I am climbing up a hilltop which bears great black scars that seems to be the result of lightning strikes. As I reach the top of the hill I stand and look beneath me at the fields, a procession of animals march in perfect order around the bottom of the mound. They are all organised into blocks of species and march in perfect alignment, like a military parade.
The scene shifts and I am staring into the eyes of a woman. I feel that we are about to speak when all of a sudden here skin begins to sag. Suddenly here lips are decaying and rotting off in rapid time, and soon I can see her muscles and eyes waste away until all that is left is her skeleton which somehow bears an expression of total shock.
Beside the woman I see another skeleton cackling. I recognize this skeleton as death. Death turns to look at me and says: “That’s gas.”
I awaken from the dream in a state of fear, wondering is it an omen and someone I know is about to die. I decide to explore the dream more and clamber out of bed into a meditation position. I choose to steady my breath and revisit the scenes.
As I begin to become conscious of my thinking patterns I see that my thoughts are whirlpooling around what the tarot card for Death means – transformation. This to me seems like a theme related to the laughing skeleton, and somehow my mind jumps to thinking about Buddhism.
I wonder how I could transform my thinking and meta-learn enlightenment. I realize that many spiritual seekers give there lives for the quest and so very few achieve this ultimate goal, I wonder if they actually are focusing on the wrong things? I realize that the great achieves always come back and say the same thing, as if they get that there is a simple way to attain liberation – to focus on love.
I wonder about the idea of simplicity in spirituality, and I think of Nietzsche doctrine of building ones vitality in order to provide a platform with which to serve ones higher and more creative self. I see how this idea is like Buddhisms notion that we need to feed our bodies and sustain our lives in order to have a platform on which to create higher consciousness.
I see the marching animals in my dream as the whirling realm of samsara and the mountain, and I climbing up it represents the spiritual path which brings one into contact with the great power of the lightning, which to me represented Zeus, and by extension divine power.
These thoughts make me feel like I am seeing a principle in spirituality which is often missed, and encourages me to seek to implement it in my life. I feel that the skeleton is an indicator that I am entering a stage of great metamorphosis, where lesser patterns in my mind die off and higher parts awaken.
I try to focus my imagination on the dreams, but no clear imagery comes to me.
I begin to feel that these dreams are to be rationally examined, because when I rationally examine them I seem to get very deep philosophical answer.
I turn my attention to Death and ask why I have seen skeletons in my dreams. Death seems to suggest I already know. I think about an idea I have been toying with in my mind for many months about the battle between Life and Death, where Death is not an evil figure, but sort of like an editor who won’t accept anything less than perfection from Life.
It becomes apparent to me that this idea may be accurate. Life strives on, but Death, in it’s secret and benevolent way, peels off the useless in favor of the useful.
It seems like I am either going through this peeling process, or I am about to. What I can do is prepare myself to let go of the parts of myself which are ineffective and simply aim my focus to the parts of myself which are effective.
27 – 4 – 2016
This was a meditation on a dream I had which had very potent imagery. I intended to enter the meditation and relive the dream in order to interact with the characters, but my rational mind simply would not calm down and proceeded to deconstruct the dream. On reflection it seems that I found some very useful ideas in my minds deconstructions.