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THE
DREAM BOAT
I
live in a small community in a jungle by the edge of the sea, and my
community is primitive in its view of the world around.
The community hunts wild animals, and by the use of primitive
boats, catch fish in the sea
I
am good at fishing, and I like to find new ways of improving my
skills.
I am respected within the community.
The larger world around is unknown to me, except through
stories about dreams, which in the past had haunted the elders.
Dreams, which warned them against sailing far across the sea,
because they would come to the edge of the world, which would
swallow them into a dark, dark terrifying abyss.
Such
journeys were discouraged, and discouraged in elaborate ways.... by
creating frightening stories, which would become part of the
folklore and tradition. Such
stories came from the dreams of old people, old people who were
afraid of death and of losing their power and position in the
community.
Yet
the elders took further measures to protect their fears.
Dreaming was forbidden.
Anyone caught dreaming, would be tied-up and placed in a boat
and pushed out into the sea at a point where the current would carry
them to the edge of the world.
Such
drastic measure were created out of the Elders fears that maybe the
younger members of the community who were happier with their lives,
might have different dreams, and therefore might discover the truth,
that the elders dreams were dreams of fear, fear of death and of
losing power
These
measures worked. The
Elders grew in power. Some
unfortunates in the early days of this law were tied-up and sent out
in such boats. - the
Dream Boats.
Quickly people learned to stop dreaming, and soon forgot how
to dream, and because of this, they lost their true happiness.
Deep down, it had gone.
People
laughed, but not really. People
cried, but not really. True
happiness was gone.
This
was a success for the Elders, for with true happiness now also gone,
they were certain that nobody would discover their secret.
Because
dreaming had been forbidden and now forgotten, and true happiness
was gone, the people became restless.
There grew a deep longing in the hearts of the people, a deep
searching. Something
was missing in their lives, and they did not know what it was.
From
that day on...Explorers were born.
From
that day on, this restless longing would be transformed into a
desire to look for something. - to search and find.
Anything. In the
hope that what they find will fill their lives, realizing that
something were missing, but not knowing what it was.
The
explorers became adept at finding new things, in the jungle, along
the coast, and out into the sea.
The community acquired and collected new things, and new
power swept through the community a power, which was over things.
The more new things one discovered, the more power one had
over it, and the more power one had over those that did not have
such a thing.
All
new things that were discovered by the explorers were brought to the
Elders, thus helping to increase their hold over the community.
The Elders encouraged explorers, and the more there were, the
more powerful the community felt it was becoming.
Such
power, which grew in the community, had grown from the need to
discover new things, which came from the desire to satisfy the
feeling that something was missing in one’s life.
This was not real power.
This power was dangerous, and the dangerous thing about it
was that nobody thought that this power was dangerous.
This power was called longing.
The
power over things was a tree called Longing.
This longing and this power increased greater in size, for no
matter what the explorers discovered, it was never enough to truly
satisfy their longings. Longing spread its roots deeper and wider
into and across the earth.
Eventually
it came so difficult for the explorers to find new things so they
began to explore the nature of the things, which they had discovered.
Exploring the nature of trees and plants and animals,
everything, opening up a whole new world of discovery.
And they had to explain their reasons why, and how their new
discoveries were connected to one another.
And
from that day on, scientists and philosophers were born
And
from that day on, man’s relationship to things was discovered.
And when it came to man himself, there was one thing the
scientists and philosophers could agree on.
The scientists had discovered that a broken heart was a
dangerous thing. The
philosophers discovered that an open heart was a dangerous thing.
This was greeted as welcome news to the Elders who used these
discoveries to increase their hold over the community.
And
I grew up in this community, in this world of explorers and
scientists and philosophers and Elders, where dreaming was forbidden
and thus forgotten, and true happiness had gone.
Yet
still, in the great scheme of things, my community was still a
primitive community in a jungle by the edge of the sea, and I knew
nothing of all this, until one day in my primitive boat, not to far
from my village yet far enough to be on my own, I spot the remains
of a boat smashed-up on a reef, and I could tell by the remains of
it, that it was a dream-boat.
I
recognised it as such, for though nobody was sent out in them
anymore, they were used as symbolic objects of ritual by the Elders
to demonstrate to one and all, the fate awaiting those that dream.
Caught
up in my attempts to salvage the boat, the full impact of my
discovery is held in abeyance.
My attempts at rescue fail, the boat continues to break-up
until it disappears beneath the crashing waves, but not before I
confirm my sighting further, by noticing the distinguishing shape of
the boat.
This
dramatic experience and the full significance of it, begins to sink
in. no dream-boat has
ever returned from the edge of the world, it is impossible.
The current of the sea takes all such boats to the edge of
the world where they are swallowed up into the terrifying abyss.
How could a dreamboat return?
This
experience is overwhelming for me
From that day on, my view of the world would be the opposite to those around me. A dreamboat has returned.
The
edge of the world is not what I thought it was it is not what I was
taught. The foundations
of my world crumble and the beginnings of a revelation take place. A
revelation, which breaks my heart and tears, it open.
My life is a dream and has been
a dream down to the smallest detail.
I am now awake in my dream, and for the first time in my life
I know I am dreaming.
And this is only the beginning...
Now
I know what the scientists meant, who discovered that a broken heart
was a dangerous thing.
They
had discovered Death and were afraid of it.
Now
I know what the philosophers meant, who discovered that an open
heart was a dangerous thing. They had found Freedom, and were afraid
of it.
And
here I am with my heart broken open.
True happiness.
My
society has suppressed death and freedom.
Death and freedom have been locked out
Any
one who has discovered and experienced Death and Freedom together
and has found true happiness …must be a dreamer.
And
the fate of all dreamers...to be tied-up and placed in a Dreamboat
and cast out at a place where the currents of the sea will draw the
boat to the edge of the world.
Now
I realize that the edge of the world is God.
Now I realize that the Dreamboat is the Temple of God.
By entering into the Temple of God, I will meet God.
And
it is at this point that the Elders perform the cruellest ritual of
all.
They tie-up the dreamer in the Dreamboat, and in doing so
transform the Temple of God into a prison.
The final agony of any dreamer is to meet God as a prisoner.
Now
above all, I realise the fate that awaits me, so in the middle of
the night I take the Dreamboat to a place where the current of the
sea will guide the Dreamboat to the edge of the world.
Freely, like I have never been free before, I enter the
Dreamboat and into the current of the sea.
The Dreamboat is in the shape of a human being.
copyrighted © 2003 excerpt "The New Age Labyrinth" by James Findlay Amazon.com
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