us in the human form. The cells within our body split divide and multiply and carry all information from one cell life to the next. They are going through an incarnation cycle continuously -and may believe that we are their gods. With one new thought in a different direction, the information in the cells is changed and through that change, we, the carrier –the gods- are changed.
Our old beliefs –like our Karma- dissolve like an illusion and our awareness is expanded into a re-birth.
“So it is with ‘supreme consciousness’, the God force of which we are a fragmented creation, a spirit a soul. As our accumulated incarnations are accepted by our spirit/soul-self, supreme-consciousness expands.
Do not all the planets in the heavens continually breathe in and out through their cycle? And with each out breath, the heavens extend farther and farther –creating an infinite new life.
“Everything, the world, within and without is the creation of the supreme consciousness!”
Genta felt himself blush. Before he entered the monastery his version of ‘the supreme exercising of consciousness expanding’ was his mind thinking an erection into being without touching himself –an achievement he was proud of.
This new definition was far superior.
The older Monk now drew Genta’s attention to the main purpose of their private time: Genta’s short temper created by the physical discomfort he experienced was distracting him from happiness and from doing his chores properly. His frustration was notably increasing and his daily practices of meditation weren’t helping him to alleviate it any. Censhi thought it time to assist.
“Now Genta, from where does your anger stem?”
Genta replied, “From the pain I feel within my side!” Censhi, looking deep in his eyes, smiled and said, “Genta, do not confuse pain for feeling. That which you perceive as pain is resistance to feeling. Therefore it is the pain that stems from the anger. Now, the question is, from where does the anger stem? Find its source and by accepting it, the pain will no longer exist”
“Master, how can I learn to be wise?”
“Wisdom is not taught, my dear Genta, it is gained by the acceptance of the lessons that comes ones way. Karma can be with one through a thousand lives but can be dissolved in a moment of acceptance.” Censhi paused to allow the seeds of his words to set its roots before continuing. “Now, I will assist you to see the incarnation that most relates to this Karmic connection.”
Genta’s eagerness had one last question, “When will I know that I am ready to see the end of this life?” Censhi lovingly sighed and with a smile, patiently replied, “How can you accept what you haven’t experienced when you cannot accept what you have? Now let us prepare for your journey”
After meditating on the appropriate mantra, Genta felt himself slowly being lifted, and then suddenly found himself in the astral body amongst the stars looking down on the Earth.
His astral eyes observe the silver cord from his side and follow it down to the planet and he admires the geographical contours of the continents as the earth slowly spins. He had only seen them on parchments that were etched by the experienced lamas, who spent a great deal of time in the astral making maps of the planets and star systems of interest.
He turned to face the moon and was in awe by the details of its craters. His attention was then drawn to Master Censhi’s voice directing him to follow the silver cord.
When he turned he became puzzled, as the shapes of the continents were all different. He heard his Master’s voice reassure him that it was the same planet. It was simply a different era in the time before the previous poles shifting.
Genta moved down to the planet at the speed of his master’s thoughts. One moment he was almost touching the moon, the next, he was among the clouds. Then, his descent was slowed to a comfortable tourists pace. Censhi did so to give Genta a treat and also to help him become reacquainted.
On his way down, Genta thought to himself that this indeed was an opportunity to get things right. For if he didn’t, he knew that he would be destined to repeat it.
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From above, the landscape looked like a designer crop circle. The closer he got, he could see lakes of sparkling light. There were crystal towers reaching from the earth, some seemed to be touching the clouds and smaller crystal mountains of differing colours and shapes were aesthetically placed on the lands and in the lakes.
As he got closer, Genta could see a crystal dome, which he calculated to have a circumference of a five-hour donkey ride. It was sunken into the earth on an island surrounded by the waters of sparkling light. There were five pyramid shaped crystal spikes protruding from it. From the centre, one reached straight to the heavens; the other four reached out in equal lengths but at forty-five degree angles from the compass points. It was pulsating like a slow breathing heart. With each breath it dimmed and brightened from one vibrating colour to another and as it did so, the atmosphere and colour of the whole landscape changed with it.
