Allegory of the dream in the garden on enlightened society
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One day a woman was walking through the forest when she came across a man entangled in a trap
When the suffering man heard her approach he focused his dispersed awareness upwards and said dear woman
I've become tangled in this trap. Can you help me escape?
She paused and looked intently at the man and how he was entwined
Then the woman asked how did this happen the man sighed in confused reflection?
To this saga
When I was a child I had a dream in the garden
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appeared in the world
From the boundless field. I became unified and spirited
It was sudden and surprising
Out of this world marveled pen down like a magnet
sailing through ethereal space
floating among countless glowing orbs in the cosmic ocean
Wandering in the middle of forever. I
Awoke and found self highly conscious in the living breathing garden
I didn't understand and I couldn't explain but I knew it I felt it. I was it
I was grateful and humbled to be
to love
to experience
the awe and Wonder
During the bright days when the great orb sailed across the clear sky I could truly see the world
bands of animate creatures feeding and roaming
blooming flora
swaying in the breeze in all mortal spirits in between
The Azure seas and tributaries
Soaring peaks and tumble and gorges
verdure meadows and deep forests
all reflecting the rainbow of luminous colors
when immense communal interconnected composition
The illuminated garden morphed into darkness methodically after the clouded canopy fretted with golden fire
The unfathomable mystery of a dark abyss laid bare
with shimmering jewels painted across the translucent black firmament
In the brilliant white Crescent disk keeping tempo in turn
Habitual seasons proceeded from pleasant tranquility to soaking storms an electric fire
to searing droughts
Ending in Arctic freeze before tracing the round anew
I felt ardent passions joy and sadness
health and pain
growth and neglect
and all flavors of the alchemical patterns, I
Touched the sculpted forms and temperate textures of the earth
the solid minerals
Yielding stocks and delicate blossoms. I
heard unnamed sounds and songs
rhythms and tones
voices of the wild
solo hems
coupled harmonies and melodies
and chorus
I
Smelled the fragrant perfumes seasoned aromas and wafting odours
subtle and profuse
distinct and combined
I explored the spectrum
Discovered the immense and minut with wonder and apprehension. I roamed
I learned to reflect and ponder to
imagine design and fashion and create all the Wiz essential
Was real for me I called it sacred and bowed to the muse I
Created stories for myself to play in and perform I
Carried them with me like a glowing ember through the generations
Lost and found eternally
But on the last day I could no longer find myself
and the dream evolved into a nightmare a
Kind of shadow emerged
not an archangel
but a spectral transition
With the will to represent paradise
I
Feel now that a presence was lost
What exactly I can't remember like a word on the tip of my tongue? I?
Became enthralled and dazzled by the shadows on the cave wall
I had arisen beyond nature alone among all the world
thrown into a brutish storm with omnipotent immortality and
That story has never ended
Those young enlightened eyes have never seen so wide again
Scarcely through the generations did I peek through the filter of the atmosphere?
Or emerge from the deep rippling ocean like a lotus dragon
Were breached the high wall with a fleeting glimpse
There I was bound and tangled in the static trap of my lucid dream
Condemned to suffer this fate along with all those I touched
When at last I had an enlightened vision from the mountain perch of my fury nightmare
Right my masterpiece from within this horror
Find a cure for this hurt and
By opposing end it
Rather than be consumed to overcome
EPIK to play the savior on the world stage by story's end
To travel the ends of the earth to avenge this abomination
Not to slay another but to redeem myself
And so dear woman we have come to your part in the story at last
My waking life has become this dream. I have been hibernating in this last day for all of history
and I do not know which of us is the butterfly and
Though I am old and wise and have everything. I need I am still that child in the garden
I never awoke from that dream and
I remain entangled in this trap
Just her compassionate attention down at the enduring Atlas
She replied I can see that you've spent your lifetime trapped here
Getting more tangled with every thought and interaction with the world
It is my sublime role to liberate you from this trap
But even now at this very moment
You are becoming evermore entangled so I cannot get to the trap to set you free
The man long pondered his situation
And truly grasped the depth of his dilemma for the first time
Then the woman said this being the case, what would you like me to do?
And paused for an eternal moment and said soulfully I don't know
I don't know what to do
Then the woman exclaimed
Now you are ready
This genuine realization of your situation is the only true place to begin
That is a 10,000 year journey made in an instant and your dilemma is no longer hopeless
She pondered to herself silently, how long will this realization last I wonder
Then she said before I can get you out of this tangled trap I need just one thing from you
Think about what you know to be true
Think about what is absolutely certain for you what you have no doubts about
Think about what everyone should know
think about your thoughts
feel them
and
Compare that with the authentic realization that you just had about your dilemma
That you don't know
Then she sat down deliberately feeling the earth as herself
She said breathe in the air
Feel it inside your body
It has been traveling since the beginning of time to be here now
To become part of you
This is the place where all your ancestors reside
Then she softly gazed at him and their eyes became mirrors
She said
Do you see?
Do you see the tangled trap that you are in
Do you see how everything that happens only causes you to become further entrapped
Then the woman delivered the last line in the story the final step is a paradox
The dream in the garden is an allegory of mankind's evolution into higher consciousness
It's a new account of the human origin story
based on the historical memory
About the actual transition from ape to human
That has been passed down across generations and cultures for thousands of years
There is little suspense for Humanity as the days pass by and the nights come and go
Bewildered astonished or humbled by our situation
That we exist
That there is existence
Here now
Most of humanity has never awoken from their slumber for more than an instant
When the felt presence of immediate experience slowly morphs back into an estranged
representation
Suspense at what?
bewildered astonished and humbled in the face of what
It's all rather ordinary isn't it even trivial?
This is the trap that mankind is entangled in and nearly everything we do further entraps us
Remember the man's realization. It is dilemma when he replied soulfully, I don't know
That is the starting place
To begin again and know the place for the first time
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