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08:31pm 15/05/2002
  This is a dream journal. I will only write in it when I can clearly remember my dreams and if they are even slightly coherent. I'm going to start it off with my favorite dream. It is not my own but one imagined by Jack Kerouac...

Suddenly I woke up and there was Avalokiteshvara smiling at me, one radiant hand laid upon my brow like a cool diamond- "What do you want Jack?" he asks me-"I want to help the world"-"But you know that can't be done, it is only a vision and unreal-all those mental sunbeams boy have camped themselves in one form or another, are you quite satisfied"-He's telling me this nowhere in any particular space-"But I noticed you were restless and wanted to be awakened, but I didn't know why."
“To help the world.”
“Do you realize how long you’ve been gone?”
“Is it too late?”
“In earthly time you?ve been gone five minutes-there you are still lying on your bed.”
I look and see my body there-
“Dead?”
“No, in a trance.”
“And if I want now I can take off with you forever?”
“Yes- or stay & help the world-This condition we?re in is known as transcendental grace and you are completely free to help in any way you want, go anywhere, to any of the worlds, in the wink of an eye, less-But I can tell you now that your efforts won?t help anybody in particular.”
“Why not?”
“Dreams are dreams.”
“Have I some kind of choice?”
“Stay in this transcendental state & try to help, or go off now into Nirvana, The Perpetual Insurance, or even go back into your body & live your allotted space of days as a human being & do what you can, or do what you like.”
“Five minutes! and it seems so long I?ve been dreaming in blissful golden silence I thought I?d been gone for aeons and aeons of golden ages!”
“That’s because there is no time...except to speak of.”
“Well can I try to help?”
“Yes.”
“Will you help me help?”
“Yes.”(smiling)”but it won?t do any good or do any harm.”
“I want to try it.”
“All good souls want to try it, all souls are seen-all have made their original vows-I expected you to ask.”
“Where do we go first?”
“It’s up to you-do you remember what you wanted to do?”
“Well I wanted to reassure everybody that everything is alright, forever & forever & forever.”
“Think they don?t know it?”
“They don?t act like it!”
“Acts are nothing, it’s what they are, where it is, shining empty and awake and shot thru with eternal bliss.”
“But can we make them feel it?”
“Sensation is unreal.”
“Oh let’s try.”
“Go ahead.”		  
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