By Roger A. “Pete” Peterson
The secrets of the universe lie hidden in the shadows of your experience. Look for them! – Pete
Dreams come in many forms and deal with many issues. We can call one class of dreams “Creation Dreams” because in these we can observe and explore the elusive act of creation itself. I choose the word elusive because the outer ego portion of the self tends to identify with the “official” beliefs of waking reality, unwittingly cutting itself off from higher levels of awareness. In doing so, it fails to see or appreciate its own creative nature.
Through religion, we tell ourselves we are the creation of God, yet, out of timidity, denial or fear, we fail to see that if we are the “children” of God, we must have God’s abilities, or at least, be gods in the making. According to religion, we are forever children too immature to make responsible decisions for ourselves.
Through science, we tell ourselves: we’re the result of a great cosmic accident, the Big Bang. Somehow, it just happened to contain and release all the essential building blocks for life. According to science, we’re the product of mindless, mechanical forces beyond our control. If this is so, how can we think, create and control ourselves so well?
Read the following lucid creation dreams and discover the power of Wonder in our lives. This process not only works in dreams; it works in waking reality. After reading the following creation dreams, experiment with this process in your own life. What’s to lose in comparison to what you gain?
There is no greater show of LOVE than the acknowledgment of power and worth in yourself and others.
Conversely, there is no greater show of FEAR than the denial of power and worth in yourself and others.
Creation Dream # 1
The Genesis Dream
This lucid dream is unique because it is literally a dream about genesis or the creation of life. It serves as a testament to the nature of consciousness and the power of imagination.
I awaken in utter darkness. In a human body, I’m standing on dry, lifeless ground, naked. Inching forward with my bare feet, I keep moving until my right foot touches water. Since it is warm and inviting, I continue to inch my way ahead until the water is deep enough to swim in. The water, too, feels dead and I can’t help but wonder; where are the fish? Suddenly, minnows begin to nibble curiously at my skin. Then I wonder; where is the light, and dawn breaks.
As darkness turns to light, I wonder, where are the dangerous water creatures? As soon as I think this thought, poisonous snakes appear, swimming on the surface of the water in every direction. Below the surface large, toothy fish flash by ominously close. Some slow to study me then swim away. Sensing I might have endangered myself, I quickly think new thoughts with crystal clarity. I wish you no harm and I want no harm. Be at peace.
As I approach the opposite shore, I wonder where the plants are and they magically appear as if there all along. Standing up to walk on shore, I wonder where the dangerous animals are and a large, ferocious Komodo dragon appears at top of the grassy knoll a short distance away from me. Fearing I may have turned the “danger knob” up too high again, I wonder why this Komodo dragon can’t be different, why it can’t be friendly. Suddenly it stops drooling and starts awkwardly wagging its long tail as it looks at me in playful anticipation. Like a puppy, it gambols happily at my feet yearning to be petted.
(To learn more about Komodo Dragons visit: http://www.arkive.org/komodo-dragon/varanus-komodoensis/images.html)
In the dream, The Ball of Light, I had a similar experience with creativity. I created other people in other times and places to observe how different beliefs, attitudes, values and expectations played out in their lives. By not paying attention to our dreams and imaginative experiences what creative opportunities do we miss? I remember years ago questioning myself about making the effort to remember my dreams. I thought, damn, think about all the extra work, all the sleep I’ll lose. Will it be worth it? I know it is now but I didn’t know then. How important is it to you to understand the nature of your own inner self and being? Is it worth some extra effort?
Here’s an example of how creativity works in waking reality. You’ve undoubtedly had similar experiences in your life.
My entire life I’ve been immune to poison ivy and poison oak. My daughter, Crystal, is immune too. We have a photo of her standing in the middle of a patch of poison ivy on Basket Island in Casco Bay, off Falmouth Foreside, near Portland, Maine. She was two or three at the time and didn’t get poison ivy that day nor has she has ever had a case of poison ivy or poison oak. For my wife Sandra and son Evan, though, the story is different. Both of them have had poison ivy or poison oak numerous times.
One spring day, while hiking along Santa Rosa Creek near home, Sandra worried about getting poison oak because it was everywhere and she usually got it at least once every year. Knowing she was worried about it, I “wondered”, what it would be like to have it? That was a big mistake because the next day we both broke out with poison oak rash on our skin. Knowing I brought it on myself, I spent the next three years mentally re-immunizing myself. It was a subject of open discussion so both Sandra and Evan knew what I was doing. They joined me in affirming their own immunity to poison oak and it seems to have worked because none of us have had it since. Of course, there’s always the chance we just got better at avoiding it.
Creation Dream # 2
The Mule Team Dream
This dream differs in some ways from the original version (first occurrence 1/11/1991 – 4:10 AM) I recorded in my dream journal in 1991 (See: Evolution of a Dream). Memories of events change over time as we relive them. New dreams and new recollections reshape the memory of our past as if trying to flesh them out and refine them. What you read here is the fleshed out, refined version of the lucid dream I had January 11, 1991. Enjoy it and take from it what you will.
