Hello, I just wanted to thank you for everything and to share this experience with you.
Yesterday I read some articles from the "Dream Yoga" course, and last night I was able to wake up in one of my dreams. But the experience was more profound than that.
I'll summarize the dream:
I was walking in a shopping district, everything looked dream-like and beautiful.
I walked by a beggar who was asking for some change and I thought (still dreaming, not in charge) "Hmm, I would like to give him some money but I just can't be bothered..." and I walked past him, feeling a little sad.
Then two muslim men walked past the beggar and again I thought "Hmm, they are muslim, aren't they supposed to be charitable? Didn't the Prophet say so? Why aren't they giving him some money?" (And I didn't even notice the hypocrisy in my words! Now that's good self-observation! Well, in my defence, I must say that I was asleep).
I then walked down the stairs (yeah there were stairs there) and I saw a girl standing there.
She was a girl I adored when I was in middle school. She was very homely and cute, had a great personality and we were great friends.
I walked down another staircase, but this time something great happened: I kinda realized that I was dreaming, and that happens sometimes, but I never take control of the dream. This time however I said to myself "I'm having an astral experience! I can control my body!", and just like that, with a minimal effort of will, I took charge and "awakened".
There was a room downstairs, and I ran around that room for a bit to "try" my new body, which felt very light. Everything looked "almost real" but at the same time "too real", it was weird. There was a mirror in which I could see my reflection in pretty accurate detail, and my hands looked like my real hands. Anyway, I woke up in the physical world.
Now the fun part begins. I thought "Wow... that was a great experience... hmm however, now that I think about it, If I knew I was dreaming, I would have given all of my money to that Beggar -- oh wait..." Profound lesson. Yesterday I read an excerpt from Sivananda in "Dream Yoga" in which he stated that both the "awake" world and "dream" world are false. So then why was I willing to give away all of my money in the dream world, but in the physical world I cling to material things? Are they not both illusory?
The prophets understood this. Muhammad preached zakat, charity, purification from greed. And yet I was too greedy and too lazy to pull out my wallet. I was attached to my money, to my comfort, and that's dreaming, whether you do it in the sleeping world or the waking world.
That was the significance of the two "muslim" men who walked by the Beggar. Even though I'm not formally a muslim, doesn't being a student of Gnosticism imply being a follower of Muhammad? (and of Jesus, Moses, etc.).
Lastly, the Girl. I somehow understood that since both the waking and dream world are illusory, what really matters are people. We should love others as we love ourselves, but not because we're "spiritual" and because we "love everyone" and our pride loves that, but because what we see of people is just "representation", a play, a farce, maya [the whore], and everyone posseses something beyond that illusion in the depth of his being (whether we find him attractive or not, whether he's our enemy or our friend) and that's the thing we must love "as we love ourselves" (as we love our Being).
That's what the Girl showed me: if we just love the physical body and the personality of a person, those things are going to disappear eventually... isn't that just lust, attachment to material things? Shouldn't we love people in a more profound way, a conscious way?
Wasn't the saying "Love is law, but conscious love"?
Anyway it was a nice experience, too bad I only "understood" these things and I did not "comprehend" them in a way that would have changed my actions permanently. I guess it's true: in the end, what really matters is action.