Ewrick's Rabbit Hole

25 years and my life is still
I’m trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a des­ti­nation
(From 4 Non Blondes’ What’s Up)

I had an inter­esting dream tonight, well as almost every night, but this one stuck with me a bit, espe­cially as I was reminded of the What’s Up song “coincidentally”.

In that dream, the premises were about a sort of prophecy that some ruler or cor­po­ration would not be able to rule as they wanted as long as there would be children. Appar­ently, children were being kid­napped in that futur­istic envi­ronment, and the dream started with a landing.

There was this air­craft, full of children, landing on a big pool, and there were some kind of floating pods on which they could cross the waters to the ground. But somehow, an electric failure caused the pods to drown and the children to be unable to reach safe ground.
One of them, with a blue sweater, managed to get to the ground before his pod began to mal­function. From there, bliss­fully unaware, he goes to an inn belonging to his parents, where I try to hide him as the children are being pursued…

During the dream, there was some­thing strange, which was that the child I could managed to save didn’t really matter… I mean, this one escaped my care for a few minutes while I was putting him on the rooftop of his parents’ home (because the inn was kind of encased in a big hill so that the rooftop wasn’t as far from the ground as I thought it was at first). And when he got caught, I found that I could easily find another child to be “saved”.

When I woke up, I found that it was an imagery for projects and direction in life. All these things that keep us going in life, and like in the dream, there was this assurance that whatever hap­pened, there would be new projects (or children) to raise and grow with. Somewhat, when there is a sense of being void of projects, it’s also an image of the grimness of stag­nation, which is in a sense more dreadful than death, for death is a renewal and rev­o­lution.
Stag­nation is anti­thetic to the nature of con­sciousness and life, which is always in movement and seeking new move­ments, as much as water is able to go through the hardest rock with patience and resiliency.

Then, at noon, during the news broadcast, there was some­thing about the “Arche de Zoé” (Zoe’s Ark) affair in France and I found it somewhat related also to this dream.
To me, this affair comes as quite sym­bolic of one of our current struggle, that of “knowing what’s best for others (and self)” and more gen­erally of “accep­tance”.
Accused of having abducted thou­sands of children by the Sudanese author­ities, some of the people from the organ­i­sation who were arrested claim that they were “res­cuing” the children from the poverty and con­flict stricken areas.

It is quite sym­bolic of the shift in our per­cep­tions. How long have you been told the “it’s for your good” kind of sen­tences? Or have you heard the advices of a friend seem­ingly knowing exactly what to do in your shoes?
It seems that our tol­erance for this kind of behav­iours (appar­ently well-intended, but in actu­ality dis­counting of people’s steering of their ships) is waning.
It is quite del­icate to learn to trust that people know what’s best for them, and it can be even more dif­ficult when we judge people to be either too blinded or too young, or too old etc. In most of these cases, people only project their dis­counting of other’s move­ments, and ulti­mately their own lack of trust. At best, what they express is a tol­erance instead of the accep­tance they profess.

More than just skimming the subject of accep­tance in a few para­graphs, I think the part that ties into my own under­standing has to deal with my own accep­tance that the “ego” or surface part of “I am” is not always knowing what’s “best” for me. Not that I want to accept any people’s view on what I am doing, no, that would be missing the point entirely.
It is for me to reac­quaint with that feeling I had as a child, that there was a star shining some­where for me, taking care of what’s good for me. And truly, it had never failed to bring me what I truly wanted.
You can call it a star, a Higher Self, God, or any other name, but it knows better.
Even if what it brings are seeming hard­ships, they are for some reason, the inter­pre­tation of which can change over time of course.

You probably all know the Chinese tale story about the lost horse. In China, it is a proverb (or cheng-yu) saying : 塞翁失马 (Sai Weng lost his horse).

In this story, Sai Weng has a stallion that escaped from the stable. The friends all went to him trying to comfort him saying it’s such a pity. To which Sai Weng answers, it may well be a blessing in dis­guise.
Some days after, the stallion comes back with two mares. The friends come and rejoice for the man. To which he answers it may well be a bad omen in dis­guise.
Some time after, his son is thrown off one of the new horses, and breaks his leg. The friends once again pity him, to which he answers that may well be a blessing in dis­guise.
And some time after, the war is declared and all valid men are required to go to the fight, and Sai Weng being too old and his son being crippled are exempted.

Accepting one’s own movement irre­gardless of the appear­ances… That’s some challenge

written by Yuki \\ tags: acceptance, children, dreams, shift