There is a hell of a great universe nearby; let’s go
The brand new movie “Inception” is brilliant in several ways. First, the cinematography is gorgeous, the special effects, highly impressive and the plotline, the plotline is 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 the truth is true, and believes an encounter with death will wake her up. Cobb has an merely a slightly stronger grip on which dream they’re in and for how long, and the cast of characters who elect to be involved in the shared dreaming get it done splendidly even as we admire their acuity to remain on mission. Of course, this seems all too fantabulous to trust, and although the film is breathtaking to view, and an activity fan, I’m not…
I’ll yield to a “magical” premise, and this film delivers play for the imagination hook, line, and sinker in most that’s magical about our minds, our intentions, our wills. Still, that’s not why it engaged me so intensely a course in miracles podcast. I kept having this vibey thrill that writer/director Christopher Nolan may have downloaded from the collective unconscious of contemporary humanity in this day and age, time and place, the process that we’re all facing, that’s, to understand that so-called “reality” is indeed not real. That we create it and can transform it.
As a program in miracles fan-addict (no pun intended), I subscribe to the daily task of looking straight into the face area of television, 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 all this is a shared dream. Yes, even the physical pain that are a phantom limb.
If we’re to trust the course, we’re still in Eden only we see through the glass darkly. We have put on blinders and loped 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 start to see the events of the entire world like they certainly 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 found our answers in alchemy and ancient texts, obscure poetry, (Rumi, Lao Tsu, Blake, Gibran ) in addition to occult secrets and quantum science, that shift is occurring.
Among the primary lessons of a program in miracles instructs us “There is no world.” Just like Cobb and Mal experience reality in the deep netherworlds of the subconscious minds, we’re alarmed at each turn by our own 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 all well aware when they don’t lucidly perform the steps of the preconceived agenda, they’ll 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 very own black hole and she works as any clever, ego-alien shadow worth her salt, to manipulate him to trust what she believes is real.
So here we’re, Don Quixotes all, swaying with our swords out willing to strike at the false extensions of our own repressed emotion. Welcome to the dream world. We have journeyed definately not our source, forget that life is a game, and have, with our own source-power made this video so real we need an innovative glitch in the matrix to shake us free.
Yet like The Force Himself or Herself, (most likely Itself) we’re geniuses all. We are many different facets 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.