I wake up behind the steering wheel of a car driving at high speed down an empty highway. Ahead, an arched concrete bridge looms in the distance. In a hurry to reach my destination, wherever that might be, I continue to drive at high speed as I approach the bridge. When I notice ducks foraging for food in gravel and weeds on the bridge, an alarm goes off. Slamming on the brakes, I come to a screeching halt in a cloud of exploding dust and squawking ducks. Leaving the car parked sideways, I decide to walk to the top of the bridge. Much to my dismay, a large section in the middle is missing. If I had kept going, I would have driven off the edge and crashed into the water and concrete below. Looking into the distance, I finally know my destination. It’s a lone farmhouse several miles down the road.
Determined to complete my journey, I leave the bridge and walk around to the edge of the sheer cliff above the waterway. The creek or river bank is thirty to forty feet below. Short of jumping, I don’t see any way down. Desperate, I resort to wishful thinking and long for a way down the cliff – a tree, a rope, a ladder, anything will do. Suddenly, there it is, the top of a tree is right in front of me! It’s just the right size and type to climb down. Reverting back to non-magical, earthbound thinking, I wonder how could I have missed it? Jumping across a small gap to a sturdy limb, I climb down the tree, exclaiming: I know this tree wasn’t here before or I would have noticed it!
The water is dirty, muddy and smelly giving me second thoughts about wading or swimming to the other side. Resorting to magical thinking again, I long for another way to cross, one that will keep me clean and dry. As this wishful thought fades, I behold another “miracle”. Two mules are standing in the water right in front of me where none had stood before. One is white and the other black. They look just like the two mules I pass every day in my bus on Starr Road in Windsor, California. Thrilled by such good fortune, I strip and bundle my clothes to keep them dry. Turning around in the water, the mules make it easy for me to mount them. To stay dry, I straddle the backs of both mules, stomach down, with an arm around each neck and a leg thrown over each broad back.
Walking side by side and belly to belly, the two mules carry me across the stream as I laugh at my good fortune and hug them in appreciation. On the other side, I jump down and hug them both again, still thinking they look like the same two mules I pass every day on Starr Road. After dressing, I say my goodbyes and leave for the farmhouse.
Before ending the dream, I feel the impulse to turn around one more time. There, floating in the air a few feet away is a magnificent framed portrait of the white mule’s head. It shows his left profile, ears pricked up as he thoughtfully looks into the distance. Suddenly, his head comes to life and he turns to face me. After giving me a big conspiratorial wink, he becomes a still life portrait once again. He looked so real, I found myself looking for the rest of his body beyond the frame, but to no avail. Such magic!
Driving north through Windsor the following day, I couldn’t wait to see the two mules on Starr Road. Usually they’re grazing peacefully, seemingly unaware of each other or their surroundings. But today, they were standing side by side and belly to belly, staring back at me just as they had in the dream!
What a profound spiritual moment! Could these two mules have dreamed my dream with me? Is it possible for such real connections to exist between dreams and waking reality? Their behavior now says, yes! Wow, the memory of this experience still sends shivers down my spine after all these years.
Creation Dream # 3
Snake Dream
This lucid creation dream involves my son, Evan. It occurred when he was still trying to kick his dependence on methamphetamine, which he did eventually with great success. He had joined the Army National Guard and just left for Basic Training at Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri (1991), when the dream occurred.
In my dream reality, I silently walked ten or fifteen feet behind Evan along a narrow dirt path enclosed on both sides by tall, vibrant green grass. It was taller than either of us so we could only see the path ahead and behind us. It was as if there was only enough consciousness in Evan’s body to keep it upright and walking, which is why I felt the need to watch over him. I wanted him to wake up and take control of himself. Suddenly, he turned right and disappeared. A second later I heard a splash. At the spot where he disappeared, a hole opened in the grass wall to reveal a large pond. He was swimming under water, ten or twelve feet out from the bank. As I watched in horror, four large black water moccasins swam out from the bank under my feet and started following him. Frightened for his safety, I dove into the water behind them. Looking ahead, I noticed a wooden raft about twenty feet out from the bank on the far side of the pond and hoped Evan could reach it before the snakes caught up to him. In relief, I watched as he pulled himself up onto the raft, seemingly oblivious to the fact he had been followed.
Concerned with my own safety as I neared the raft, I took the time to make it clear in my mind that I didn’t want, or think I deserved, to be attacked or bitten by these snakes. I reached the raft without incident and climbed out of the water. After seating myself next to Evan in the middle of the raft the four snakes slithered out of the water and coiled themselves, one at each corner of the raft, effectively blocking any escape. Evan seemed oblivious to the danger we faced and sat there mindlessly. Concerned, I waited to see what might happen next. As it grew dark, I decided it would be more dangerous to leave the raft at night so Evan and I curled up and went to sleep. I prayed the snakes would go away. When I awoke the next morning, I was disappointed because they were still there. What did they want, I wondered; they didn’t attack us when we were in the water or asleep on the raft.