At the base of the crystal stood a centaur and a unicorn on the vibrant green silken grass. The centaur seemed to be reasoning with the unicorn who was unquestionably annoyed. Then the centaur turned to the side and folded his arms and pretended to ignore her.
She had her hoofs dug in to the ground and was glaring at him. As Genta observed them closer he felt himself being drawn to the centaur and began to identify with his emotions and was drawn into him and they became one and the same. He also noticed that the ground was shaking and the larger crystals towers were trembling. Some were starting to crack and pieces of crystal were crumbling and breaking away.
“Genshar! You turn back and face me.” She demanded. He rolled his eyes, unfolded his arms slowly and even slower turned back towards her. He had faced these mood swings before, but never while Atlantis was sinking.
“You said this would be an honour!” Her voice rising. “Let’s be the guardians of the heart crystal. It’ll just be the two us alone, in our own private paradise! But OH no, you didn’t tell me until the last minute that they were going turn us into animals!” Her increasing anger was making her head loll and her horn make a circular motion. She then spat out, “BASTARD!”
Genshar and Ceine had the same relationship while they were in human form.
When he heard that the elders were looking for a couple to keep the heart crystal company because it needed a ‘special’ vibrational energy, Genshar volunteered them without first consulting Ceine.
When he found out that the ‘special’ vibrational energy would require having their DNA modified and being turned into a centaur and unicorn, he thought ‘why not’. It may add that spice that was lacking in their life. Mood lighting from the heart crystal, running around naked on their own private island, how could Ceine refuse. But to make sure, he didn’t tell her about the DNA change until the last minute. Not realising that it was going to be a permanent change and not having any time to think more about it, Ceine excitedly agreed.
The sounds of the earth breaking up were increasing in intensity, as was Ceine’s anger.
“What! … Did you think this was going to turn me on or something? Besides your dick, were you thinking about anything else?” Her eyes were now bloodshot with rage. Genshar tried to reason with her, “Aw common honey. We’ve been here for years, and yeah, it did kinda sex you up for the first … short while.” He paused, and then he sighed a sigh of relief as though he had worked out what her problem was. “Of course! It’s that time of the month.” He said as if to reassure her it was all OK and continued. “You’ve got PMT darling! That’s why you’re upset”
“Don’t you darling me! And I’m not upset; I’m always like this!” She snorted. She sort of knew she wasn’t but that had nothing to do with it and she continued, “And if I am upset, which I am, it’s because it’s not every morning that I wake up to see the elders and the councils space craft leaving Atlantis, all at the same time. And then I get a telepathic message from my mother, who by the way was right when she said you’d never support me, and tells me that they are all leaving to higher ground to some far off drier place called Iijpt and now we’re going to die!” Her head began to loll again and she screamed, BASTARD!”
Genshar looked hurt. He never thought of himself as unsupportive but it wasn’t the time to bring it up. He continued to try and calm her. “Honey! We’ll be OK as long as the heart crystal is stabilized by our joint energies. And once you are over your period we’ll kiss and make up. What do you say, how about a hug?” He opened his arms.
And that as they say, ‘is that’. With her face redder than her bloodshot eyes she lowered her horn and charged him stabbing him just under his right breast. Genshar’s legs gave way and he crumpled in a heap of stunned misery as the glistening mercury source of his life-force bled from his wound and spilled over the ground.
Ceine stood staring down at the glimmering trail that led from Genshar’s chest. Then her eyes rose to the tip of her horn to see a few drops slowly drip off. With her rage, partly, relieved, the thought of what she had just done was partly realised.
She let out a small nervous laugh. “They said it was taboo to spill a centaurs blood but … I feel good!” She straightened up. “No! I feel great! Breaking a taboo feels wonderful, liberating!” She then turned and galloped straight towards the heart crystal wearing a crazed grin.
