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Bitter Fruit in the Mouth of Maya

 Last nights dream: 

I am walking through a large room. There are many figures and persons from my life in this room, though they are arranged in slightly different fashion from my actual life. My high school girlfriend is partnered with one of my best friends, and likewise, one of her best friends is my partner. Other people and things are splayed about this large room which seems to be a type of alternate reality dream world of my life. Then there is a great fear that begins to creep in and I feel the room beginning to constrict. At this moment I become lucid. I see what is happening. And instead of constricting with the fear I welcome it. It explodes into tremendous power. I use that power to fly up towards the ceiling of the room and smash through it. Upon exiting through the ceiling I begin to exit the dream world. I feel my consciousness enter back into my physical body. I am gasping for air as though I were holding my breath for a long time. There is tremendous power flowing through my body.

Analysis:

When the fear you once knew as a cold constriction is given a warm welcome in the belly of your being, you will awe at the magic that unfolds. The power that once gripped you like a vice and held you captive is felt as such, completely, through your whole being. 

Prepare a great feast for this fear, welcome it like an old friend you haven't seen in years with a full embrace of your whole being. And watch as the prison explodes into expansive worlds of power and bliss. 

Such is the power you wield. We are all novice alchemists until we are not. Then our whole world is turned upside down. 

You become as a bitter fruit in the mouth of Maya. She will spit you out and reject you. You are no longer fit for her dream. You live in another world now. The rules in mother Maya's realm no longer apply.  

Now you are a laughing madman that no temptress would dare to touch. The laws of seduction that kept you asleep for millennia upon millennia are cut through with a single glance from the side of Truth. You are Manjushri's mighty sword. 

The bitter fruit in the mouth of Maya is to the Gods a sweet nectar, the living light, welling up and overflowing in the Heart of the Self, and you are That.

 

USA / NYC / May 15-17, 2020 / Manjushri, Buddha of Infinite Wisdom -> POSTPONED - Art, Buddhism & Thangka Painting Courses by Carmen Mensink

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