 Originally Posted by Howetzer
I was just thinking about persona and if it has any correlation to auras. That is a bit of the subject though
I think I may differ in our opinions on dream content and it's derivative, but I come to the same conclusion from another angle
I have agreed all along that a person should act with proper conduct in and out of the dream world. Display in public or society their public image or personality that they would wish to uphold. For in a lucid dream I believe that dream characters and other manifestation of a dream scene are representations of yourself--from ourselves . So in effect, if one were to conduct themselves in a civilized manner in a dream, it would in turn influence their waking life. Just as it would when conducting yourself and conditioning yourself on a daily basis.
Why do you suppose your situation has taken a turn?
Do you feel your persona has regressed or taken a turn in waking life?
Who and what would be the factor in this change? You or something you are not in control of?
Am I missing the point?
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Good!
Sometimes I wonder if I am the only one who thinks like this. You have expressed very well what I have been thinking, and perhaps have put it much more succinctly then I have been doing.
Now, to answer your very good questions... (and I at once find it odd that I am not asked more questions, considering the sweeping assertions I so often make).
I first saw a trend in the general improvement of my Personas perhaps starting about a year ago. The Dreams symbolized the improvement with dreams of military promotion. I went from being an NCO... a sergeant... to being comissioned as a Major -- the bottom most of the Field Grade Officers, but a Field Grade Officer none the less. I remember in the dream asking whether I would be paid for it... not thinking it a real promotion unless it came with the remunerations and benefits. I was assured that all of that would follow. And then, to cover my other reoccurring motifs, I dreamt of finally Graduating, and then remembering that I had graduated dozens of times, and really had not need to continue my persistent returns to Dream Academia. Then there was a Dream where I was with something of a Spiritualist Convention -- every renown Orientalist and Yogin in the World was there. Invitation only. Quite an honor even to be invited. The odd part was that the Convention Center was under siege from Evil, and the doors had to be barracaded. I was thinking that if Evil were to penetrate from the front door, I would be the safest. When I began to think myself something of a coward for my safety, I reminded myself that if Evil were to come in the back way, then I would be among the first to die. So I concluded that it all evened out in the end. But the Convention Activities continued without constraint. It seems I had won a cooking competition. The Prize was to be awarded for the best Cake and decided by a panel of Judges. Well, what I had did was I went to the Judges and asked what kind of cake they liked, and how they preferred it be baked, even using suggested recipes and even enlisting the help of the Judges to bake the cake... all to make sure they got exactly what they preferred. So, when it came to the Judging, there was one cake they all thought was exquisitely wonderful -- the one they suggested, described, mixed and baked almost by themselves, with really not much assistence from myself. My part had been to understand the Contest better than everyone else had. One man THOUGHT the contest was intended to reward the person who best guessed what the judges would like, and who was the best baker. But really, nothing was said about being the best baker, but only about providing the Cake that the Judges would most prefer. But still, the young man, who I must admit was a far superior Chef to myself, was extremely irrate -- angry -- with me. I DID see his viewpoint and sympathized with him... afterall, he was young and it would take a lifetime before he understood things as well as myself... so I tried being nice and conciliatory and humble, but that only urked him all the more and off he went. I was feeling awkward that I had apparently made an enemy, when Old Neem Karali Baba, Ram Dass's Old Guru (Ramm Dass = Richard Alpert of "Be Here Now" fame, and an old friend of Timothy Leary from the LSD Days back in the sixties) came up to me and said, I think simply "Here, take this. It is Gold" and poured gold dust into my hand. And he walked away. So I ate the dust, not knowing what else to do with it. I took this as a vindication that I had behaved correctly at the Convention.
Then there were the dreams with my deceased Father. We got along much better than in life. He even brought me a new Spiritual Technique -- the making the White Noise sound with one's breath rushing through one's teeth. That making that Shshshshs hissing sound will open the crown chakra and fill it with White Light. handy trick.
Now, it is difficult to point out the improvement in my Dream Persona. The dignity of my behavior and the and intelligence of my decisions and statements, even under pressure... well, as vain as I can be at times, it all just seems a notch above what I have grown to expect from myself.
Has there been any improvement in my Waking Self? Well, only with more maturity, but that is incremental. I have not noticed, nor have my acquaintances noticed what would have to be a 'different' me.
But my intuition tells me that a jump from one Persona to another would require some shock or great impetus of energy. Yet, the literatures say that such 'Satori' transitions happen most unexpectedly.
We will see.
Oh, thanks for the very good questions.
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