I looked at the snake closest to me and wondered why it and its companions chose to become a part of our experience? What was the point? It rose up so its face was level with mine. As we observed one another, I began to think there must be some reason why we came together, something I had yet to understand. Symbolically, snakes, especially poisonous ones, represent death to many of us. My mother had an irrational fear of snakes, which later rubbed off on me. Whenever she saw a snake, even on television, she would cover her eyes and wish it to be killed or somehow made to go away. Feeling it was time to face my fear of snakes, I opened my mouth to give the snake access to it, knowing if it chose to strike my tongue, I would die quickly because it is suffused with more blood than most other body parts.
Since I was afraid the snake would strike my tongue, that’s exactly what it started to do. In a blinding flash of panic and light, I stopped the action before it could be completed. It that moment, I realized we were dealing with a trust issue. I had to trust the peaceful intent of the snake as much as it had to trust my peaceful intent. Not only could the snake bite me, I could bite it. Once I understood this, I replaced my fear with love and trust, and the snake once again put its head in my mouth. After a moment, it was removed, my tongue unbitten. As it quietly faced me with a calm look in its eyes, I looked around and saw that the other snakes were now standing on their tails intently watching us.
They were not here for Evan, they were here for me! They were helping me learn to see things for what they are in the moment and not depend on old stereotypes or automatic responses to control my actions. I was learning how to change my beliefs, attitudes, values and expectations when they needed to be changed. I was learning how to consciously create my reality!
With this new understanding, I stood up feeling safe and among friends, not enemies. As I bent down to wake Evan up all four snakes dove off the raft, swimming to the nearest shore. We dove in behind them. When we stood up to walk onto shore, we passed them as they waited for us in shallow water, two on each side to form a path. When we reached the shore, I turned and bowed to them in gratitude for the role they played in teaching me the difference between fear and love. In return, they bowed to me as if to say, “You’re welcome.”
Evan’s role in this experience was important too. That he needed my support made me take risks I might not have taken otherwise. Is the universe a great teacher? To me it’s the best! I couldn’t have learned these lessons by reading about them in a book, and experiencing them in biological terms is too risky. I can die or be seriously injured in a dream and get up and walk away but experience these same things in waking reality and they can become permanent consequences relative to human existence.
Think about the number of times you’ve change gears in the middle of an active experience. Sometimes you react automatically, but at other times you think about what you’re about to do. You receive intuitive impulses or flashes of insight. It is this process of thinking, feeling, imagining and changing that is at the heart of our being. It is the essential self that knows no bounds. Consciousness, awareness and action, is the god within. We think as easily and naturally as we breathe. Creation is so much a part of who we are, we often fail to see it happening in the moment.
Peace,
Experiment - Wonder Where Love, Truth and Joy is in Your Life, and the World!
Ask:
- Where is love, truth and joy in my life?
- Where is love, truth and joy in the world?
By wondering where love, truth and joy is, you invite it into your life, and the world. You create a place for it to be - a vacuum into which it can appear. Call for it and then forget it. When it arrives, you will know it.
Play with this natural (magical) approach to reality creation. Wonder about things you want to know. Wonder about things you want to bring into your life. Ask, who do I love to be? What do I love to do? What’s the best way for me to treat myself? What’s the best way for me to treat you? Ask, where is the rain, during a drought. Where is my love for you? Where is my love for me? Where is my confidence in myself? Where is my confidence in you? Where is the excellent mother, father or teacher in me? Wonder about the things you want in life out of a sense of love, joy and anticipation, not fear.
Don’t only wonder about things, write about them! Take a question like, what’s the best way for me to treat myself and write a paper about it. Go to sleep with this question in your mind until you’re satisfied with the answer. Then actualize it in your life - practice fulfilling your ideal in everyday reality. Create the kind of person you want to be! Create the kind of world you want to live in!
Another way to apply this technology is to talk to yourself and your body parts. If some part of your body suffers injury, short of being permanently lost or damaged, talk to it; act as if it has the power to heal itself or change its mind. Sometimes, if you catch an injury, like a burn or twisted muscle, quickly enough, you can tell it to let go of the injury, forget that it happened or imagine it happened in another reality to another version of you. All That Is is Consciousness (Aware Energy, Energetic Awareness) condensed into matter. It can communicate with you and you can communicate with it. Call it hypnosis if you want to but it is just as much about suggesting desirable alternatives from which you and the affected part can choose. Every thought is a suggestion or invisible blueprint we can condense into reality.
What’s funny is that we talk to things all the time, as well as ourselves, and simply ignore the results as if they haved no real consequence in our lives. The inner self knows perfectly well what self-communication means but the outer ego or self, so immersed in established beliefs, logic and intellect, denies it has any significance or meaning. Be bold, be playful! You have nothing to loose and lots to gain.
Pete – http://realtalkworld.com
We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience. - Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
We create our own reality from what we choose to believe about ourselves, and the world around us.
If we do not CONSCIOUSLY choose our own beliefs, we UNCONSCIOUSLY absorb them from our surroundings.
If we are accountable (responsible) for our actions, how can we afford NOT to question our beliefs?
How you define yourself, and the world around you, forms your intent, which, in turn, forms your reality. – Seth
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