There’s a hell of an excellent 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 really a wild-a lucid dream inside 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 the reality is true, and believes an encounter with death will wake her up. Cobb has an just a slightly stronger grip where dream they’re in and for just how long, and the cast of characters who elect to be involved in the shared dreaming take action splendidly once we admire their acuity to keep on mission. Needless to say, this seems all too fantabulous to think, and although the film is breathtaking to view, and a motion fan, I’m not…
I’ll yield to a “magical” premise, and this film delivers play for the imagination hook, line, and sinker in all 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 might have downloaded from the collective unconscious of contemporary humanity in today and age, acim podcast time and place, the challenge that we’re all facing, that’s, to realize that so-called “reality” is definitely not real. That people create it and can change it.
As a course in miracles fan-addict (no pun intended), I sign up to the daily task of looking straight into the face of television, in to the tragedies that spread and leak and draw us into instinctual empathy, rage and hand-wringing all over the planet, and remind myself that all this can be a shared dream. Yes, even the physical pain that are a phantom limb.
If we are to think the course, we are still in Eden only we work through the glass darkly. We’ve placed on blinders and loped in to 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 see the events of the world like these were beyond our personal egos when creating something better is all a matter of a shift in perspective. And for most of us longtime seekers who are finding our answers in alchemy and ancient texts, obscure poetry, (Rumi, Lao Tsu, Blake, Gibran ) as well as occult secrets and quantum science, that shift is occurring.
One of many primary lessons of a course in miracles instructs us “There’s no world.” Just like Cobb and Mal experience reality in the deep netherworlds of the subconscious minds, we are alarmed at each turn by our personal 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 all well aware that if they don’t lucidly perform the steps of the preconceived agenda, they will 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 manipulate him to think what she believes is real.
So here we are, Don Quixotes all, swaying with your swords out prepared to strike at the false extensions of our personal repressed emotion. Welcome to the dream world. We’ve journeyed definately not our source, forget that life is really a game, and have, with our personal source-power made this video so real we want an ingenious glitch in the matrix to shake us free.
Yet like The Force Himself or Herself, (most likely Itself) we are geniuses all. We’re all different areas of God. Fallen, deluded, confused, undoubtedly, but our true Source isn’t concerned that we blame him. We made this messy world when we chose to step out of Eden. Adam fell asleep, it says in Genesis. It doesn’t say he woke up.