Dreaming into Manifestation

I preach Lucid Dreaming for more reasons then for you to feel the fancy of flight but because when observed with an inquisitive mind it has the capacity to truly awaken one to what they are.

A creature not only of flesh and blood but also one of

pure imagination.

The more you are capable of consciously dancing between the state of being material and the state of being immaterial the better capable you are of marrying the two states into one beingness . When you are experiencing yourself as the dance itself while also experiencing being dancer who is dancing,

the less the divide between manifest and

imagination will hinder your capacity to create.

Duality can become singular. Manifestations can occur alongside thought. One can glimpse the divine within them self with properly tuned awareness. We create with our bodies, our movements, this is our song and our songs are always limited to our beliefs and awareness. Conscious dreaming is capable of freeing you from the delusions of transcendence, making you truly alive, truly awake.

The dreaming world is awake and alive with archetypal energy and deep seated subconscious symbology. This world lives with angels and Buddha’s, jesters and hero’s. It controls your life and your emotions and moods and thoughts more then you would know or would admit until you finally wake within it and start to understand its structure. To be a true walker of both worlds one has to all but abandon society as it is today. One must observe their belief structures from an outside perspective and alter many beliefs hinged on the manifest world the does not fit within the true paradigm of awareness and awakenedness in both the manifest and imaginal worlds. This society has no respect for the dream world despite every single one of this its inhabitant wandering into it every night and coming from it every morning. It truly is the living dimension of the imagination and you have the capacity to live within it as much as you live within the manifest world to awaken all the creative potential that is your birthright.

If only they would believe.

As every sunrise draws near I know that I must return to a world

I did not create,

to a life I did not choose with stories no one will truly listen to.

But this night, this night is different.

This night I have evoked a vision that will reach out,

changing all that it touches.

A vision of a creatures dancing around a fire in the dark of night. Creatures stomping and falling joyously,

choosing embodiment as the concrete emanation of the divine. Being the flesh of Earth and the blood of her rivers, perfectly enjoying their manifest selves when suddenly a

high ululating breaks the moment.

The sound hanging in the air like smoke in the sudden silence.

The shadows gather as to assure the creatures something else, something other, is with them. Coming again from the dark is a primal and discomforting cry. It strikes the ears in ways unknown from their civilized lives, yet there is a strange familiarity.

Panic rushes into the circle.

Bursts of fury and scrambled energy.

Screeches and screams ring into the night.

Whirling chaos, tatters fly, swirling flames and

ribbons of sparks pounce onto the unsuspecting.

The figure is ambiguous and androgynous.

Dualism that inscribed the body with chains of gender are discarded. S/he dances like a wild thing, nothing but sheer energy released to the purpose of this moment.

S/he reels in the little creatures shadows and all.

Accepting indeterminacy and uncertainty they rejoice in laughing, chaotic, erotic dancing whirling to the pounding of the heartbeat. Letting go willingly to divest their selves of all burden of fear

for the sake of this wild dance, for this wild moment.

Riding the current of the dance they pounce and wail.

They fly and they slither. Running like children playing a game of tag yet no one is “it” and no one knows the rules.

Squawking and howling their voices take them to places their feet can not, backward to some ancestral revel and forward into archaic futures. They twist and weave around one another’s song while the wild one continues to goad and tempt them, challenging them to dance further more with the unknown potential of imagination.

They become who they are.

Creatures of flesh and earth but also of imagination and unknown. In this wild dance there are no signs left to divide,

nothing left to distinguish.

They are other,

other then what they were and other then what they might be.

They dance but they are also the dance. They move with the power to be something more than they are, to be more then they pretend. They are free from the illusions of transcendence,

they are awake, they are alive.

Born of Earth but out of an imaginal space.

With every breath they inhale the wisdom of the forest,

of life,

of death and of decay.

Of continual renewal.

They burn with the fire of life and the desire to be the

being while also being the being being.

Firelight flickers,

bodies glisten.

Some swaying with the echoes of the nights wild rhythm while some lay exhausted entwined limb over limb.

I lay here begrudgingly awaiting dawn

when I have to return to the civilized world,

I know that the power I let loose on the world this night will persist. An echo of this vision reverberating in on itself using its own energy to continually create itself until its so powerful it can slip through the cracks of our concrete world and whisper its invitation for all to join this wild dance.