There exists a hell of an excellent universe next door; 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 just a wild-a lucid dream within a lucid dream within… well, to the next 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 reality is true, and believes an encounter with death will wake her up. Cobb comes with an only a slightly stronger grip on which dream they’re in and for just how long, and the cast of characters who elect to be involved in the shared dreaming do it splendidly once we admire their acuity to remain on mission. Needless to say, this seems all too fantabulous to think, and although film is breathtaking to watch, and a motion fan, I am 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 may have downloaded from the collective unconscious of contemporary humanity in today and age, time and place, the process that we’re all facing, that’s, to recognize that so-called “reality” is definitely not real. That individuals create it and may change 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, in to the tragedies that spread and leak and draw us into instinctual empathy, rage and hand-wringing all around the planet, and remind myself that this can be a shared dream. Yes, even the physical pain that are a phantom limb.
If we’re to think the course, we’re still in Eden only we work through the glass darkly. We’ve wear blinders and loped in to the desert thinking ourselves cast out acim podcast. 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 begin to 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 ) along with occult secrets and quantum science, that shift is occurring.
One of many primary lessons of a program in miracles instructs us “There’s 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 personal projections. “Inception” is the nifty trick of implanting an idea in an unconscious dreamer’s mind that the dreamer will carry into reality. In the film, the dream-schemers are well aware that when they do not lucidly perform the steps of these 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 govern him to think 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 personal repressed emotion. Welcome to the dream world. We’ve journeyed far from our source, forget that life is just a game, and have, with our personal source-power made this video so real we want an amazing glitch in the matrix to shake us free.
Yet like The Force Himself or Herself, (most likely Itself) we’re geniuses all. We’re many different areas of God. Fallen, deluded, confused, undoubtedly, but our true Source isn’t concerned that we 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.