Just a Dream (Illusion 1)

by Ba'al Yog

The guidance of the Dreamer is always there, yet it is hidden from the eye of the uninitiated. To him or her, the wind blows as it does, and the leaves sway, and the frogs croak, and the birds cry, and all is what it is and what it always was. To him or her who knows otherwise, it is not quite like that, for the senses are misguided, and have been lost down a path in which we are loath to recover them were we to fall ever deeper.

I speak about the illusion that is the world. The threads of the earth, you think, are bound together to form that on which you stand and live. No matter where you come from or what you believe in, we can all agree (or...) that the ground we trod on is immutable, eternal, true, and few things you can do can affect that truth for others.

That is the falsity which we have all fallen to believe. What if I were to tell you that you can pluck at those threads and to affect the very vision one has upon the world? What if you were to play with the earth so that a man walking through the desert would feel as if walking through snow, even though his feet would still be pushing through sand? What if you were to just listen, and understand, and see how it is all a warm mold for you to shape with your mind?

The power of the head cannot be underestimated. It affects everything. Even the gods. Anything you can see, touch, feel, or think about you can influence. It is only a matter of applying your willpower.

Sounds impossible? Reality is nothing but a long line on which everything lies and everything is related. Is cold the opposite of warmth, or the absence? That is for you to think on. The initiated does not become wise by reading words or listening to teachings, but by understanding them. Do not take everything at face value. After all, it is a game we play.