There’s a hell of an excellent universe nearby; let’s go
The newest movie “Inception” is brilliant in many ways. First, the cinematography is gorgeous, the special effects, highly impressive and the plot line, the plot line is wild-a lucid dream in just 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 slightly stronger grip on which dream they’re in and for how long, and the cast of characters who elect to take part in the shared dreaming do it splendidly as we admire their acuity to remain on mission. Of course, 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 every that is 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 this very day and age, time and place, the challenge that we’re all facing, that is, to recognize that so-called “reality” is definitely not real. That individuals create it and can alter it.
As a course in miracles fan-addict (no pun intended), I sign up for the daily task of looking straight into the face of television, to the tragedies that spread and leak and draw us into instinctual empathy, rage and hand-wringing throughout the planet, and remind myself that all this is a shared dream retiro un curso de milagros. Yes, even the physical pain that are a phantom limb.
If we are to trust the course, we are still in Eden only we look out of the glass darkly. We have wear blinders and loped to the desert thinking ourselves cast out. And lo, that is 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. We start to see the events of the entire world like these 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 are finding 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 the primary lessons of a course in miracles instructs us “There is no world.” Just as Cobb and Mal experience reality in the deep netherworlds of the subconscious minds, we are alarmed at each turn by our personal projections. “Inception” may be the nifty trick of implanting a concept in a unconscious dreamer’s mind that the dreamer will carry into reality. In the film the dream-schemers are well aware when they don’t really lucidly perform the steps of the 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 govern him to trust what she believes is real.
So here we are, Don Quixotes all, swaying with our swords out willing to strike at the false extensions of our personal repressed emotion. Welcome to the dream world. We have journeyed not even close to our source, forgotten that life is a game, and have, with our personal source-power made this video so real we need an ingenious 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, no doubt, 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.