Everything we thought we knew was wrong. All of our religions, our politics, our histories were false, what we had all been told about our origins was not true, the picture of reality that was programmed into our cerebral cortex was almost totally fictitious. As it turned out, we were so easily manipulated, like a herd of barely conscious animals being led this way and that by the sheep dogs who constituted our apparent leadership. They in turn worked for those of whom we knew very little if anything (except that our own best interest was essentially not their concern, unless in a way similar to how a youngster might regard their ant farm, or a grain trader the wheat harvest).
Even the seemingly prodigious knowledge of the best and wisest among us merely amounted to a handful of leaves in a vast forest of leaves, not to mention the trees from which they had fallen. Nevertheless, there was one critical secret they had managed to learn, and then generously passed on to those who were ready and receptive enough to look beyond the common lies and glimpse the deeper story.
What was that deeper story, the source of myth, magic, and even madness that so few among us could even tentatively grasp? We live in a construct, a kind of bubble amidst an infinite number of bubbles, and all of them like holographic projections without any true substance or inherent reality, except what we happen to grant them in our daydreams, the fantasies we collectively assume to represent an objective reality. That said, we are not even human, not this body/mind/self, and actually utterly inconceivable to that intelligence which still imagines itself to be so.
The fate of humans is not our fate. That fate is no different in essence from the fate of the characters in last night’s dream. While involved in the dream, it all seems so real. That is the nature of dreaming, and why we often feel confused for a moment when we wake from the dream, at least until we realize it was merely the brain, having a little fun.
All sorts of adventures may transpire while we dream. We may be immersed in a land where the mad children have stormed the palace and seized the throne. What will we do? That is the question, and that is also the salient point of our appearance here. We are curious by nature, and want to expand in self-awareness. For example, we want to see how we will react in earth-type challenges, where war is the common experience and love more of an ideal than a reality.
In that sense, we have collectively entered this dream of great change, but simultaneously, we have forgotten who we truly are in the process, and so now find ourselves facing the immediate question: how will we behave? As it so happens, there is a great benefit to the temporary amnesia, because we are forced to live in the unknown, and so cannot fall back on any prior paradigm. We must respond directly, without hesitation or reliance on the past.
If we opt for the service-to-self orientation, we will simply be repeating once again the same failed adventure that has led us as a species to this current precipice. However, if we (both individually and collectively) break the old patterns and respond with a fresh and compassionate service-to-others posture, then we will be the beneficiaries of an increasingly expanded access to the higher frequencies of Self-realization.
This pivotal moment is not waiting for us at some future date. It is here now, and even if it is composed of the same stuff as dreams, how we react does have consequences, and that is important to keep in mind as we make our choices. It may seem as if we have somehow failed, and I have admitted as much earlier, but in reality there is no success or failure. It is after all a virtual reality, but nevertheless, as long as we are immersed in it, we must face ourselves in the mirror of our heart/mind, and answer. What will we do?