Dreams, or Reality?

[melanie]

Relative reality where every-thing is related relative to every thing else.
inter-related...all is one.

Who / what is this one? .....It is no-one and no-thing as not even one thing can exist.
Where is the single (I)

There is absolutely no psychological center to be found in reality what so ever.

Reality is of a transient non-solid nature/ substance appearing as dreams within dreams within dreams.

The lucid /conscious dream of the one dreamer is palpable through and as the invisible senses appearing as real dreams.

Happening to no-one and no-thing.

Nothing ever happened.

[AntonioLao]

A Theory of Nothing and a Theory of Everything are both in a state of dynamic equilibrium at the naked singularity of the Big Bang's origin estimated no more than 20 billions years ago.

[melanie]

A Theory of Nothing and a Theory of Everything are both in a state of dynamic equilibrium at the naked singularity of the Big Bang's origin estimated no more than 20 billions years ago.

Is the view of the fire of unknown origin from 20 billions years ago over there...
the same view that is viewed from over here now..?

20 20 vision.

[austintorn@aol.com]

We were climbing redwood trees next to an old cathedral somewhere in Brazil. The building was a block long and apparently unsteady, for as we stepped to it from the trees it began to tilt forward, tipping like a sliced loaf of bread, and I, thinking fast, ran to the falling front and bounded down the crashing stones as they formed temporary steps, now fallen slices of toast, as the building collapsed into rubble and dust. Looking back I could see some of the stones rolling toward me, an avalanche. I ran and ran, each step lengthening, like that of an ice-skating racer, and soon each of my strides covered thirty feet or more, sweeping long and true, like broad jumps strung together, until I needed not even come down to ground. I floated a few feet above the road until reaching home.

There I collected my sleeping bag and headed for the stone wall next to the pine tree—and lay me down for my sleep within a sleep. I reached out and touched the stacked stones, felt their warmth, and soon lost all lucid dream consciousness…

Some say that the day should begin at 6 AM with first light, and I would almost agree, but, by the dawn of reckoning, the mood of the day has often been already set by the tones of dreams, and so for me the day began with midnight. As I awoke and reviewed my dreams again, I knew that it would be another good day. I could no longer remember a bad one. Perhaps, like a stable weather pattern, the good days inspired good dreams and vice-versa, ad infinitum. The daily almanac came on the radio and I was alert to listen, though still assured of staying in bed another forty-five minutes. There was no hurry. This time was planned.

I got up, turned on the heat, dressed, fed the cats, and put on the eggs, bacon, and sausages. Opening the door to get the newspaper, I inhaled that wonderful deep drought of cool outdoor air during that first moment in which one is immune to even the lowest temperatures. This was followed by a drink of water from the well; I felt its coldness flow all the way down to my stomach.

Who was it that had written my dream? Could I take credit as the author since it was born of my own brain’s wanderings? Yet, it was such easy writing, for I merely jotted down what had happened in the dreams. I didn’t set out to plot the story or write it from scratch.

So, who or what wrote the script of the dream episodes?

[Mikal]

Its quite evident that there is a marked difference between a dream state and being conscious in reality.
There are types of brain waves that correspond with mental states and frequencies....

Delta is deep sleep with a frequency of 1-4 Hz
Theta is light sleep or drowsiness with a frequency of 4-7 Hz
Alpha is a state of relaxation or meditation with a frequency of 8-13 Hz
Beta is mental concentration with a frequency of 13-40 Hz
Beta of 40 Hz is the state linked to consciousness and perception..

The dream state and the state of consciousness have to be different as brain waves reveal that consciousness is bobbing in and out of wave states, frequencies and mental fields of varying electro-magnetic currents...


Mikal

[austintorn@aol.com]

Dreams demonstrate the true excitement of everynight life during the time of sleep. It is a wondrous time if you’re lucidly aware in the dreams. It’s like a movie filmed in Cinemascope and 3-D, a virtual reality in which you can script and star.

I will be making video clips of some dreams by having an electrodes implanted in my brain and will then have Steven Speilberg or George Lucas splice them together into a movie.

[melanie]

Physical seeing is 2-dimensional....the reflection....spacetime...duality...the dream.


The physical eye does not see in 3-dimensions...3-D is beyond the physical.

3-Dimensional is the unknowing knowing known held in consciousness.......The conception.

Projected into a 2-dimensional reality......the world we see.

