There is a hell of a great 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 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 a only a slightly stronger grip on which dream they’re in and for the length of time, and the cast of characters who elect to take part in the shared dreaming do it splendidly even as we admire their acuity to remain on mission. Needless to say, this seems all too fantabulous to believe, and although the film is breathtaking to view, and an action fan, I’m not…
I’ll yield to a “magical” premise, and this film delivers play for the imagination hook, line and sinker in every 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 this day and age, time and place, the challenge that we’re all facing, that’s, to recognize that so-called “reality” is definitely not real. That we 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 area 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 this can be a shared dream. Yes, even the physical pain may just be a phantom limb.
If we’re to believe the course, we’re 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 un curso de milagros videos. 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 start to see the events of the entire world as if these 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 discovered our answers in alchemy and ancient texts, obscure poetry, (Rumi, Lao T’su, Blake, Gibran ) as well as occult secrets and quantum science, that shift is occurring.
One of the primary lessons of a course in miracles instructs us “There’s no world.” In the same way Cobb and Mal experience reality in the deep netherworlds of their subconscious minds, we’re alarmed at each turn by our own projections. “Inception” is the nifty trick of implanting a notion in a unconscious dreamer’s mind that the dreamer will carry into reality. In the film the dream-schemers are typical well aware that if they do not lucidly perform the steps of their 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 control him to believe what she believes is real.
So here we’re, Don Quixotes all, swaying with this swords out prepared to strike at the false extensions of our own repressed emotion. Welcome to the dream world. We’ve journeyed far from our source, forgotten that life is just a game, and have, with our own 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’re geniuses all. We are all different aspects of God. Fallen, deluded, confused, undoubtedly, but our true Source isn’t concerned that individuals 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.