There exists a hell of an excellent universe nearby; let’s go
The newest movie “Inception” is brilliant in many ways. First, the cinematography is gorgeous, the special effects, highly impressive and the plotline, the plotline is just a wild-a lucid dream inside a lucid dream within… well, to the 3rd degree-so that poor Mal, (Marion Cotillard), Cobb’s, (Leonardo DiCaprio) wife- or rather the projection of his deceased wife, doesn’t know anymore which reality is true, and believes an encounter with death will wake her up. Cobb posseses an just a slightly stronger grip where dream they’re in and for the length of time, and the cast of characters who elect to take part in the shared dreaming do it splendidly once we admire their acuity to remain on mission. Needless to say, this seems all too fantabulous to trust, and although film is breathtaking to watch, and a motion fan, I am not…
I’ll yield to a “magical” premise, and this film delivers play for the imagination hook, line, and sinker in all that’s magical about our minds, our intentions, our wills. Still, that’s not why it engaged me so intensely. I kept having this vibey thrill that writer/director Christopher Nolan could have downloaded from the collective unconscious of contemporary humanity in this very day and age, time and place, the challenge that we’re all facing, that’s, to understand that so-called “reality” is indeed not real. That individuals create it and can change it.
As a course in miracles fan-addict (no pun intended), I sign up for the daily task of looking straight into the facial skin of television, in to the tragedies that spread and leak and draw us into instinctual empathy, rage and hand-wringing throughout the planet, and remind myself that most this is a shared dream. Yes, even the physical pain might be a phantom limb.
If we’re to trust the course, we’re still in Eden only we work through the glass darkly. We’ve placed on blinders and loped in to the desert thinking ourselves cast out. And lo, that’s what we experience, what we see around us. Our collective doom-trained minds heavy with a pang of free-floating guilt we can’t name-do what any non-lucid dreamer does-create from the projection acim podcast. We begin to see the events of the entire world like they certainly were beyond our personal egos when creating something better is all a matter of a shift in perspective. And for many of us longtime seekers who have discovered our answers in alchemy and ancient texts, obscure poetry, (Rumi, Lao Tsu, Blake, Gibran ) as well as occult secrets and quantum science, that shift is occurring.
Among the primary lessons of a course in miracles instructs us “There’s no world.” Just like Cobb and Mal experience reality in the deep netherworlds of these subconscious minds, we’re alarmed at each turn by our personal projections. “Inception” is the nifty trick of implanting an idea in an unconscious dreamer’s mind that the dreamer will carry into reality. In the film, the dream-schemers are well aware that when they don’t lucidly perform the steps of these preconceived agenda, they’ll be stalked and pummeled by the images their fear and anger have evoked. Indeed Cobb’s shadowy figure, his Jungian dark anima, Mal, seeks to down him in her very own black hole and she works as any clever, ego-alien shadow worth her salt, to govern him to trust what she believes is real.
So here we’re, Don Quixotes all, swaying with this swords out ready to strike at the false extensions of our personal repressed emotion. Welcome to the dream world. We’ve journeyed not even close to our source, forget that life is just a game, and have, with our personal source-power made this video so real we need a clever glitch in the matrix to shake us free.
Yet like The Force Himself or Herself, (most likely Itself) we’re geniuses all. We are many different facets of God. Fallen, deluded, confused, no doubt, but our true Source isn’t concerned that we blame him. We made this messy world when we chose to step out of Eden. Adam fell asleep, it says in Genesis. It doesn’t say he woke up.Read More