There is a hell of a good universe next door; let’s go
The newest movie “Inception” is brilliant in many ways. First, the cinematography is gorgeous, the special effects, highly impressive and the plot line, the plot line is wild-a lucid dream within a lucid dream within… well, to another 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 the reality is true, and believes an encounter with death will wake her up. Cobb has a only a somewhat stronger grip which dream they’re in and for the length of time, and the cast of characters who elect to be involved in the shared dreaming do it splendidly once we admire their acuity to keep on mission. Of course, this seems all too fantabulous to believe, and although film is breathtaking to watch, and an action fan, I’m not…
I will 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 very day and age, time and place, the task that we’re all facing, that’s, to understand that so-called “reality” is indeed not real. That we create it and can transform it.
As a program in miracles fan-addict (no pun intended), I subscribe to the daily task of looking straight into the facial skin 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 all this can be a shared dream david hoffmeister espanol. Yes, even the physical pain might be a phantom limb.
If we’re to believe the course, we’re still in Eden only we predict the glass darkly. We have put on 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 projection. We see the events of the world as though they 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 found our answers in alchemy and ancient texts, obscure poetry, (Rumi, Lao T’su, 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 is no world.” In the same way Cobb and Mal experience reality in the deep netherworlds of these subconscious minds, we’re alarmed at each turn by our own projections. “Inception” is the nifty trick of implanting a concept in a unconscious dreamer’s mind that the dreamer will carry into reality. In the film the dream-schemers are typical well aware when they don’t really 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 own black hole and she works as any clever, ego-alien shadow worth her salt, to govern him to believe what she believes is real.
So here we’re, Don Quixotes all, swaying with our swords out prepared to strike at the false extensions of our own repressed emotion. Welcome to the dream world. We have journeyed definately not our source, forgotten that life is a game, and have, with our own source-power made this video so real we need a brilliant glitch in the matrix to shake us free.
Yet like The Force Himself or Herself, (most likely Itself) we’re geniuses all. We are all different areas of God. Fallen, deluded, confused, undoubtedly, 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.