There is a hell of a great universe nearby; let’s go
The newest movie “Inception” is brilliant in several ways. First, the cinematography is gorgeous, the special effects, highly impressive and the plot line, the plot line is wild-a lucid dream within a lucid dream within… well, to the 3rd degree-so that poor Mal, (Marion Cotillard), Cobb’s, (Leonardo DiCaprio) wife- or rather the projection of his deceased wife, doesn’t know anymore which the reality is true, and believes an encounter with death will wake her up. Cobb has a only a somewhat stronger grip where dream they’re in and for just how long, and the cast of characters who elect to take part in the shared dreaming take action splendidly even as we admire their acuity to stay on mission. Needless to say, this seems all too fantabulous to trust, and although film is breathtaking to watch, and a motion fan, I am not…
I’ll yield to a “magical” premise, and this film delivers play for the imagination hook, line and sinker in every that’s magical about our minds, our intentions, our wills. Still, that’s not why it engaged me so intensely. I kept having this vibey thrill that writer/director Christopher Nolan could have downloaded from the collective unconscious of contemporary humanity in today and age, time and place, the task that we’re all facing, that’s, to recognize that so-called “reality” is indeed not real. That people create it and can change it.
As a course in miracles fan-addict (no pun intended), I contribute to the daily task of looking straight into the facial skin of television, into the tragedies that spread and leak and draw us into instinctual empathy, rage and hand-wringing all around the planet, and remind myself that all this is a shared dream. Yes, even the physical pain might be a phantom limb.
If we are to trust the course, we are still in Eden only we work through the glass darkly. We’ve put on blinders and loped into the desert thinking ourselves cast out. And lo, that’s what we experience, what we see around us. Our collective doom-trained minds heavy with a pang of free-floating guilt we can’t name-do what any non-lucid dreamer does-create from projection a course in miracles online. We start to see the events of the world like they were outside our personal egos, when creating something better is all a matter of a shift in perspective. And for most of us longtime seekers who have found our answers in alchemy and ancient texts, obscure poetry, (Rumi, Lao T’su, Blake, Gibran ) along with occult secrets and quantum science, that shift is occurring.
One of many primary lessons of a course in miracles instructs us “There’s no world.” Just like Cobb and Mal experience reality in the deep netherworlds of their subconscious minds, we are alarmed at each turn by our personal projections. “Inception” is the nifty trick of implanting an idea in an unconscious dreamer’s mind that the dreamer will carry into reality. In the film the dream-schemers are all well aware that when they do not lucidly perform the steps of their preconceived agenda, they will be stalked and pummeled by the images their fear and anger have evoked. Indeed Cobb’s shadowy figure, his Jungian dark anima, Mal, seeks to down him in her own black hole and she works as any clever, ego-alien shadow worth her salt, to manipulate him to trust what she believes is real.
So here we are, Don Quixotes all, swaying with your swords out ready to strike at the false extensions of our personal repressed emotion. Welcome to the dream world. We’ve journeyed far from our source, forgotten that life is really a game, and have, with our personal source-power made this video so real we need an amazing glitch in the matrix to shake us free.
Yet like The Force Himself or Herself, (most likely Itself) we are geniuses all. We are many different areas of God. Fallen, deluded, confused, undoubtedly, but our true Source isn’t concerned that individuals blame him. We made this messy world whenever we chose to step out of Eden. Adam fell asleep, it says in Genesis. It doesn’t say he woke up.