Dreams,
Experiences and Awakenings
Updated
2004-09-18
Dreams:
8 November 1995 - Dying In Satsang With Gangaji
17 May 1996 - Enlightenment Spreads
Through Internet
29 July 1996 - Gangaji Satsang
Over Internet
3 June 1997 - Satsang With
Ramana
5 April 1998 - Another
Meeting With Death
12 April 1998 - Meeting
Death
25 September 1998 - This
is Love!
28
January 2000 - Death - rebirth
Awakenings:
16 April 1993 - Papaji
18 October 1998 - Vartman
4 August 2000 - Rahasya
4 February 2002 - Dolano
25 August 2004 - The Power of Now
Dream November 8, 1995 Dying
In Satsang With Gangaji
Dreamt Gangaji was holding Satsang for about five people in our kitchen at home. Someone suggested we move into the living room. Yogiar, my previous guru, was sitting there facing the door in his low lawn chair. Gangaji sat in the other corner and was quiet. Soon she moved in next to my on my left. I was lying down on my front. She put her hand on my back and began caressing me. Soon, i put my arm around her waist. It was all so blissful!
Then as we looked, the doorway and wall disappeared
and we saw an "army" of devotees coming down from the hills, like in the
biblical film about Abraham, and began filling the room. I sat upright
to give them space and Gangaji moved in closer to me.
When i sat up, though, i fainted and collapsed. I was conscious but my body would not respond. People around expressed concern. Finally i came to and slowly sat up again. Explained about my low blood pressure. But the incident seemed to have given me asthma. I could hardly breathe. I was wheezing and felt a panic rising. I calmed myself thinking, well, maybe i am to die. It was okay. Felt waves of bliss and bhakti and started laughing and crying. Gangaji had taken my hand and now squeezed it tenderly. What a way to go! Back to top
Dream May
17, 1996 5 am Enlightenment Spreads Through Internet
Dreamt that en E-mail chain was being started from
the Gangaji Foundation through all the Sangha to Debby West but it was
much more than that. It was on a touch-resonance plane where That was
experienced and than passed on. Some had it already in the way it now
revealed Itself, others not. IT expressed Itself in different ways with
different people. It was Self-recognition being spread amongst all on
the Network. Light and Beauty were visibly manifested at every link. It
was truly a joyous event as the Network literally lit up. During the dream
a song by Lisa Thiel was going on over and over: "Fill me with Beauty
that i may give others Beauty..."
I have tried to convey a feeling of the dream but words just cannot do justice to this multi-dimensional dream experience. Back to top
Dream July
29, 1996 Gangaji Satsang Over Internet
Dreamt i connected to the Gangaji web site. On
connection, there came this beautiful music and still frames of Gangaji
slowly succeeded each other on the screen and one could hear her sweet
voice in the background giving Satsang. Then the voice, clear and full
of nectar, was directed to the user (me) "If you have a question or report,
just press the button." And there was a button next to the last picture
shown - of Gangaji in Satsang. At that moment i was totally overcome by
Love for her, in her, and i cryphed (perfect fusion of laughter and crying)
in THAT.
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Dream June
3, 1997 Satsang With Ramana
I was in retreat with around 30 others being lead
by Ramana himself. We were all sitting out in an open field. Later Gangaji
lead Amber Terrell and me away from the group down into a huge secret
cave where we sat in Silence a while. When we were lead back to the group
and were taking off our shoes, there arose some thoughts of specialness.
Just then Papaji came really started yelling at us...
It was several times we were coming to sit with
Ramana for Satsang - that’s all i remember.
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Dream
Thursday April 12, 1998 Meeting Death
Dreamt i was in a large house on the bottom floor.
My younger brother had just committed suicide and earlier my parents and
other sibling had died. Somehow this was the last straw: i wanted to face
death.
Next scene i’m on the stairwell going down to the
basement of the house at First Place N (where i lived from 14-18 years
of age). It was dark - especially in the shop area. I hesitate but then
just forge right into it. "I want to die!" Not in any self-pity or sorrow
or depression. More a strong resolve and power. I threw myself on the
floor next to the wall and found an axe which i started pressing against
my neck.
Suddenly an acquaintance came down the stairs with some kind of toothed weapon. I jumped to my feet. He was not angry, hateful or sad - just the opposite: he was smiling, like he was just doing me an unusual favor. I picked up a long metal blade of some sort and started whacking at his weapon. It felt like the body’s natural survival response. But then i threw it to the floor and walked towards him defenseless, "Kill me!" He raised his hands and struck me on both sides of my head somehow. I didn’t feel anything and remained standing. "Kill me, i said!" He just smiled and said, "You’re already dead! I can’t do any more." Felt kind of disapointed and wandered up the stairs to the rec room wondering what to do next. Back to top
Dream
Sunday April 5, 1998 Another Meeting With Death
I was in a huge city-size building. It was early in the morning, the sun rising shining through glass ceilings 70-80 meters up, filling the area with golden hues. I was moving down a wide corridor when somehow i heard Gangaji’s voice. At first it was like remembering a video satsang. The admonishments to just be still and the usual protests, "But... but..." Then it was really me who was protesting and i saw through it. "Ok, i give up. I die now." I fell straight over backwards in slow-motion landing on the carpeted floor. She approved, "Yes, die." I really was giving up all holds. Allowed my breath to stop and just WAS, when after 10 seconds of increasing intensity, my alarm clock went off and interrupted the experience. Back to top
Dream
Friday September 25, 1998 This is Love!
I was here at our new home at Gebers and i had a small piece of metal
which i wanted to discard. Went out to the recycling garage and it was
dark outside. In the lightless garage, increasing in intensity was a strong
pull to go inside. I sat on the floor and remained motionless.
I surrendered totally to this inner rock-stillness whereupon i felt myself
leaving my body. Still dark, i could make out leaves of trees as i passed
diagonally upwards through the ceiling. I saw a bicycle in the corner
of my eye and the discrepancy lead me to realize it was a dream. Noticed
some tension building up but again i just relaxed totally and it became
daylight with magnificent trees and foliage all around. As i flew ever
higher through this gorgeous tree world, i saw that several people saw
me and were smiling as they too began rising. The smile of self-recognition.
The whole scene was suffused in transcendental joy. Now i was about one km high flying over a large meadow and began shouting, "This is Love! This is Love!" to all i could see below. I came down lower and helped others fly up. I then landed and continued running around telling everyone, "This is Love!" Saw one pair in their mid-40's. They looked care-worn with dull eyes but they returned my smiles. I took hold of them and tried to rise again but could no longer. They didn't seem to mind. Back to top