Awakening to the dream.....is seeing knowing past the 3-D
becoming lucid non/ physical in the dream 4-D participating the wide awake state the eternal, not asleep.
5-D is living the eternal in the physical.

We are the least of God....the reflection.

God is everywhere as ONE ..........NOW and only NOW

There is no separate psychological center to THIS

The world is given to me only once...now.

It appears to every-one .....AS one.

It's a zen trick to the mind, the mirror.

The mind is the reflection of itself.......the one self.

The mind is tricked inside the hall of mirrors.

One size fits all.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dharma

We are the signature of the one.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pesher

Our words are cheap ...flush them away...not needed.
flush down the toilet once You have SEEN the quoted REFLECTION

i stumbled across the Pesher for and by myself.

IT is so simple.

i am here to FULL_FILL the Logos.


do YOU see

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oculus

i connect the dots... in the Sky... God/Heaven/Creation

........................

[melanie]

We were climbing redwood trees next to an old cathedral somewhere in Brazil. The building was a block long and apparently unsteady, for as we stepped to it from the trees it began to tilt forward, tipping like a sliced loaf of bread, and I, thinking fast, ran to the falling front and bounded down the crashing stones as they formed temporary steps, now fallen slices of toast, as the building collapsed into rubble and dust. Looking back I could see some of the stones rolling toward me, an avalanche. I ran and ran, each step lengthening, like that of an ice-skating racer, and soon each of my strides covered thirty feet or more, sweeping long and true, like broad jumps strung together, until I needed not even come down to ground. I floated a few feet above the road until reaching home.

There I collected my sleeping bag and headed for the stone wall next to the pine tree—and lay me down for my sleep within a sleep. I reached out and touched the stacked stones, felt their warmth, and soon lost all lucid dream consciousness…

Some say that the day should begin at 6 AM with first light, and I would almost agree, but, by the dawn of reckoning, the mood of the day has often been already set by the tones of dreams, and so for me the day began with midnight. As I awoke and reviewed my dreams again, I knew that it would be another good day. I could no longer remember a bad one. Perhaps, like a stable weather pattern, the good days inspired good dreams and vice-versa, ad infinitum. The daily almanac came on the radio and I was alert to listen, though still assured of staying in bed another forty-five minutes. There was no hurry. This time was planned.

I got up, turned on the heat, dressed, fed the cats, and put on the eggs, bacon, and sausages. Opening the door to get the newspaper, I inhaled that wonderful deep drought of cool outdoor air during that first moment in which one is immune to even the lowest temperatures. This was followed by a drink of water from the well; I felt its coldness flow all the way down to my stomach.

Who was it that had written my dream? Could I take credit as the author since it was born of my own brain’s wanderings? Yet, it was such easy writing, for I merely jotted down what had happened in the dreams. I didn’t set out to plot the story or write it from scratch.

So, who or what wrote the script of the dream episodes?

There is no separate I

The I cannot see itself....it reflects....the reflection is seen...the mirage/ RELATIVE to THAT

The wonderful sensations you describe in your post are arising in every apparent I .. As the invisible senses / soul

Although from the unique character perspective of you within your 'self referential' arena your feelings will be different to mine.
But just as no two perfect snowflakes are the same...snow is still snow.



If you can find a separate I ...then show me, where is it?

There is no ''out there''
Out there is the dream the reflection of the mind...of god.
There is no-other than god alone.

The one speaking through me as me now is not separate from the one hearing as you.
Closer than your very own skin.
Not even a razors edge between dreamer and dream.



i can read your post x 50 times and it still makes no difference to what is right NOW....all a dream appearing to no-one.
Words are meaningless.....seein is everything.
We cannot re-write this conception...the script.
It is done.

Any attempt is just imitation of the already known...an... Im -Poster.

Who this known is ?......impossible to know.

Yet plain to see.

There is only one eye ...only seeing

Yet even one thing cannot exist ... all is a mirage.

[AntonioLao]

Is the view of the fire of unknown origin

This is a paradox of standard modern cosmology regarding the spacetime location (at time zero and space zero) of the Big Bang singularity. This problem remains unresolved.

[melanie]

This is a paradox of standard modern cosmology regarding the spacetime location (at time zero and space zero) of the Big Bang singularity. This problem remains unresolved.

....unresolved yes it is

and will remain so ... shadows chasing shadows.

why does there have to be a problem?