The Sleeping Buddha

Have you ever awakened in a dream, only to find you were still "inside" that dream? You wake up and maybe you tell some one else in the dream about the dream you were just having, and when this dream is over, you awaken to find that you had a "Dream within a Dream". I believe we all have the "Buddha Nature" within us. which is to say the ability to "awaken in this dream and realize that this is a dream world wrapped in another dimension and so on and so on. By choice we may activate this "Buddha Nature" or not. Some enjoy the "illusion" of the matrix just like "Cypher" in the film "The Matrix". Ultimately we decide how to navigate this world. However the World responds to our thoughts and our deeds. Whether one outside of us or ourselves directly,we attach labels such as "good" and of course more often than not"bad". We seem to hear about the bad more than good, or its close relative "potential". Potential is where the game lies dormant awaiting a willing participant to engage this Matrix we call "Earth". Each new day has this "potential".That potential lives in each of us. Potential for what? To discover answers to questions we have as "Humans" that we have yet answered. I believe there are two people that exist in this world(matrix). There are those of the mindset that if they have a question they go on a quest to seek out the answer within the matrix and then there are those that see through the matrix and it's code and go beyond the matrix and look within themselves for the answers. It has been said that we are Awareness disguised as a person having a human experience" I agree and resonate with this saying. Do you? Since last years experience of awakening within my core being, I began to lose sight of the original plan. I awakened and began to adjust my "vision" so as to see things for what they are and not as they "appeared" in this matrix. My goal was to see clearly and report what I see to others accurately. I found that in my experience, the others were not always willing to hear what I reported when I was usually asked my opinion on a matter, serious or not so serious, I spoke truthfully and this frightened people in ways that can best be described by using classic horror terminology. I discovered that Humans had a strong fear of the TRUE nature of the present moment. I discovered great opposition to the NOW as opposed to the future, where I had thought most people spend there present consciousness pondering it. Yes there was fear and apprehension regarding a potential or very possible future, but, nothing like the dissatisfaction they saw with the result of an "awakening" like the boring prospects of meditation and mindfulness and present awareness exercises. Was it laziness? Was it to serious an attitude to take here in the present on "Earth"? I felt constant resistance to what was in the present by those who did not want to end thier "Game Play". It was like trying to pry the attention of someone away from thier hand held IPHONE's. I aborted the present course at that time because I had allowed the old mindset and ways of thinking back in for a brief second that immediately muddied the waters of my fountain of perpetual youth. I ignored the resluting issues that developed within my mind because I became addicted to serenity. Serenity was not the problem, but like anything else I became dependent on it for comfort of an illuminated state of mind and did not want to engage anything for a moment so as to be contamination free. I became a spiritual germaphobe. You know the type of person who no longer associates with others from thier former circle because they are to pious. One can easily become engulfed in their practices and forget the world as much as an IT tech addict with a brand new piece of hardware. I became imbalanced and this infected my spiritual ecosystem. This condition ultimately lead me to a dark opening in my mind and I "FELL" down the rabbit hole and found out that it was far more deeper than I had ever imagined. This condition I found myself in was so dire I went from Divinity manifest in the physical to a tortured soul beyond any other time in my life. The greatest lesson of all was right around the corner though. Humility was introduced to me and I butt heads with him rather quickly, for obvious reasons. I mean, who wants to admit their not humble enough to move on to the next level? I began to play out all sorts of different scenarios just to justify why I aborted/quit engaging the present moment. I blamed in a 360 degree panoramic view of my self everything within sight or hearing regarding my "Fall". I found a lot in common with Ebeneezer Scrooge of Charles Dickens Classic tale "A Christmas Carol". I realized through different scenarios I kept getting into that I was once awake and had present awareness as a constant state of mind and then slipped into "Role Play". I became unconscious. That's it. I beat myself up everyday and spoke of the "Golden Days' when I was Ghandi or Neo(lol). The realization itself put me in a tail spin of depression which shocked me that I was "still" capable of falling for that masterful trick of the "Shadow Self". I can not tell you when or where or even how it happened exactly , but somehow I began to climb back out of the hole I had fallen into and was asleep in for some time now.That's why I chose the picture under the heading. I never lost my "Buddha Nature". I simply forgot about it, the same way one forgets the room he or she is sleeping in right before drifting off into another realm of consciousness known to us Humans as sleep. I emerged with an appreciation for loss and gained a new foundation and a new perspective on the present moment that was much needed in order to maintain a solid, constant, steady walk on the path to my higher self. When I say higher I mean a more pure sense of self in respect to Humanity and the Earth. I ,.we are truly fragile vessels and must conduct ourselves in such a way as not to spill one precious drop of the essence of the ALL that IS within US. It is the elixir of Immortality, the "Gateway to Heaven", truly the stuff dreams are made of. NAMASTE'