The dream was long, but the most important part of the journey was captured upon its closing.
I had just descended from the mountain side at Taktsang Monastery. There at the foot of the mountain there was an open altar, without walls, temples or coverings that one might see enshrining holy objects. There sat Buddha's water bowl in shiny metal. Instead of 7 bowls, there was one great bowl.
I was eating a candy and then the wind blew the wrapper into the water within the bowl. I was mortified and I scooped out the rubbish, but then notice there is more rubbish in the bowl from other pedestrians. There I see the guide who lead me on the excursion: Tsewang. It bothered me to see other people's trash so I voiced it to him. "People need to clean up after themselves, but now they are long gone."
He responds resolutely, "It is fine to police others about their behavior, especially if it falls short of respect, but may I also police you?" I was stunned. My heart was humble, and eager to learn what he had to say, so I respond, "Yes, of course. I appreciate every opportunity to refine myself."
"Very well," he replies. I sense that Tsewang was a dream version of the real man that embodied the spirit of Buddha himself with his energy. "It is true that you cleared your own waste, and it is also true that waste still remains from others. I ask you this: Is the water clean or does it remain dirty?"
He saw the look on my face and that I understood the obvious. He gently urged, "Those who see the transgression must choose to allow it, or correct it. The responsibility falls upon the seer."
I bowed and accepted this important message. I awakened.
In a cave of the Dreamtime, I found myself on a blanket, resting, or perhaps fatigued. There existed beneath me, a stone bed. My energy seemed low for whatever reason, and I was not prone to getting up at that time. I could see light coming into the cave from the entrance, however very bright -- the light could not reach me where I lay.
An old woman appeared. She was small with a rugous face and very unkempt hair. Her grey hair made her seem wild, but she was actually quite contained. In the Dreamtime, I know her very well. This is not my first encounter with her. She was obviously here to help me; and I knew with great confidence that she would.
When she came closer, I could see the vastness of outer space in her eyes and mouth openings. No eyeballs. No teeth. No tongue. She places or rather hovers her hands over the crown of my head. Immediately I felt a jolt of
warmth and power surging through my body. I could see that the old woman was drawing energy from the sun outside the cave and released it from her hands like golden lightening bolts coming out of her finger tips to enter my crown. My body was energizing . Upon seeing this she tells me, with her thoughts, " Now get up!!"
As she withdraws her hands I grab her wrists and place them above my head again...I tell her, " Wait! Just a bit more!" She charges my crown for a few more seconds, then firmly says," YOU ARE DONE! GET UP!" She laughs and says, "Get to work!"
I knew she was always tough and firm with me, like a true elder. I stand up and face the cave entrance. I awaken from the Dreamtime, recharged.
** This dream occurred while traveling in the Kingdom of Bhutan March 2016**
