I believe I am probably the source of that original quote, from the Dream Guru who told me that ‘even a few seconds of Meditation in a Dream are worth thousands of hours of Waking Meditation’. And yes, in several instances I have found that dream to have proven True.
In the most important instance, a dream became Lucid, surprisingly, while I had dreamt of having been a Commando/Terrorist who had hijacked a bus. Becoming Lucid, I asked the driver to pull over so I could get out. I noticed that I was not wearing shoes, which, of course, plainly means that I was on Holy Ground, and so I looked around to see what was so special. I was on the outskirts of a City, near the rail yards and gravel pits. Just meters away was an old rusty iron railway overpass. But it was all exquisitely beautiful and so I had no doubt about it being Holy Ground.
In keeping with the sacredness of the moment I decided to Meditate. I intoned an AUM and arose up off the ground to hover a few meters off the ground in quiet serenity. And, true to the Guru’s words, not seconds transpired when the air shimmered in waves and ripples and turned a wonderful shade of violet-pink. I was in a state of curious expectancy about it all when just then the space some 10 meters in front of me simply tore open and out poured the Pure White Light, like magnesium burning before a chromium mirror, bright and real.
The substance of the Light quickly took up a form – a Paramahansa Swan… not a living bird but a very ornate statuesque representation of one. It was large – more than a meter high and wide. And it was amazingly beautiful – in the brightest White Light but still one could discern the textures of the shapes and detail. But there was little time for amazement when the Swan shot across the distance between us and penetrated into my forehead. And then a new one formed up to replace it, and it shot over into my forehead as well… and again and again and again, each time more quickly, but each time the ornate and elaborate Paramahansa Swan became simpler, more streamlined. As they formed up more rapidly, they became plainer and plainer. Finally they were coming at a rate of 8 or 10 per second, and the birds were mere ‘Vees’, like as in the way young children draw birds flying in the sky, as two joining lines tapering outward. And they were all flying into my forehead.
When I awoke, the sensations acquired in the Dream persisted. My Agna Chakra was still pulsating with the feeling of this Spiritual Energy, no longer perceptible as Light but tangible as a pressure sensation. The sensation by proximity also energized my Crown Chakra as well as my throat and heart chakras.
Many Spiritualists maintain that they can perceive the White Light while in waking consciousness. I’m not one of them. Not long ago, I was meditating on the sofa, more inclined then I should have been according to all of the traditions… somebody might have supposed I was just napping… when I became conscious that my entire brain was aflame in the White Light, as though my head contained a great fluorescent tube, but as I came into my ordinary conscious state, aware of my surroundings, the White Light melted away but I knew the Condition persisted because I still felt the same Feeling – the pressure sensation continued.
Such feelings continue strong for a day, and take a few days to melt away.
The Corollary to the Gurus words is that any Spiritual Practice attempted in a Dream will bear almost instant Fruits – Prayers, Mantras, special postures, etc. But even then, each Prayer or Mantra will prove only as powerful as it actually is. Some Dreamers hold the theory that all these Spiritual Disciplines operate only by suggestion and imagination, and so they would all be equally effective, but that does not prove to be the case. These Prayers and Mantras vary in their potency, indicating by just such contingencies a Reality verified by the qualities of Limitation and Condition which Imagination alone would not recognize or submit to.
So it can become something of a Hobby, using one’s Lucid Dreams in order to experiment with the Prayers and Mantras and other Spiritual Practices of the World’s highest Spiritual Traditions. The East is famous for such potent Traditions, but one should not underestimate the West. Just a few months ago I went Lucid and began repeating the “Hail Mary”. I was, again within seconds, swept up into a Vortex of white luminescence and unfortunately experienced a discontinuity of Consciousness – remembering afterward only that I was going up, and then that I was coming down, and not remembering anything about what had happened when I had reached the Highest Point. I suppose I was in Heaven. I had regretted that retained no memory of where I had been, but the very next week, I did dream of being in the Offices of Our Lady Queen of Heaven. In Dreams, all Spiritual Progress is sustained and builds upon itself. Each Initiation brings us to a New Level to which we can return as though by Privilege instead of by Effort.
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