Prompt: The seeker was seated in the shade of the great oak tree watching the beauty of the wide, yellow river. His roving glance took in the little town nearby, complete with docks, wide porches and busy people. He could sense the old, sweated land of this world, and the color and odors of this land. These were soft tones, as deceptive as the magnificent river moving gracefully between the deep-blue hills, onward towards the sea. Overhead the cool, spring wind whispered through the green leaves of the giant limbs of the oak. He said half aloud, “Behold the oak in all its glory. It is like God firmly rooted in the earth, yet reaching upward into the sky.”
Prompt: The throne of the Lord of the World is within an enclosure of pure golden
walls, and he sits upon a huge jeweled lotus, with folded arms; always in
meditation. The nearest description I can give is that he looks like an
American Indian, in breech cloth, golden-bronzed, shaved head and
strongly muscular, a being of en least thirty-five, in appearance. He wears
bracelets on his upper arms.
The great light that emanates from him is terrific, blinding, spreading its
aura for thousands of miles. His very smile is that blessing which
reaches the suffering of the earth world. His body is a shining
essence in the sea of spiritual light and sound.
Prompt: That is the great mountain of Sahasra-dal-
Kanwal, Sometimes it is called the mountain of light. Look closely and
you will see a thousand varied lights clustered around one huge
central light, each in the form of a gigantic lotus flower. This is the
powerhouse of the physical universe which we call Pinda, that of the
physical worlds. From this gigantic dynamo flows all the power that
creates and sustains all the entire creations below it, worlds upon
worlds without end.
Prompt: We came to the Mountain of Light. So bright were the gigantic
streams of light pouring out of its top, like a volcano crater, that I
could hardly look. at it. These lights were so enormous pouring into
the worlds of this universe that words cannot describe them. They
were varied colors, roaring through the ethers in unnamed sounds.
This was the powerhouse of the physical and astral worlds. It
reminded me of the Cave of Eternal Flame in Rider Haggard's book,
"She." What was shown to me is beyond the scope of a verbal
description; I would not ever attempt it. This is the center of
creation for the subtle and physical worlds.
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
