The Continuous Rebirth In The Ultimate Work of Living
What you perceive as "real" may be the mere surface of an illusory world designed to prepare you for higher knowledge.
The experience I had recently was truly astonishing, a kind of Erisyoacyk Amoselion, a bridge between mind, body and soul, through which an external world flowed unimpeded into me. I am still searching for its deeper meaning.
When I woke up this morning, the objects I found next to me, a mask, a clock and a rose, were clues that reality and dream are more closely connected than it seems at first glance. The theater mask on the bedside table made me think of the roles I played in life, against my will, Prospero, Hamlet, Timon or Macbeth, and the fleeting desire to hide my true face under various masks. Could the dream, my living in another reality, be a call to open my eyes to the hidden possibilities and unexplored experiences of this life?
The story of my dream is the story of the secrets I lived through. It was as if I tried to escape from a memory without the present or, on the contrary, to join a process of seeing a half of me, conditioned by art to illuminate my soul through an obvious tendency to intensify the dialogue between real and unreal. The better a magician protects his secrets, the more mundane they turn out to be. The scene, of course, had developed around me, thanks to my alleged ability to be in two places at the same time.
But the most intriguing object in the dream, referring to the objects discovered near me, was an abstract painting, whose vibrant colors and nebulous forms seemed to lead me to an increasingly acute perception of the infinite. That moving blue expanse, stagnant in its movement, valid only through the free expressiveness that the painting offered me, was in an unstable balance, somewhere between the informal and the figurative, between the abstract and the concrete.
The discovery that "what you see is not what it really is" invites you to ask how much of what you know is actually filtered through illusions?
As a result, faced with the ultimate demonstration of the impossible, I oscillate between the two identities of the painting, both strikingly appealing to me. One that truly belonged to me, the other that pushes to madness, that permanent state of somnambulism, through which life, with its forms of manifestation, registers its suite of endless variations. The unstable balance in a work of art can mirror the inner tensions of the observer.
I closed my eyes again. Not a word. Nothing explicit. I felt like I was in an empty, silent room where God, wearing a black hooded Halloween cape, revealed his mysterious presence in a moving, fluid painting that flowed like the time in the works of Salvador Dali. It was like some kind of profound spiritual revelation, a connection to the divine beyond ordinary forms, as something made me step out of ordinary patterns of perception and experience an altered state of consciousness, a mysterious fusion with reality beyond appearances.
Abandoning limited consciousness is the path to enlightenment.
When I opened my eyes, the sensation had remained so strong that I thought I myself had melted into a landscape as fluid as time, from Dali's paintings. Unsettling and unsettling, I felt as if objective reality had dissolved, the boundaries between me and the outside world becoming blurred, and my perception completely distorted and surreal. However, a feeling of loneliness had overwhelmed me, as if I had separated from this world, just to know God, and once I found him, it immediately disappeared. Abstract art challenges you to find meaning and order in apparent chaos.
Could you perceive an image that leads to a subjective estimation of reality, borrowing symbolic elements capable of building an organic creative being with an infinite diversity of embodiments?
The magician in Christopher Priest's novel confessed part of the secret of illusionism:
"At the base of the mystery are three, possibly four of the six fundamental categories of illusions: the Russian disappears, then the Russian disappears in another part, somehow it seemed to have been an element of transfer, and all had been done in apparent defiance of the laws of nature. A disappearance on the stage is relatively easy to prepare, by placing mirrors or half - mirrors, the use of light, the use of canvases or the black flocks, and so on. The appearance in another place is usually a matter of pre-placing an object or a faithful copy of it. Or, if it is a person, the placement a convincing double of the person concerned. The combination of these two effects produces the third; in its disorder, the audience believes that it has witnessed the defiance of the laws of nature."
Just a dream artist. God gave me the dream to fulfill my reality. I'm still thinking, if my dream was not the exquisite presentation of a stage illusion, good enough to make me know myself better under the aspect of a Delirium, a Synaesthesia, which unites the past and the present in a special way.
Father and son both learn the disturbing truth: "what we see is not what it really is". One merges with the other, until both become one - a single merged consciousness, where the boundaries between identities blur completely. They pass unconsciously from one to the other, without even knowing whether this transfer is made in one direction or the other.
The moment when God intervenes in the dream suggests the transition from creation to revelation.
The painting caught the life of the dream and became a reality. Suddenly, and without any threshold, she introduced me into this infinity of illusions generated by the creative force of the mind itself, at a moment when God said: "Enough". And, wiping the sweat from his brow, He invited me to step further on the path to the infinite, on the condition that I abandon myself to his vision, and I soon began to appreciate, at its true value, the quality involved in this loss - or regaining - of consciousness.
In the end, I was able to deeply understand the meaning of this inexplicable experience. Here it is: "The uniting of identities into a single consciousness can symbolize the integration of divergent aspects of the self."
In leadership you will always run into this harsh law: "Be prepared to temporarily lose your usual benchmarks in order to gain a higher knowledge."
This higher knowledge is achieved by integrating and reconciling the divergent aspects of the self into a unified consciousness so as to gain a deeper and more comprehensive insight into reality and one's own being.
The Continuous Rebirth In The Ultimate Work of Living symbolizes the transcendence of limitations and the constant evolution of the being towards higher levels of understanding and awareness. Dreams can function as a theater of the mind, staging complex illusions that reveal deep truths. So here is the one truth that inspired me to write this article:
"The more you want to know about yourself and the world, the more you must dream, for dreams are portals to the unexplored depths of being and the universe."
