JackDaydream wrote: ↑August 16th, 2021, 3:04 am
In his study, Bucke looks at the transformation of consciousness in many people in history, including Jesus, the Buddha, Walt Whitman and Dante. The important aspect is the illumination of consciousness, and this is a central aspect of the esoteric tradition or quest.
Some master themselves and brightly shine. Walt Whitman had a good description of the body-brain-being-the-same. Buddha went for illusion, impermanence, emptiness, and disciplining the self that isn't. Dante developed the seven levels of Hell.
Others crash into the wall of life.
Not much more to tell.
The 'daydream' part of the avatar 'JackDaydream' brings us back to the chance for imagination to more freely come up with ideas since then there is some peace from the ongoing life concerns dominating thoughts. Archetypes mix into the daydreams.
“Daydreams pierce the noise of consciousness, to tell us of that which is best for us.”
“Daydreams are full of thoughts promenading, on parade, before our own eye’s shading.”
“Wishes and fantasies cascade freely over the mind, directly presenting themselves to us, in kind, as our very own suggested roads to find.”
“Well, by merely aspiring to the goal’s net, one’s already halfway to the realization of it.”
“Yes, and all that we now have together, blest, was once a dream, no less, that was loved into being, from merely the seeing.”
“Because life grows from visions we contemplate, those that we symphonically orchestrate.”
“Yes, but one must act on those plans already made.”
“True, for, by dusk, the phantom shapes may fade.”
“Well, if beliefs are blown but of a halfhearted fife, then so will be one’s life.”
“Let our dreams, wishes, in the main, become one and the same!”
“Listen to your desires and wishes, for it seems that it’s one’s duty to fulfill them.”
“It guarantees happiness, really, for then you know exactly what you require to be happy.”
“Come along, oh, I beam, sweet-dream!”
“We’re awakening, musing in a world of our making.”
Pay attention to your leanings and ken—
The daydreams welling up from your soul’s den;
You’re the golden chalice to life’s dript blood!
Oh, drink deep life’s bountiful wine—the flood!