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The Dream of a Ridiculous Man
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The Dream of a Ridiculous Man

Fyodor Dostoevsky
1877
5/5

~ A golden tale of a Golden Age ~


I dream about a place,
A place where flowers bloom with grace.

Here, the sun shines high and bright,
As I admire this beautiful sight.

I often wonder where I might be,
For here thereís peace like a never ending sea.

I often dream about this place,
A place where flowers bloom with grace.


Have you ever discovered a truth you felt was so critical for everyone to know that you spoke of it to anyone who would listen Ö only to be suppressed? Do you remember a time of pure peace, joy, unconditional love and beauty? If youíre reading this, there is a part of you that does. There are few who will relate to the tale of this Ridiculous Man, but those who do will resonate with his story, reading it as if it were recounting their deepest truth.

I wrote the poem that starts this review in 1993 and it is only recently that I see such similarities between this story and this poem. When I read this story, I am intimately linked with someone else in this world who knew how it felt to feel different and out of place. I share in those moments of disconnection, misunderstanding and subsequent silence. Have you ever felt it was easier just not to say anything at all? This story is the tale of my life! Even down to how I felt during my schooling, all those moments when things appeared perfectly clear to everyone while nothing at all made sense to me. This isnít the way itís supposed to feel. Reading that this little character in this little story that I may never have come across if not by chance realised the same thing that I did about this world, that ‘nothing matters’ was such an affirming moment! It meant I wasnít crazy after all and that it wasnít just my imagination!

I think that itís important for people who are going through these realisations to share in the knowing that we are not alone in our quests. The irony is that this group of people often remains tucked away in the folds of society, shielded from the winds because in many ways, this is not our world. It is not necessarily a bad world, it just isnít ours. We are grateful guests, but this is not our home, this is not the untainted place in the dream, the place from which we came.

The story is a recounting of the history of the ages Ė the history of our world, the cycle we repeat ad infinitum, remembering Ö forgetting Ö remembering again as if it were for the first time. I donít know why yet, but I know that itís so. Itís a story about my home, and a story about where I live, what I see, how I feel and who I am. Itís the story of each and every one of us, whether we like it or not, whether we accept it or not, whether weíre afraid of it or embrace it Ö or not. It just is. This is what is. But that which is feels inside out and upside down and all the way from beginning to end just doesnít make sense Ö yet feels like the truth Ö the Truth.

When I leave, this world will cease to exist because this world is made for me. Everything and everyone in this world is made for me because I am the maker of my world. No one sees life through my eyes but me. No one can have my experiences but me. MY experiences, MY creations, MY world Ė it all stops when MY EGO dies because all of this was made by ME. ME. MY. MINE. None of it exists except for my entertainment. What do you think was more fun: writing the story or living it?

The evolution of perception, the development of expanded awareness Ė these are the things that this story represents to me. If any of this resonates with you, it may be worth entering into this Ridiculous world, even for but a moment Ö to remember.

Itís been a journey of self-discovery for me to read and re-read this story but this journey has been unlike those of self-discovery that I have been on before. You see, I started off this life learning how to walk and talk and assimilate with my surroundings because Ďyou canít expect the world to conform to youí. That was fine. That was part of the process. And in those stages of physical, mental and emotional development, yes, I did learn bits about the soul taking part in the experiences, but it was still at a level of assimilation and conformity. This story has taken my self-discovery to a different place because it has allowed me to make sense of some of the missing links and to see and understand some of the previously unnoticed and unexplained signals that no one else could explain to me but me.

Eternity. That is what we are. And all this Ö is our play.

‘Dream? Whatís a dream? Isnít this life of ours a dream?’

Love and Light,
Radiant Energy
28 May, 2007

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