In a real world, actions have consequences. You are responsible for what you do or do not do. The notion that by becoming lucid in a dream you give yourself power to do anything you like - to have sex with anyone, for example - is seen as a potentially dangerous illusion. One the other hand, the idea that dreaming - lucid or not - may be an out-of-body experience, earnestly debated in lucid dreaming forums, is quite obvious to indigenous dreamers. It is central to the oldest understanding of dreams. Dreaming is traveling. What travels is a part of your self that is not confined to the body in life or after death. A separable part of your soul or, rather, one of your separable souls.
From this perspective - and in my personal experience - it is less important to be lucid in the sense of saying to yourself, "I'm dreaming" than to be conscious that you have the power to exercise choice, whatever state of reality or consciosuness you are in. I chose the title Conscious Dreaming for my first book on all of this. In my mind, being conscious means more than being lucid. It means being aware that at every turning, in every state of reality and consciousness, you can exercise choice. At the very least, you can choose your attitude, and that can change everything. You want to be prepared, always, to test the limits of possibility.
The ability to embark on dream journeys at will, travel to
certain locations, contact transpersonal beings and exercise wakeful powers of
goal-setting and decision-making in the dream state is what is prized by
traditional dreaming peoples. In other words, they rank volitional dreaming
above lucid dreaming, to employ a helpful distinction suggested by
anthropologists Roger Ivar Lohmann and Shayne Dahl.[2]
As a lucid dreamer, you may experiment with creating
environments in nonordinary reality where you can live out your wildest
fantasies or engage in training or meditation. I am greatly in favor of
practicing reality creation on the imaginal plane. However, you don’t want to
fall into the delusion that everything you experience in dreaming is merely a
figment of your own imagination, or that everyone you encounter is a projection
or aspect of yourself.
You will come to understand that dreaming – lucid or otherwise –
is a portal to other realms of reality in the multidimensional universe. They
may have their own physics, whether similar or wildly different from the
physics of everyday experience on Earth. These realms include the
territories where the dead are alive.
This is common knowledge in ancestral and indigenous traditions,
which understand that the dream world is a lifeworld and may actually be more
real than much of ordinary life, where we are sometimes in the condition of
sleepwalkers. [3] In dreaming cultures, it is recognized that the most
important events in our lives may take place in dreams.
Anthropologist Irving Hallowell wrote of the Ojibwa, “When we
think autobiographically we only include events that happened to us when awake;
the Ojubwa include remembered events that hat have occurred in dreams. And, far
from being of subordinate importance, such experiences are for them often of
more vital importance than the events of daily waking life. Why is this so?
Because it is in dreams that the individual comes into direct communication
with the atiso’kanak, the powerful ‘persons’ of the other-than-human
class.”[4]
Among the Semang-Negrito
peoples of the Malay peninsula, "walking into a dream" means entering
an altered state of consciousness and a separate reality. What is
experienced in dreams is at least as real as what goes on in the day. One of the
souls of the dreamer travels in other worlds. [7]
If you have been primed to think that what goes on in dreams is
all about your own thoughts and projections, you may be shocked into
awareness that the dream world is a real world when you find yourself in a
lucid dream in which other players are clearly beyond your control.
For Jung, the dawning came in his encounters with the mentor he
called Philemon, who appeared to him as an old man with kingfisher blue wings
and convinced the psychologist, as Jung put it, of the objective reality of
figures who appear in inner experiences. "it was he who taught me
psychic objectivity, the reality of the psyche." [8]
I once dreamed that I was rattling along at high speed in a
yellow New York City cab. I became lucid when I noticed that the taxi driver
was a dead man yoked to the steering wheel by a rope around his neck. I yelled
for the cab to stop. When it did, I heard the kind of recorded voice you get in
New York cabs. It said, "This is not a dream. You are in the
afterlife."
I proceeded to have adventures in a number of strange Underworld
locales and bardo states. Getting out of here was not straightforward. I had to
ask for help. It came in the elegant shape of a being I had met many times
before, who is recognized in certain traditions as a form of the sacred
Gatekeeper. I was lucid throughout this odyssey, and volitional in the sense
that I remained fully conscious of my power to choose my course. But the other
players and the environment itself had their own reality and solidity.
A bigger experience in a state of dream lucidity brought me to
my first encounter with the spiritual teacher I have called Island Woman in my
books. This episode began in the hypnopompic zone, when I stirred from sleep in
the middle of the night. Among the stream of images rising on my inner screen,
I chose a double spiral of the kind I had seen on a guardian stone at the
entrance to Newgrange, the megalithic temple-tomb in Ireland.
Instantly, I found myself floating above my body - a reminder
that in dreaming (lucid or not) we often travel beyond the body and brain. I
enjoyed the very sensory experience of flight. I lifted over trees and
rooftops, soaring and swooping like a bird. I felt some pain when my wing
feathers rubbed the dried needles of an old spruce tree.
Then I felt the tug of someone
else's intention. I chose to follow the call. It brought me on a long flight
over pristine woodlands - modern highways and developments were gone - to a
cabin somewhere near Montreal where a wise and ancient woman spoke to me over a
wampum belt. I did not understand her language until a series of later
experiences - and some helpful synchronicity - led me to my first friends among
the Six Nations of the Haudenosaunee, or Iroquois. They had me repeat words I
had recorded phonetically. Eventually we determined that my interlocutor was
speaking to me in an archaic form of the Mohawk language, "the way we may
have spoken it three hundred years ago."
I was required to study Mohawk to understand the teachings of an arendiwanen, or "woman of power", who had called me in a conscious dream in the liminal space between sleep and awake into a real world beyond linear space and time. This transformed my life. [9]
References
1. Marie-Françoise
Guédon, "La pratique du rêve chez les Dénés septentrionaux" Anthropologie et Sociétés vol 18 no. 2 (1994) p. 76.
2. Roger Ivar Lohmann and Shayne A.P. Dahl, "Cultural Contingency and the
Varieties of Lucid Dreaming" in Ryan Hurd and Kelly Bulkeley (eds) Lucid
Dreaming: New Perspectives on Consciousness in Sleep (Santa Barbara:
Praeger, 2014) vol 2., 24-25.
3. Jean-Guy A. Goulet, “Dreams and Visions in Indigenous Lifeworlds: An Experiential Approach” Canadian Journal of Native Studies, vol. 13, no. 2 (1993)pp.171-198.
4. A. Irving Hallowell, "Ojibwa Ontology,
Behavior and World View" in Stanley Diamond (ed) Culture and
History: Essays in Honor of Paul Radin (New York: Columbia University
Press, 1960), 207-44.
5. Marc de Civrieux, "Medatia: A Makiritare
Shaman's Tale" in David M. Guss (ed) The Language of the
Birds (San Francisco: North Point Press, 1985) 74.
6. Franz Boas,"Ethnology of
the Kwakiutl" in F. W. Hodge (ed.) Thirty-fifth annual report of
the Bureau of American Ethnology to the Secretary of the Smithsonian
Institution (Government Printing Office, 1921) pp. 724-725.
7. Diana Riboli, "Dreamed Violence and
Shamanic Transformation in Indigenous Nepal and Malaysia" in Lucid
Dreaming: New Perspectives, vol, 2, 75.
8. C.G.Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections trans. Richard and
Clara Winston (New York: Vintage, 1973) 183.
9. For the full story, see Robert Moss, Dreamways of the Iroquois (Rochester
VT: Destiny Books, 2004) and The Boy Who Died and Came Back (Novato
CA: New World Library, 2014).
Illustration: "Green Flight" by Robert Moss
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