{"id":58813,"date":"2018-04-09T17:26:37","date_gmt":"2018-04-09T17:26:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/zenpundit.com\/?p=58813"},"modified":"2018-04-09T17:26:37","modified_gmt":"2018-04-09T17:26:37","slug":"for-jim-gant-on-the-resurrection-03","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/zenpundit.com\/?p=58813","title":{"rendered":"For Jim Gant, On the Resurrection, 03"},"content":{"rendered":"

[ by Charles Cameron<\/strong> — a repeatable dream back then, alas no longer ]
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What happens, in other words, when imagination enters factual reality?<\/strong><\/p>\n

**<\/p>\n

This doesn’t, as far as I can tell, heppen only in Christianity — Henry Corbin’s book, Creative Imagination in the Sufism of Ibn ‘Arabi<\/a>, if I read it right, narrates an apparition of Beauty <\/strong>in the life of the Sufi known to Islam as the Sheikh al-Akbar<\/strong>, the Greatest Sheikh. <\/p>\n

In India I was taught that Valmiki wrote the Ramayana, and Vishnu liked it so well he took the avatar-form of Rama to live out the epid in Valmiki’s honor, amybe 10,000 years later, every last detail correct.<\/p>\n

Folklore, no doubt?<\/p>\n

I have my own experiences.<\/p>\n

**<\/p>\n

When I was about eight or so, I had a recurring dream, in which I was walking in the (grassy) English countryside, and a series of holes began opening in the earth around and in front of me. They were roughly manhole-sized holes, and after I had avoided a couple of them, I fell down one of them, much like Alice. <\/p>\n

I found myself in Hell. To be precise, I was in a sort of stable with a number of stalls off a corridor that linked them — with fires burning in the stalls. Someone tried to throw me on one of the fires, and I objected, telling them I was a friend of the management — so they went off someplace to check. <\/p>\n

When they came back, they told me that I did in fact have the freedom of the whole place — and indicated to me that besides the stables with their fires, there were two further rooms, one of which was a vast granary filled with silver corn, the other a granary of golden corn. <\/p>\n

I would wake up as I moved through those two other rooms — and if I woke without having had this dream, I would frequently burrow back under my sheets and covers and demand it. And it would come. <\/p>\n

The dream gave me a distinct sense that I need “fear no evil” — that hell could not in the final analysis touch me. This was its gift to me at the time, and I find it amazing that this particular gift was engraven in my dreaming consciousness maybe thirty or more times over a period of a few impressionable years… <\/p>\n

It also told me that I was a citizen of the two realms represented by the granaries of silver and golden corn. I take them to be lunar and solar granaries, and equate them with the realms of poetry and mysticism, respectively: or one might think of them as savikalpa and nirvikalpa, via positiva and via negativa, Broceliande and Jerusalem, the imaginal and the radiant. <\/p>\n

It was also clear that all three realms belonged to that same “management” whose friendship I had claimed, and which allowed me the freedom of the three realms. I understood on reading Dante (and remembering the dream after a lapse of years) that all three realms are realms of the divine love. <\/p>\n

So in some very real and important sense, the seeds were never mine… <\/p>\n

**<\/p>\n

Well, that’s pure dream, with its waking content a way of moving through this world.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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