Awakening from the Waking Dream

The Collective Dream of Humanity

When it comes to the world, it is for me a strange thing. Not in the sense that I don’t know why things occur in the world. On the contrary. It is seeing through it all, to see the collective unconscious at play. To see the preachers, the people, the moments that play out like as if in a dream. Today I walked through the world, just observing humans.

It is as much amusing, as it is scary sometimes. To see people play out unconscious patterns, on a personal, familial and civilizational scale. There are all these layers to it. The one preacher who lost everything, to project that onto the “sinners,” or the many who wander through the world, as if caught in a web of illusions. Ideas about who or what they are. Within the context of their family, their peer group, their society, their civilisation even. Yet hardly anyone is aware of these layers. As well, they are then also unconscious. Yet nonetheless people play them out, act them out into the world. What the ancient Orphic mystics, and the revered Olympiodorus called Titanic projection into matter. What Carl Jung called projection, in the sense of shadow, and Anima-Animus projections. Yet even the entire framework of society and civilisation runs equally on these unconscious patterns, as much as the personal and familial.

Nyx and the Collective Unconscious

A person might go. I am “this person,” who is this within my family, seen by peers, by their society, and so forth. Some might even frame themselves in religious words, seeing these as external realities. Even I use my own framework to explain the world, yet the very least I know it to be a projection of my internal world onto the external. Even Phanes, the mythology I created, the various archetypes and their patterns, they are all internal patterns within the psyche. Nyx is the collective unconscious itself, and she births the patters of life, the potentialities within the void, that Phanes gives form, through the gods, the archetypes, the various patterns that exist within the world.

The Cosmic Self

Phanes is not just some deity, they are all of life, the Cosmic Self, in its deepest most primordial sense, where even the redeemer archetype of a Jesus or a Buddha, is just a part within the larger patterns of existence. A pattern that has played out since the birth of civilisation itself. Starting with the dismemberment of Dionysus (Eros/Yemo). Which is the foundational wounding and trauma that keeps all dualities in place. Not alone the most fundamental trauma, but the one that keeps all other distortions of the psychic order playing out as patterns, distorted over time, from its primordial and Neo-Lithic source. When we were still connected to the unconscious, like Ouranos tethered to Gaia. Before Kronos, the god of agriculture and civilisation, untethered us. Which is what the super-ego truly is.

Yet the thing is that all these distortions of the patterns, whilst the in one way exist, do not exist at the same time and are all illusory. There is an original pattern, and cosmic order, an order of the psyche, and of life. One that is not tied to the dualistic patterns of civilisation that splits the world into good and evil, order and chaos, light and dark. There are thus layers upon layers of distortion by various sorts of wounding of the psyche, past down over generations. Ones the ancient mystery schools sought to address, yet the lineage had been nearly gone. At least in its true form, that Plato even hinted at, with his works. The wisdom that was given by the ancient Orpheus, that he sought to preserve. To inspire others to see what conspires in the underworld, so the unconscious mind. The primal wound, and the patterns of the dream of the world.

The Waking Dream

When we are asleep, then we see the patterns play out before us, the drama of life, yet when awake, we walk asleep through the world. Not knowing that what we see is not as real as we might think. That it is a waking dream, an illusion that clouds our perception of the world. Yet what we truly all are is Vishnu dreaming the cosmos. Which we project onto the material world, as if a blank canvas for our drama. Where all we do, all we are, our very fates even, are shaped by this shared dream, and the unconscious patterns we chase in our projections. Yet I can only see what truly is, what someone truly is, not the projections or illusions, as for me they do not exist.

Cherish the Moments

Yet what I have found is that despite the patterns of the cosmos, the grand dream we live in, it are the people and souls you meet that truly matter. As the vastness of the cosmos is contained in a single person, a single laugh, a lingering moment. Like the entire universe contained in a droplet of love. So for those people who would ever see through it all, cherish the moments. Cherish life, even if the illusions are but a dream. As what is more real than a soft kiss, a hug or a simple moment spent with a friend.