There is a hell of a good universe next door; let’s go
The new movie “Inception” is brilliant in a number of ways. First, the cinematography is gorgeous, the special effects, highly impressive and the plotline, the plotline is the wild-a lucid dream within a lucid dream within… well, to another 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 has a just a slightly stronger grip which dream they’re in and for the length of time, and the cast of characters who elect to be involved in the shared dreaming get it done splendidly as we admire their acuity to remain on mission. Of course, this seems all too fantabulous to think, and though the film is breathtaking to view, and an action fan, I am not…
I’ll yield to a “magical” premise, and this film delivers play for the imagination hook, line and sinker in every 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 could have downloaded from the collective unconscious of contemporary humanity in today and age, time and place, the task that we’re all facing, that’s, to understand that so-called “reality” is indeed not real. That people create it and can alter it.
As a class in miracles fan-addict (no pun intended), I sign up for the daily task of looking straight into the face area of television, to the tragedies that spread and leak and draw us into instinctual empathy, rage and hand-wringing all around the planet, and remind myself that all this can be a shared dream. Yes, even the physical pain that are a phantom limb.
If we’re to think the course, we’re still in Eden only we see through the glass darkly. We have wear blinders and loped to the desert thinking ourselves cast out ucdm. 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 projection. We start to see the events of the entire world as if they were beyond our personal egos, when creating something better is all a matter of a shift in perspective. And for many of us longtime seekers who are finding our answers in alchemy and ancient texts, obscure poetry, (Rumi, Lao T’su, Blake, Gibran ) in addition to occult secrets and quantum science, that shift is occurring.
One of the primary lessons of a class in miracles instructs us “There’s no world.” Just as Cobb and Mal experience reality in the deep netherworlds of their subconscious minds, we’re alarmed at each turn by our personal projections. “Inception” could be the nifty trick of implanting a notion within an unconscious dreamer’s mind that the dreamer will carry into reality. In the film the dream-schemers are typical well aware that if they don’t really lucidly perform the steps of their preconceived agenda, they’ll 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 control him to think what she believes is real.
So here we’re, Don Quixotes all, swaying with our swords out prepared 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 really a game, and have, with our personal source-power made this video so real we truly need a clever glitch in the matrix to shake us free.
Yet like The Force Himself or Herself, (most likely Itself) we’re geniuses all. We are all different facets of God. Fallen, deluded, confused, without doubt, but our true Source isn’t concerned that individuals blame him. We made this messy world once we thought we would step out of Eden. Adam fell asleep, it says in Genesis. It doesn’t say he woke up.