Genshar’s life was drifting from him. “Was I really unsupportive, honey?” He whispered. As his eyes rolled up he had one last look at Atlantis as his life flashed before his eyes.
The earth started sinking. Towers started collapsing. The seas started rolling in. Ceine, just before leaping into the heart crystal screamed “Bugger Taboo!” And as she entered it, it exploded.
This stunned a group of dung beetles who were in the path of Genshar’s blood. “Did you see that?” Cried one beetle, his feelers scared straight. “Some crazy suicide unicorn bomber just blew up the heart crystal!”
Genshar’s blood was now starting to flow over the dung beetle community. And as it did, it’s mercuric life force started to transform them into bionic beetles.
“What did she say just before impact?” Asked one flexing his new super powers. “She said, burrow to Peru!” said another. “Then burrow to Peru is what we shall do.” Said the leader. “And when we arrive, we shall build a monument to the centaur.”
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Genshar was now floating above his body viewing the scene below and around him and wondered with a sense of confusion, ‘is this Gods definition of art’.
Then, a guiding god-like voice was giving the command to ‘come back’.
Genshar’s consciousness reached a new level of awareness and he felt lighter and without emotion. There was no pain, fear, hate or any other emotion associated with an earth body. There was only a feeling of pure love, a wholesome love and an understanding that all is. The voice spoke again but louder, ‘come back’. He was now being vacuumed through a tunnel of light. A brilliant white light that was intense without offence and soft and gentle and loving. Along the way, the life of the monk, Genta, swirled around and through the form that was now his existence. Upon reaching the end of Genta’s life, he saw the monk bayoneted by a Chinese soldier and all became clearer and he understood that they were one.
Then he began to pass into Glenda’s life and it too swirled in and around and also became a part of the oneness. And the voice spoke even louder again, ‘on the count of one you will wake up. ‘Five, four …’ the form that was the oneness of them all and all that is, started to feel it was crossing over into another realm, another reality. ‘Three, two,’ said the voice. It felt it was caught in a swirl, not knowing up from down.
‘ONE!’ it boomed and Glen sat bolt upright in bed panting holding his right side. His sudden movements startled Cecilia awake, again. “What it is Glen, hon? Are your ribs giving you trouble … another dream?” She put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Glen’s breathing eased and he drew his hand away from his ribs, “Yeah, I had a dream … but no, No! My ribs don’t hurt, they don’t. The pain has gone. It’s completely gone!” Glen pronounced rejoicing.
“Huh?” Said Cecilia confused in a sleepy voice. Glen started to rattle off his dream. “I had this dream … you were in it, but it wasn’t you, and it wasn’t a dream either. You were different, you were a doctor of sorts and I was a woman. And in that dream I drifted off to sleep … and into another dream which also wasn’t a dream and you were in that dream too but you were different again … are you following this?”
“I don’t think so.” She replied kindly. “That’s OK honey, because everything is, OK, because everything’s real but it isn’t. It’s all a real illusion. We create everything … with thought.”
He could see that she didn’t quite understand, but that was OK. His awareness had been expanded just beyond the boarders of his own comprehension and he knew that he was using himself as a listening board to catch up.
“What is reality! How many people are on the planet, about seven billion, right?” He asked rhetorically and continued. “That’s how many realities there are. Then with different thoughts, new realities keep being created. Do the old realities cease to exist? No! They don’t. You see honey, everything is reality and everything is illusion!”
He could see she was happy for his happiness and he could see that she wanted to go back to sleep. He leant over and kissed her quickly and picked up pen and paper and began to write:
I had a dream, and in that dream I dreamt I was dreaming,
In the dream that I dreamt I was dreaming, I dreamt that I was dreaming a dream,
And in that dream that I dreamt that I was dreaming a dream, I dreamt I was awake, and now nothing has been the same!
THE NOW …
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