Beautifully written, olympsu mon! It waxes and wanes poetically, flowing to the heart of what matters most to the questioning soul, with much deep insight and dignity. And your message is spot-on, we do not exist apart from our own sentient dream of individual experience. Nothing is ultimately real and we create our own impermanent reality by dreaming we exist as isolated parts of the whole. We are each of us, truly the opposite, mirrored refection of the Insubstantial Void. Where it is One and we are the many echoes of it's mysterious silence... where it is formless and limitless, we the very definition of what it is to be formed of limitation.
So yeah, as egos or even souls, we are in fact dreaming of being other than no-thingness, for we are surely things interacting with other things. Or are we? Rationally, we quantify and seek to manifest this reality through our thoughts and our identification within this material illusion. Yet if enlightened to the deception of human mind, just who awakens to realize this profound truth? :?
This is one of the grand ironies... for one cannot be both asleep and awake. These polarities seem to pulse rhythmically, for as we engage self-transformation and spiritual attunement, we dance upon the fine line between being and non-being. If self is a mirage or dreamscape, that each soul has... just who awakens from the dream, to remember that this enigmatic no-thing is what we all essentially are? Who is left to observer or witness the dissipation?
Can there be a level whereby we are still dreaming but far more lucidly? A state of being which is free of the impermanent deception of one's very mind and thought patterns... but simultaneously be acutely aware of being consciousness at it's most fundamental level, as a middle ground or balancing point, betwixt the artifice of our ego-selves and the emptiness of the Void. So, who are we when we are not unconsciously dreaming? Is it even possible to accept that the idea of awakening is real or just another aspect of the dream?
Ironically, there seems to remain some quintessence of conscious-awareness, still shining effulgently, like a sparkling diamond in an immeasurably bright light. It does not know itself... or any separate things at all. But it surely seems to experience an effulgence of being and a kind of cosmic joy, when one inter-phases within the Unified Field. We immerse our spirits into it's still vacuum. It remains ineffable but we glean it's presence and linger with the dreamscape to rejoice in the enrapturing epiphany. Consciousness alone remains to be aware of naught but consciousness. This is perhaps why Gautama Buddha proclaimed with such sublime majesty, "I am awake". :thumb_up:
That being said, just who then is awakened? The Void or Infinite Brahman, is surely not able to be either asleep or awake, as these are aspects of duality and the counterpoint of subject and object. There is an existential paradox, so self-shattering it literally stops the mind. In this beatific silence... there is still something happening. Ego dissolves into quietude and in this state of no mind, all conceptualization is wholly stilled.
This remembrance of the Infinite, paradoxically seats itself within every beating human heart and is present within every iota of all that exists, as specific things and delineated paradigms. But it being of an eternal nature, remains unmoving within the exploding universe of moving particles and the flooding current of oscillating waves of potentiality, superimposed over vast fields of energy, as it emerges and then retreats back into the absolute silence of the Clear Light of the Void.
Maybe it is what we are at the very core and center of our lucidly dreaming experience of being? And while we do not really exist, we are aware of this understanding. It then naturally follows that we are that no-thingness as well as all of this everythingness... and naught but that interplay. Tat Tvam Asi. 8)
