Inbox Surprises
Hi ho, MMMLogerinos!
As you might imagine my Inbox is often full of surprises. Through this site, I get lots of interesting emails from readers, fans, seekers and skeptics. I read each with interest. If I wait a heartbeat or two it seems the Universe will respond to a particular question or comment. I've just received the following "question" and an "answer" . . .
Melinda, I read your website. Interesting how the human brain works. I don't believe in miracles, the existence of a soul, life after death, heaven, hell, or prior lifes. There is, of course, no demonstrable proof that any of this ever existed. The human brain is magnificent in its ability to conjure up things. So what is to be done for someone like myself? I'm 65 years old, went through a Ph.D. in history at Harvard, got a J.D. from Harvard, and am essentially an agnostic. I suppose that I am simply beyond the pale. Some people seem simply to be doomed to being rational naturalists.
Then the following from the mystic RUMI hit my Inbox forwarded by Franci Prowse, a gifted healer:
This place is a dream.
Only a sleeper considers it real.
Then death comes like dawn,
and you wake up laughing
at what you thought was your grief.
But there's a difference with this dream.
Everything cruel and unconscious
done in the illusion of the present world,
all that does not fade away at the death-waking.
It stays,
and it must be interpreted.
All the mean laughing,
all the quick, sexual wanting,
those torn coats of Joseph,
they change into powerful wolves
that you must face.
The retaliation that sometimes comes now,
the swift payback hit, is just a boy's game
to what the other will be.
You know about circumcision here.
It's full castration there!
And this groggy time we live,
this is what it's like: A man goes to sleep in the town
where he has always lived, and he dreams he's living
in another town.
In the dream, he doesn't remember
the town he's sleeping in his bed in. He believes
the reality of the dream town.
The world is that kind of sleep.
The dust of many crumbled cities
settles over us like a forgetful doze,
but we are older than those cities.
We began as a mineral.
We emerged into plant life and into the animal state,
and then into being human and always we have forgotten our former
states, except in early spring when we slightly recall
being green again.
Thats how a young person turns toward a teacher.
That's how a baby leans toward the breast,
without knowing the secret
of its desire, yet turning instinctively.
Humankind is being led along an evolving course,
through this migration of intelligences,
and though we seem to be sleeping,
there is an inner wakefulness
that directs the dream
and that will eventually startle us back to the truth of who we are.
~~~RUMI
Ciao, ciao, Mmmmmmmmmmelinda, dreaming . . .
As you might imagine my Inbox is often full of surprises. Through this site, I get lots of interesting emails from readers, fans, seekers and skeptics. I read each with interest. If I wait a heartbeat or two it seems the Universe will respond to a particular question or comment. I've just received the following "question" and an "answer" . . .
Melinda, I read your website. Interesting how the human brain works. I don't believe in miracles, the existence of a soul, life after death, heaven, hell, or prior lifes. There is, of course, no demonstrable proof that any of this ever existed. The human brain is magnificent in its ability to conjure up things. So what is to be done for someone like myself? I'm 65 years old, went through a Ph.D. in history at Harvard, got a J.D. from Harvard, and am essentially an agnostic. I suppose that I am simply beyond the pale. Some people seem simply to be doomed to being rational naturalists.
Then the following from the mystic RUMI hit my Inbox forwarded by Franci Prowse, a gifted healer:
This place is a dream.
Only a sleeper considers it real.
Then death comes like dawn,
and you wake up laughing
at what you thought was your grief.
But there's a difference with this dream.
Everything cruel and unconscious
done in the illusion of the present world,
all that does not fade away at the death-waking.
It stays,
and it must be interpreted.
All the mean laughing,
all the quick, sexual wanting,
those torn coats of Joseph,
they change into powerful wolves
that you must face.
The retaliation that sometimes comes now,
the swift payback hit, is just a boy's game
to what the other will be.
You know about circumcision here.
It's full castration there!
And this groggy time we live,
this is what it's like: A man goes to sleep in the town
where he has always lived, and he dreams he's living
in another town.
In the dream, he doesn't remember
the town he's sleeping in his bed in. He believes
the reality of the dream town.
The world is that kind of sleep.
The dust of many crumbled cities
settles over us like a forgetful doze,
but we are older than those cities.
We began as a mineral.
We emerged into plant life and into the animal state,
and then into being human and always we have forgotten our former
states, except in early spring when we slightly recall
being green again.
Thats how a young person turns toward a teacher.
That's how a baby leans toward the breast,
without knowing the secret
of its desire, yet turning instinctively.
Humankind is being led along an evolving course,
through this migration of intelligences,
and though we seem to be sleeping,
there is an inner wakefulness
that directs the dream
and that will eventually startle us back to the truth of who we are.
~~~RUMI
Ciao, ciao, Mmmmmmmmmmelinda, dreaming . . .
posted by MMMelinda at 2:11 PM
