The Sankhya of Lucid Dreaming

Same Old Same Old

Its one and the same thing. And its hardly unusual that … what plagued the international community for centuries … as the excesses of Sankhya … afflicted lucid dreaming (LD) as well. It was the middle kingdom of the Oriental … the nirvana of the Indics … Valhala … Avalon … and the garden of Eden. However … at the present time … we continue to see truckloads of the silly and ridiculous … that accompanies the excesses of LD … in our daily lives in the world.

 

The hypothesis of its origin … is not hard to perceive. Man began with the sperm cell in his balls … which contains the blueprint of life. It learnt to relate to the mind … and produced for the benefit of the individual life … a vision … celt … picture … imagination … of the circumstances surrounding the man's life. We may be learning of its role at this time …  and its certainly gargantuan in scope. There are several variations of the experience … that's becoming clearer to human insight … some of which promises to equate with the mind of knowledge.

 

 There's the Athena type … whose sperm cell … at its progeny level … responds to the birds in the trees in the environment … cultivates a general attitude of what's good for the world … and brings that to quick responses to issues the individual encounters in his life. He's the proverbial champion of causes … takes the side of the underdog … and attempts to preserve the basic qualities of liberty and freedom … so important for the preservation of the world. All these from the ability  by birds at flight.

 

But obviously … it doesn't start that way for the child in the crib. In a series of cartoon images … the sperm cell communicates to the will … of the child … the need for attentiveness to the environment. This was conveyed to me … in a celt view … in which I saw a cartoon version of my adult self … knocking on the pane of attention of the child … to keep his attentiveness alert. But this one was taking place when I was about 55 years of age … when my mind was showing signs of dementia.

 

My greatest difficulty with celt images … was as a teen. My sperm cell had been trained on the birds … and I was in some sort of angelic orientation. It created a powerful relation to young girls … who wanted more than ever for me to respond to the basic values of society … in the preservation of our survival possibilities. This in turn had led me to the hero-worship phase … I went through with gunslingers … and then … transformed itself … to suggestions of the American Special Forces unit.

 

Its surprising how these impulses continue at the adult level in these times. I found myself browsing the new military equipment … put out by military contractors … and paused to view the advancement on the Humvee. They called the thing … the Marauder. Its a one man fighting vehicle … that goes through fires … will survive 5 lbs of explosives going off under its carriage … and travels off terrain like a mustang. The will for angelic causes is undying.

 

However what came as a big surprise in my experience recently … is the way the sperm cell is now drawing on my learning … and is engaging aspects of my knowledge … and presenting it … as image to my view … to emphasize a point I'm making. And its doing it for another instrument in my disposition … that's inclined to listen … believe … have faith … and be guided by the views of others. Its been a bit of a collision … by the two of them …  for sometime.

 

I finally came to the conclusion that … the other instrument … the listening post … is an arrowhead type … completely sure about things … jumps to it … for quick responses … and figures the facts will back him up later. The sperm cell today … picks on what I've spent time learning … and proving in some way in the related activities I encounter … as valid … and is altering … arrowhead's entrenched viewpoints … about life … its possibilities …  and a new meaning to events that unfold in these times.

 

It has caused arrowhead to become milder in his judgements … is less prone to gung-ho … and has taken to a same sex orientation with regard to his issue of selfie. His change in attitudes … comes as a huge surprise to me. What I would have considered … as completely intolerable … like a lie I encounter … a bias in thought … a failure to keep one's word … love's unique loyalties … or expectations of society … have come under the blacksmith's forge … to be remolded into an understanding of human nature.

 

And the sperm cell  … revels in the way … it creates a flash of view about … changes … that are far more positive … than what it was accustomed … to convey in the Sankhya. It represents to me today …  an advancement  of civil ideas … and social organization … and I'm less likely to panic at suggestions of fractionalization of the family unit. I can see myself moving from the values of the conservative … to that of modern state … for which I am yet unable to name as to whether it will continue as  … republican or democratic.

 

I'm doing all these … sitting in my room … after a couple of years of study … and it astonishes me … that all these are possible … from the depths of my soul. What did we have in mind at first light … that came to transform itself into a juggernaut of change … against its own tested will … that's transporting it to even greater heights? I wish I could answer that. Its stopped fighting me … but  has not magically transformed into a wonderland of possibilities. It simply says … change is possible at very fundamental levels … if we applied ourselves right.

 

On reflection … it occurs to me that the Ksyatrian caste of the Indic … that was drawn from the Aryan … is the self same initiative that spearheaded … this change … that I am encountering. They were always the men of ideas … who created initiatives for social reform. It was the attitude that brought … Chandragupta Maurya … into a united India in 250 bc. But today … they are lending themselves to a transformation from men of faith … to that of mind and knowledge. Only this time … the new battleground is in the heart.

 

I never used to know … how life's blueprint … can do something like this … nor the fact that it plays a role in our lives … our growth … and development. I was suspended from all connection with its instruments for a period covering almost 40 years … that engaged me like a man in chains … working out his clockwork orange. Has it been worth it? Without a doubt!