A digest for conscious living
During my meditations I sometimes experience visions that are so vivid that they are more akin to Lucid Dreams. These meditative dreams usually spring from the depth of my silence and I only realize that they are happening once they are well underway. Â The following is a description of a Vivid Vision that I had during one of my meditations last week:
“I am standing on a large open field under a cloudless sky with nothing but endless open acres of plowed and neatly tilled soil. The sun is shining with a very bright, slightly orange light which soaks a pleasant heat into my skin. I am holding a spade in my right hand. I lean down and put one knee to the ground as I drive the blade into the rich earth and dig a shallow hole. At my left side, hanging from my belt is a cloth sack filled with coins. I reach into it and take two or three out and drop them into the hole. I then use the spade to cover the hole and use a watering can which is standing next to me to shower the spot with water.
I become aware of what is happening… I should plant other things besides money…
I stand up and take a step forward. I bend down again and repeat the process, but this time I pay special attention to the details of my experience. I take a handful of soil in my hand and smell the organic mineral aroma. I reach into another sack hanging at my belt and this time retrieve a handful of diamonds and watch them prism the light into a rainbow of sparkling colors as I drop them into the earth.
I stand up, move on, and repeat the process with a handful of beans.
Presently, out of the corner of my eye, I notice something that has somehow eluded me until now. Ahead of me there is a single large tree with leafy sprawling branches which render a cool oasis of shade under the otherwise vast open sky. I look up squinting against the bright light and focus my eyes on a figure sitting in the shade. It is him. Sitting in silent meditation in the cool pool of shade- the Buddha. I walk toward him, careful to walk softly and respectfully so as not to disturb his tranquility.
I am close enough to see him clearly. I know him. A subtle smile graces his face; it is my face. He leans his head in my direction and opens his eyes. The sunlight pours into my opening eyes and I see myself through those eyes. He smiles. There is no need to speak. I know, he is the gardener. A patient look from him confirms- he will tend these fields.
I will need to return to the world above the surface, but he will stay here and do this work. I look at him again in silent gratitude.”
Goodnight,
Kikta