Dream Journal
September 7, 1998
Context: We'd watched Kundun the night before, a movie about the Dalai Lama.
This was a beautiful, beautiful dream. I was the student of Maharishi. I loved him dearly. We lived in India. He had been my teacher for a long, long time. He spent all his time with me, teaching me. He was 120 years old. I was 100. When I realized this, I worried that I hadn’t finished Foundations, but Maharishi was still going strong at 120. I also met another man of 120.
There was a scene where a helicopter came and lowered a rope which Maharishi climbed without trouble.
There was a caucasian couple of about 24 years old there. They caught my eye but I was too afraid to approach them. Maharishi saw this and next time we walked by them (in some beautiful ruins), he sent an arm of red and yellow kundalini energy to the woman. She became completely happily absorbed in her focus on him. He released the effect and she returned to her conversation with the guy. I used the kundalini power semi-successfully. There were many other lessons and teachings. Oh happy life!
My Teacher: I love that I’m finding and sharing stories of spiritual teachers in the astral. This is a rote, clearly. I’m very much in the student character there. Note how I’m made nervous by the caucasian couple!
It turns out that Sri Maharishi means “Honored Spiritual Teacher”.
Ripples in the Waking Mind: Moments in the dream trigger little shifts into waking context. Here being 100 years old triggers my fear of not finishing Foundations. But I put it to rest thinking I could live to 120 and return focus to the dream.