March 11, 2014

I had this enlightenment dream sometime in 2011.  I may be able to describe this better when I find the recording I did right afterward, but I’ll relate it now.

I was about to wake up from sleep one morning and I was doing meditation in the dream state. I wasn’t dreaming that I was meditating but actually doing it, and I experienced a moment of oneness and entered some blissful state.  I was immediately enveloped in a golden light and while in that light I felt the deepest feeling of connection and safety I have ever experienced.  I can’t actually recall the feeling itself anymore but I remember it was indescribable.  I was in a place where I had everything I could ever want and I felt complete and safe and totally accepted beyond any doubt. It felt like my true home. And the presence that enveloped me was so strong and so perfect in its wholeness and acceptance and welcoming of me that I could no longer distinguish myself from it. The only word I could find to express this experience afterward was “love” –  and it was absolute and unconditional.  But it was way beyond my previous experience of or imaginings of love, so that at first I truly had no words for it. It was something I had never known before.  This love was forever in the sense that it was not bound by or limited by time.  This was the first time I had an experience of  love in any form arise in meditation or inquiry in my entire life.  I now feel a better word for it might be “home”.

Update: I later found the original transcription of the vision from October 2011 and posted it below. When I record these things I often just give a skeletal description so I can remember the rest later. Hence I left out that this was a lucid dream, and in the dream I was lying in bed meditating. After I opened my physical eyes the feeling stayed with me for several minutes, then faded.

“As I was waking up from sleep (becoming lucid) I seemed to be meditating and there was some feeling of oneness. I started to think about it and then I just let myself merge with the feeling. Suddenly I was enveloped in a deep and powerful feeling. This is hard to find words for as these weren’t thoughts but a knowing-feeling. I felt totally protected, totally accepted, and totally safe even in my vulnerability as a mortal being and with all my flaws, all of which were like a stick I was holding on to. It was such a wonder-full feeling the only word I can give to it is love. Everything around me and in me was love. It wasn’t about being loved but about being home. To be loved means you can also not be loved. Being home was assurance that there is only love. I felt like a tiny child in all of this because the feeling was so vast. There was also the sense that “home” was always here, standing right behind me.”