Work

Over the last 25 years I've had numerous encounters with vivid waking dreams. I'd like to share and explore some of them with you here. I have no agenda.  I make no claim at all that the contents of these dreams are "true" or "real". Do not claim they are wise or meaningful--  they are simply words strung in a row that my fingers spilled on to a computer screen after waking from the dream.

We will begin with a simple mystic tale I saw in a "dream".

 It is entitled "work"

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Wednesday, November 02, 2011

work

He came in the evening as he often did. We'd talk of things great and small. Of things that needed doing and things that needed healing. 

Sometimes he would teach me something new.  But that day things were different. The air seemed to sing with a difference. The meaning of something or maybe everything was going to be revealed or changed.

He said without preamble. "Let's do some work."

Now 'what is work?' you might ask,  a responsive question  might be: 'What is it that you do when you give something meaning and then hang it in the starry firmament of your consciousness?"

So he and I would work. 

Yet. 

As I said, that night was different in a way I could not fathom. I set my mind and body aside as was needed and the work began. 

There are no words for work. 

There is no teaching it. 

Never can be.  

There are descriptions.

Work can be described in too many glib words such as, " To Work is to evolve your  consciousness  by a willful process. " 

But glib words are not 'work', the words only confuse the issue and never truly describe the process.  

Descriptions are like watching a great dance or seeing  Starry Night but the description is not the dance nor the actions of a mad master painter upon a canvas.

There are techniques to be learned to do work.

The foundations learned: 

          Calm the mind and body. 

          Let them do what they do 

then:  

          close the door to let them do it.  

Abilities are developed:  

To see beyond. 

To see within.  

To float in the sea  of consciousness and listen to the breathing of the self.  

Then to hear another's breathing. 

Then to hear all of the  breaths of all of those who breathe. 

And then all of those who ever have or ever will breathe. 

Life is breath, that breath is One.  

To breath one breath is to breath all of them. 

Going and returning. 

Returning and going. 

One.

Ignorance is unlearned and abated: 

Prejudices revealed and then set aside as illusions. 

When you work, you work with the truth as it is, not as you have mistakenly distorted it.

Then  finally"

work. 

True work: 

Perfecting the world. 

Perfecting the self. 

Lifting others. 

Lifting self. 

Creating things, new then making them real in this world. 

This is the reason you are here.

Where can one find these things? Open any book to a random page but open it with a different intention.  For example , It might start on page 42 but for me a key answer was on page 43 waking  with a stone under its head. 

My answer might not be yours. 

Yours might be that quote of Cicero in Sagan's book. 

 Or the falling of a leaf. Or  an equation in a book buried in the stacks. 

A sunrise. 

A sunset. 

A picture. 

A voice. 

A song.  

You might find one of these things when you turn a random corner but open your mind to new possibilities. 

So we worked that evening. I opened my eyes to new things.  And I learned. Some time  after, I slept.

Then I woke alone.

Who is my father?

Where is my father?

Who am I?

Where am I?

Who should I be?

Where should I be?

Who is breathing?

Where is the breath coming from?

Difficult questions always seem to  have simple answers. 

Then the realization-- Simple questions, difficult answers.

Breathe.

See.

Work.

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