The Soul of a Dream

by Christopher Lovejoy on March 25, 2012

Life can be a dream in at least three ways:

  1. an experience that is comparable to a dream
  2. a journey remarkable for its beauty or excellence
  3. a quest the ends of which are strongly desired

By bringing our longings to light, by letting our yearnings engage us, by writing and crafting and revising the stories of our lives, we dream our impossible dreams.

A wisely conceived dream holds promise; such a dream is pregnant with possibility.

Such a dream, if it motivates, can also inspire, guiding the course of your life through a lifetime.

Such a dream, if it endures, can also fulfill your promise, tapping potential in a world of matter – in a world that matters. Such a dream, as it evolves, is an experience unto itself.

Such a dream, fully realized, finds you content, whole and complete.

Such is the power of dreams.

In the everpresent promise of a wisely conceived dream, I am a witness to an ever growing sense of possibility, as spirit draws on soul to rise and shine.

The power of a wisely conceived dream emerges from within the promise, pushing, expanding, and projecting outward to attract its worldly complements.

If all goes well, the kernel of my creation of a world for ‘my dream within’ eventually, inevitably finds a most perfect expression in a commonplace world without.

How can I not dream? How can I not be the author and creator of my own dream? How can I not say and do everything I possibly can to fulfill my dream?

The Promise of Living Beyond Death

I invite you to read this closely: the last great temptation of your life in this world is to just be as you are, where you are, no matter who and where you are.

Let me explain.

‘Living beyond death’ has two interpretations: one figurative, the other literal.

‘Living beyond death’ can either mean living beyond a fear of death, a fascination with death, or a preoccupation with death, or it can mean the prospect of living perpetually after death.

Many people have died clinically and have come back to tell the tale. They stopped breathing and their hearts stopped long enough to make it impossible for their brains to support conscious activity.

They came back and reported on events, activities, and conversations that they could not possibly have seen, heard, felt, or known while their bodies remained in a moribund state.

(Facile explanations conditioned by the materialist paradigm – too little oxygen, hallucinations, abnormal brain activity, cultural influence – don’t hold up under informed clinical and scientific scrutiny.)

Their experiences are reportedly quite vivid (and strange enough not to have any basis in current consensus reality), so much so that they view our dense manifest realm as a waking dream.

A paper mâché world as one described it.

Think about that for a moment. Could it be that we live in a paper mâché world?

From one point of view, this could very well be the case.

From another, perhaps more biased point of view, the world in which we live and hope and dream is clearly a real world. I cannot put my hand through solid objects, have direct access to private thoughts and feelings, or communicate instantaneously with other souls, like disembodied spirits say they can.

At least not yet.

In this dense material realm, I am limited in what I can say and do. When I go to sleep, I dream, and when I wake up, the world is as real as it was the night before, before I fell asleep.

When I treat my life as a wisely conceived, viscerally realized dream, I do so in light of one or more of the three possibilities outlined at the beginning of this post.

But let us go deeper.

Some people who have died (clinically, not terminally) have come back making two statements as a result of their experience: (1) “I didn’t want to come back”, and (2) “I can’t wait to go back”.

They’ve seen this world for the dream that it is and they would very much like to wake up again (i.e., die). They’ve lost their fear of death and they’ve lost their interest in death. They know.

As they view suicide as a form of cheating, I can well imagine how seduced they must feel by the last great temptation, to be just as they are, where they are, no matter who and where they are, especially those who have been given comprehensive downloads of knowledge (for lack of a better phrase) about the nature and meaning of creation or about the nature and meaning of relationships.

In this light, temptation lingers: just be as you are until the day you die, letting be and letting go.

The promise of living beyond death, in the literal sense, can only be genuinely felt by those who have actually gone beyond death in this world. For everyone else (myself included), there’s the prospect of finding the promise of life beyond death through the stories of those who have gone beyond and then returned with tales of things to come, obviating any need to dwell on death in the here and now.

It is true that wisdom arises with understanding informed or inspired by realization.

Without realization in the heart, knowledge in the head is mere information; I can do little more than acknowledge the calling and the allure to be as I am, where I am, no matter who and where I am.

If I were to do otherwise, would I not risk a living death?

For a sovereign being creating an experience of reality with Source intelligence, my wisely conceived dream is my motivation, my inspiration, my salvation in a world where dreams are both waking and sleeping.

I came from Source and I shall return to Source with a fuller, wiser appreciation and realization of my sovereignty.

We shall not cease from exploration. And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.

T.S. Eliot – Little Gidding

My need to know and my desire to realize myself in the service of my dream continues …


This post is the ninth in a series that began here.

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