December 15, 2004

I told you, didn't I? If you know me as a friend, or a teacher, or both, you must have heard me say "write---journaling is almost as important as meditation!"

What you learn in the process of writing is profound. If you don't take the time to write, you miss a lot of the lessons.

Dreaming is an amazing doorway to a reality that is filled with possibilities. One of the possibilities in dreaming is a visit from eternity. Last night I had a Rama dream. I didn't really understand the dream until I wrote it down. This is what I wrote, and learned.

It is funny what I remember as I recall my dream. This dream was very intense with love, power and humor. I think I was outside, but I am not sure. I sat in the second row of a large audience.

Rama was on the stage, just in front of me and slightly to my left. He was teaching, talking, laughing, and I was well, ecstatic!

I was having trouble seeing him, even though he was close, and I was in the second row. Two people directly in front of me were lying down much like reclining Buddhas, and the position they were in impacted my view of Rama. All I could see was his head, and in order to do that I had to move my head to look around their "arses". You know how dreams are. For some reason, their "arses" were in the way of my head seeing Rama's head. Strange. Must have been some mighty big "arses".

Rama was saying something very clearly about how happy he was that we had been in class for the past seven days. He was thanking us for being their for seven days, and then showing up today.

From somewhere deep in the audience someone shouted, "No, Thank YOU!"

Rama was only slightly startled, and chuckled as he looked out over the audience. He appreciated the gratitude, and said something like this, "No really, you should see what I see when I look out at you. There are mounds or waves of light, very high, light."

As he talked I imagined that the entire audience was covered in, or emanating a moving wave of light energy that was almost like a body or "wall" of energy.

He wanted us to understand how much light was emanating from us, and to thank us for the seven days of classes.

As I wrote this I realized that it has been almost, or perhaps precisely, seven "years" to the day that I last saw Rama. I traveled with Liz and some other California students to New York, and the Kalachakra empowerment. That was the last time I saw Rama alive. Just a few months later he left the body.

It wasn't until I journaled that I understood -- the thank you was for seven years of teaching classes!

There is something I am still working on. The first time I journaled my dream I wrote it in longhand. I noticed how many times I wrote the word head and "arse" ( my edited version for ass.) I suppose it could mean that until we get out of our heads we are asses, or maybe we are nothing but asses and heads. Hmmmm, we are in our bodies, we are in our minds, until we are in silence.

Something to ponder. Does this help you understand how the process of writing is such a powerful piece of your journey?