A dream of a pillar of color.

I am not sure when I had this dream, but I know that it has stuck with me since (at least a year now).  I'm not even sure if I can call this a dream, really.  In all honesty, it occured during that time you find yourself tossing and turning, when you're about to wake up.  I saw a man in gray (the color being of no consequence), sitting Indian style, meditating.  Alight on his body were his Sahasrara, Ajna, et al., in succession until an unlit Muladhara.  Next to him, about the level of the unlit chakra, is this...machine.  Something like a Roomba.  And on its front was this blaring red eye, something like Hal 9000's from 2001.  When I awoke, I had to ponder what I saw.

Knowing that the Muladhara is the symbol and regulator of our ties to the Earth, it struck me as strange that the red was unnoticable.  If everything that I have heard and read is true, the man in this meditative pose would have to be grounded or else the whole reflective session would be pointless.  From my third person perspective, looking on, I attributed the lack of base to the pose that I witnessed; his legs blocking the red glow.  But, then, what is the purpose of this little robot next to him with his huge glowing eye?  It was then that something like an epiphany swept over me.

This machine represents a shear lack of Earth(ly) awareness and the fact that it has been projected upon it.  Think about the Second Renaissance from the Matrix films.  Humans became overly complacent upon their machine servants, indulging in God knows what.  What ensued might have been anything from a newfound rebirth of sexual frivolity to, perhaps, even a spike in spiritual studies and mass quest for liberation (representing the precession of chakras).  All of this in a time when man has forgotten that LIFE started from the ground up.

Be it fantasy or not, our dependence on machines enough to project upon them life will destroy ours!  Ask yourselves, truthfully, is A.I. really necessary?  Hell, robot means "forced labor," in Czech, and we are a tool wielding species.  (Pardon, if my thoughts become incoherent at this point - I'm trying to make a scattered mess into something here.)  The point of all of this is that a breaking off from the basics will leave us floating in the aether for anything to peck us off.  And, believe me, this is the truth...I've felt it, myself. 

One of the basics is that for the whole of our species, there has always been a creator and a creature.  We are the creature - with whatever you want to attribute as the creator.  If we become the creator (man choosing to abandon any notions of a creator), then we will have proved the prime dichotomy of the creator/creature invalid, thus leaving room for our own demise as the creator that was never really required in the first place.  Once the creature becomes either too arrogant or just simply witnesses it independence (as in the case of the slave machines), the necessity of adhering to the creator becomes irrelevant.  Now, I am not saying, follow the deities of old, but, instead, know your place as the creator and creature.  But, too, never drop the moralistic balance that only the creator possesses and decide to create something out of the impulse of the arrogant, pseudo-liberated creature. 

Know that you are both.  Do not get too high on your own power and modern endeavors that you find yourself so far in the strata that there is no chance to return.  Do not depend solely on (and project your life onto) machines - your tools - or anything else.  Be aware of your world and try to find the beauty within IT.  For it all starts here.  

Maybe I should learn to like camping.  ::grins::