The Great River Ganges
I can sleep more than the average person. There was a time when it was not unusual for me to get 12 to 15 hours a night. As I get older, sleep has become less and less important to me as my impending need to accomplish something grows greater and greater. But still, there are my dreams.
I have a very active dream life. Vivid colors, songs, persons of impressions fill my nightly thoughts. In high school, I had one rather amusing dream in which my math teacher wore a top hat and danced the can-can with a cane. Another time, I dreamt I was in the garden of Eden. Everything was humid and orange-cast, and I laid on a bed while eating fruit after forbidden fruit.
Last night I had dream, Friends. I was on a journey, following someone to get something back. Who or what- I do not know. But I was in INDIA! The Land of Mystery. There were electric colors and smells intoxicating, like a thousand flowers had bloomed overnight. I wandered through the city, chasing the back of man. Finally, he led me to a boy. It was Neelkanth, the eleven year old yogi. He wouldn’t speak to me. In fact, there was no sound at all, but he lead me to the Ganges. Together we crossed. Then through a great hole in the earth we crawled until we came to another larger river far beneath us.
“How will we get across?” I asked.
He pointed down, and then I watched as he ran from one great shelf sticking out of the earth and leaped far across to another shelf. The child yogi then turned to face me and I saw him, with the great Ganges before him, on a gold shelf of the earth, his hands together in prayer.
What does this all mean? This is the first time in my life when i felt like my dreams were really trying to tell me something. India has definitely been a theme lately. I am reading Salman Rushdie’s Midnight’s Children, and I recently saw “Mystic India” which is about Neelkanth, but there was some else there, something I am supposed to understand.
The most literal interpretation seems to be that I must take a leap. This week is my last week of my job before I begin to teach. I’ve just accepted an internship for a publishing company which just may lead to a whole new chapter of my life. But I feel as though I should look deeper, that there is something I am overlooking.
Tonight I hope the yogi visits me again. I will pray for understanding. I will pray for peace.
Tell me your thoughts.
