Dream: I am in the room of gods. Someone leads me to Brahman. We turn around a corner/edge that is both there and not there. There in a golden brownish yellow color sits a tiny little man in a loin cloth so apparently frail and ancient still vital bearing the wisdom of all the world. A reminder of the fragility of life, that life is not a worshiped ruler, but the wisdom of old age and the inherent acceptance of having seen everything, experienced everything, being everything in everything.

 Dream: I am in the room of gods again now in reddish colors. Brahman shows himself in his power and his huge pale blue hands grab me and the fingers drill through my back and tear the body apart, not followed by a pain, but just an experience, a realization that it is happening. All defense is useless. I am no more, and why should I be, because the manifesting self, screaming for recognition and chasing a mirage of life, seems like something distant, a thought, a memory of something that filled everything, but was just the moment held in a fear to live, not to strike, not to be able to find a way, to let others take charge. I am no more and have never been more present than in the dissolution of my conception of myself.

 “Don’t be afraid to lose yourself. Don’t be afraid to lose power. Don’t be afraid to give freedom to other things and others. Because fear is only formed by the closedness and apparent security (illusory security) of the “I” concept.”

 “To give life, – to be life, – to nourish life, – to pass on life in acceptance and freedom – is natural and inherent in life. Do not let your pretense of being significant and demanding stand in the way of life’s natural being and meaning”.