There’s a hell of a great universe nearby; let’s go
The new 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 within a lucid dream within… well, to another 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 has a only a somewhat stronger grip which dream they’re in and for just how long, and the cast of characters who elect to take part in the shared dreaming do it splendidly as we admire their acuity to stay on mission. Obviously, this seems all too fantabulous to trust, and although the film is breathtaking to watch, and an activity fan, I am 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, time and place, the process that we’re all facing, that’s, to realize that so-called “reality” is definitely not real. That individuals create it and may change it.
As a course in miracles fan-addict (no pun intended), I sign up to the daily task of looking straight into the facial skin of television, into the tragedies that spread and leak and draw us into instinctual empathy, rage and hand-wringing throughout the planet, and remind myself that most this is a shared dream. Yes, even the physical pain may just be a phantom limb.
If we are to trust the course, we are still in Eden only we see through the glass darkly. We’ve put on blinders and loped into the desert thinking ourselves cast out retiro un curso de milagros. 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 planet like these were outside of 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 ) in addition to occult secrets and quantum science, that shift is occurring.
One of the primary lessons of a course in miracles instructs us “There is no world.” Just like Cobb and Mal experience reality in the deep netherworlds of these subconscious minds, we are alarmed at each turn by our own projections. “Inception” could be the nifty trick of implanting an idea within an unconscious dreamer’s mind that the dreamer will carry into reality. In the film the dream-schemers are typical well aware that when they do not lucidly perform the steps of these 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 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 are, 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’ve journeyed not even close to our source, forgotten that life is just a game, and have, with our own source-power made this video so real we need an amazing glitch in the matrix to shake us free.
Yet like The Force Himself or Herself, (most likely Itself) we are geniuses all. We’re various different areas of God. Fallen, deluded, confused, undoubtedly, but our true Source isn’t concerned that individuals 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.Read More