Over the last year, I unintentionally started lucid dreaming with increasing frequency. In the majority of these sleeping dreams I find myself disembodied, joyfully aware that, “I AM AWAKE AND I’M DREAMING! I’M AWAKE AND I’M STILL DREAMING!” — then shenanigans ensue. All fun, but banal at best.
Last night was different. I dropped into the sleeping-time waking dream state, intending to create and control the virtual game I would play.
At the moment of intention, “I” disappeared alongside all semblance of sensory reality. “I” disappeared into an infinite, unchanging, black void of nothingness. There were no objects to perceive; there was no Perceiver. It was all very unceremonious, very benign, very casual, and not at all dramatic: the “I” or “me” simply ceased to be.
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“What does this mean?” asks the Ego, propping up at the most special prospect of enlightenment. “What do I do, now that I know?”
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Today, I did some laundry. I cooked a healthy, fresh, organic meal. I helped another member of my local community struggling to feed their family. I participated in a virtual group call with some friends. I meditated. I read a book. I picked up a pen and paper. I wrote a curious little missive for my online blog. I feasted heartily on sunshine and soaked in the majestic red rock of this magnificent place I call home.
And this day is not yet through.
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SAT NAM
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