I awoke in awe, as so many times before. I floated in spacetime. The view, magnificent. I felt the presence of my sons even with the distance and space between. I felt calm. The universe serene above the distance supernova. A moment of bliss?!
I continued to float on. But it wasn’t before long, that I realized I was hovering over a planet. What? I had a little planet orbiting me? And it was an active planet.
My reference frame changed.
Filled with excitment, I began to study it. It had an atmosphere, it had water, it had mountains, it had humankind….
[Then came the moment. The one in which something stands out. The trigger of realization that you are dreaming. (In particular, the trigger was the mountain ranges.) ]
What I’m twirling in space…. I can’t breathe in vacuum…
Next came the mandala. My unconscious mind reminding me of my perspective of reality. I’m not a star, I’m a human being who lives on the third rock from the sun.. well “a” sun.. not a very big one in comparison. Human being? Yes, one of those. On planet earth? Yes, such a lovely planet.. but filled with disease. And physics. And pain. And love. And evil. And family. My family. My boys.
Wait?! I’m not a star?! I’m not floating in my serene universe… oblivious and in pure bliss with the presence of my fellow star companions?! Human being? Yes one of those. Planet? Yes planet earth. With natural phenomena and life. And the warmth of a sun.