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ArtistA 4:3 surrealist oil painting viewed through a coffin-shaped black doorway into a Buddhist stupa. The circular stone chamber resembles a small Colosseum, with curved benches built into the lower hemisphere and three broad steps descending into the floor. At the centre rests a great sphere of pink flesh with a smooth, bare crown and a single blue-grey eye looking straight at the viewer. Pale western light enters through a round window divided into four panes by cross muntins, catching the warm orange of the eyelids and the mosaic-like brushwork of the flesh. Curved courses of cool grey stone run uninterrupted across the dome above the sphere. Quiet, uncanny atmosphere. No people, text, or borders.
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It’s 1981. I’m living in Phoenix, Oregon, a town that burned up in a forest fire a few years back. I wonder if it’s coming back.
In the dream, I’m outside a temple that looks like a Buddhist stupa. There’s a group of Rosicrucians* or some other Masonic group, and they’re going to initiate me. I’m bugged by this for some reason, and I’m so bugged that I actually wake myself up out of the dream. But upon waking, I realize I’ve missed the boat as far as finding out what happens in the dream next. I close my eyes and go right back into the dream where I left off.
There’s a large, coffin-shaped black rectangle that serves as the doorway to the temple. I cross my arms in front of my chest and step backward through the doorway. When I get inside, I’m in a large room, kind of like a small Colosseum, with benches built into the lower hemisphere and maybe three steps that go down into the floor.
On the west side of the temple, there’s a four-light oculus, a round window with cross muntins. Light is coming through it. In the very middle of the room is a great sphere of pink flesh with a single eye** in the middle of it. I hear it speak. “I am Yod He Vau He.”
I’m very agitated that something in my dream is trying to convince me it’s God. This is only a dream. I say, “Yes, you’re Yahweh and you’re Allah.” And then I wake myself up from my agitation.***
Notes
* This was long before I had any connection with esoteric groups. By the time I finally encountered them, I’d already had my own personal initiation, and I found them quite wanting. The secret society I belong to has only one member (me). Or, more accurately, it’s a religion of one. Is it ego to speak of my oneness? As far as I’m concerned, it’s infinitely better than anything these fools could ever have come up with. Maybe I was so agitated in the dream because I’d already been kicked out of too many secret societies in past lives. For, to be honest, I think the real grand secret is everywhere, right out in the open. It’s so obvious that no one wants to really accept it.
** The single eye within the sphere reminds me of Egyptian imagery associated with Ra. In earlier dreams, I saw a sign that looked like the oculus in this dream, with a small circle at the centre. The stupa itself brings together five forms that represent the five elements (a square, a circle, a triangle, a crescent, and a dot above them). The fleshy eye probably represents the third eye or that secret sun that resides in us all.
*** Whatever my gripes with esoteric societies, there’s something important I want to say here. As I understand the Taoist view, the energy of a dream is real, whatever we make of the dream itself. I’d take that a little further. I’d say the symbols of the dream are real, too. A dream is a conversation. If we want to understand what the other side is saying, we have to listen before we decide it’s just a silly dream.
