A dream filled with archetypes
Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2017 4:23 am
I had a dream last night where I set off on a journey to find God. It was vivid, but I only remember a few details.
I traveled over a desert of blue ice and white capped mountains. In a valley, I came into a walled city that had every appearance of paradise, but something was wrong, and I had to fight through the illusion. After a struggle, I found that the face of god who ruled the city was a mask. He was a trickster god whose purpose was to entrap people in paradise by making them believe they had reached their destination.
I left the city and continued on through the wilderness until I found God by himself or herself, because the face was both male and female together as was the voice, by himself alone. As I walked toward god, all I could see was his face, and then landscape changed. We were standing together on a street corner next to a sporting goods store, in a place completely normal and mundane. This was heaven.
I felt indignant, I looked in his eyes, and I asked "Why do you make this so hard and show me something that no one will believe?". He smiled at me and said, "It amuses me to watch people attempt to tell the truth of it." And in an instant, he returned me to home, but it was difficult to tell, because there was little difference except for his absence.
I traveled over a desert of blue ice and white capped mountains. In a valley, I came into a walled city that had every appearance of paradise, but something was wrong, and I had to fight through the illusion. After a struggle, I found that the face of god who ruled the city was a mask. He was a trickster god whose purpose was to entrap people in paradise by making them believe they had reached their destination.
I left the city and continued on through the wilderness until I found God by himself or herself, because the face was both male and female together as was the voice, by himself alone. As I walked toward god, all I could see was his face, and then landscape changed. We were standing together on a street corner next to a sporting goods store, in a place completely normal and mundane. This was heaven.
I felt indignant, I looked in his eyes, and I asked "Why do you make this so hard and show me something that no one will believe?". He smiled at me and said, "It amuses me to watch people attempt to tell the truth of it." And in an instant, he returned me to home, but it was difficult to tell, because there was little difference except for his absence.
