There exists a hell of a good universe nearby; let’s go
The newest movie “Inception” is brilliant in a number of ways. First, the cinematography is gorgeous, the special effects, highly impressive and the plotline, the plotline is a wild-a lucid dream in just 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 which dream they’re in and for how long, and the cast of characters who elect to be involved in the shared dreaming take action splendidly as we admire their acuity to remain on mission. Obviously, this seems all too fantabulous to think, and although film is breathtaking to view, and an activity fan, I am not…
I’ll yield to a “magical” premise, and this film delivers play for the imagination hook, line, and sinker in most 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 may have downloaded from the collective unconscious of contemporary humanity in this day and age, time and place, the process that we’re all facing, that’s, to recognize that so-called “reality” is definitely not real acim podcast. That people create it and can transform it.
As a program in miracles fan-addict (no pun intended), I sign up to the daily task of looking straight into the face area of television, into 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 are to think the course, we are still in Eden only we look out of the glass darkly. We have wear blinders and loped into 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. We start to see the events of the entire world as though these 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 are finding our answers in alchemy and ancient texts, obscure poetry, (Rumi, Lao Tsu, Blake, Gibran ) in addition to occult secrets and quantum science, that shift is occurring.
Among the primary lessons of a program in miracles instructs us “There’s no world.” Just like Cobb and Mal experience reality in the deep netherworlds of their subconscious minds, we are alarmed at each turn by our own projections. “Inception” may be the nifty trick of implanting an idea in a unconscious dreamer’s mind that the dreamer will carry into reality. In the film, the dream-schemers are typical well aware that if they do not lucidly perform the steps of their 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 own black hole and she works as any clever, ego-alien shadow worth her salt, to control him to think what she believes is real.
So here we are, Don Quixotes all, swaying with your swords out ready to strike at the false extensions of our own repressed emotion. Welcome to the dream world. We have journeyed definately not our source, forget that life is a game, and have, with our own source-power made this video so real we want an amazing glitch in the matrix to shake us free.
Yet like The Force Himself or Herself, (most likely Itself) we are geniuses all. We’re various different aspects of God. Fallen, deluded, confused, without doubt, but our true Source isn’t concerned that people blame him. We made this messy world whenever we thought we would step out of Eden. Adam fell asleep, it says in Genesis. It doesn’t say he woke up.