There is a hell of a good universe nearby; let’s go
The brand new movie “Inception” is brilliant in several ways. First, the cinematography is gorgeous, the special effects, highly impressive and the plotline, the plotline is a wild-a lucid dream inside a lucid dream within… well, to the next 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 reality is true, and believes an encounter with death will wake her up. Cobb comes with an only a slightly stronger grip on which dream they’re in and for the length of time, and the cast of characters who elect to participate in the shared dreaming take action splendidly as we admire their acuity to stay on mission. Obviously, this seems all too fantabulous to trust, and although film is breathtaking to watch, and a motion fan, I’m not…
I will yield to a “magical” premise, and this film delivers play for the imagination hook, line, and sinker in most 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 may have downloaded from the collective unconscious of contemporary humanity in this day and age, time and place, the process that we’re all facing, that’s, to understand that so-called “reality” is indeed not real. That we create it and may change it.
As a program in miracles fan-addict (no pun intended), I contribute to the daily task of looking straight into the face of television, to the tragedies that spread and leak and draw us into instinctual empathy, acim podcast rage and hand-wringing throughout the planet, and remind myself that this is a shared dream. Yes, even the physical pain that are a phantom limb.
If we are to trust the course, we are still in Eden only we see through the glass darkly. We have put on blinders and loped to 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 the projection. We start to see the events of the world as though they certainly were outside of 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 Tsu, Blake, Gibran ) in addition to occult secrets and quantum science, that shift is occurring.
One of many primary lessons of a program in miracles instructs us “There’s no world.” Just as Cobb and Mal experience reality in the deep netherworlds of these subconscious minds, we are alarmed at each turn by our own 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 if they do not lucidly perform the steps of these 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 very 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 this swords out prepared to strike at the false extensions of our own repressed emotion. Welcome to the dream world. We have journeyed not even close to our source, forget that life is a game, and have, with our own source-power made this video so real we need an innovative 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 facets of God. Fallen, deluded, confused, undoubtedly, but our true Source isn’t concerned that we blame him. We made this messy world whenever we thought we would step out of Eden. Adam fell asleep, it says in Genesis. It doesn’t say he woke up.