We sat on the slopes of the Himalayas. In the valley, the banyan trees were in bloom, their scent was wafting up the mountain paths and hugging the snowy peaks.

“In evenings flower-scent is flooding,
while the life rests, its soul is floating.”

The thought came into my consciousness spontaneously, unexpectedly, almost creeping into me, along with the smell of the banyan trees. Giri looked at me in surprise.

- You?

I smiled. - You know, I am the bard of the heavenly realms, my soul would rather write poems than treatises on the evolution of mankind. But as I serve the Supreme Lord, I perform my task with complete devotion.

- Son! - Tears glistened in his eyes.

- My father. - From the sky came the smell of ambrosia, mixed with the scent of banyan trees. As we sat under the starry sky, we both thought of the Supreme Lord, and our souls merged and became one. It was already dawn when a light breeze caressed my cheek, signaling to me that it was time to go.

- I have to go. - Using the rest of the night I flashed past to study what people dream about.

In the dimension from which I came to Earth, my job was a kind of standby duty. I was monitoring from which part of the Universe requests for help were coming from living entities, to the higher worlds. If I detected such a call, I connected with the caller and automatically all his/her feelings and thoughts became known to me. In each case I gave energetic help in a completely unbiased and unjudgmental way. The seeker was free to use the life energy and information received according to his/her own will and purpose, but living in the shackles of his/her desires and attachments, he/she always initiated a series of events that, according to his/her own inner program, resulted in a series of experiences necessary for his/her development.

So, I was no stranger to insights into the emotions and thoughts of living beings. Seen from the other world, all human activity seems to take place in a dream, while beings are unaware of it. More correctly, they could aware if the right degree of consciousness had been attained. Therefore, it was interesting for me to have the opportunity now to get quite physically close to people and study their dreams. It is like a dream within a dream. When one dreams, what happens to them in their dream is absolutely real. Suppose while he/she is sleeping in his/her bed, he/she is being chased in his/her dream and they are trying to kill him/her, he/she flees or he/she confronts his/her attackers, he/she dies or he/she escapes, the symptoms of the struggle are definitely showing on his/her physical body, he/she is panting, sweating, moaning, tossing and turning restlessly. This is an indication that the dream indeed results in a kind of real experience, which the actor lives through fully. He/she then wakes up and realizes it was only a dream and relaxes, but it is good that it is not real, he/she thinks.

In fact, the same thing happens with the experience of death, after you die you realize that life was a dream and not reality. Of course, this is not for everyone. There are souls who do not wake up after death, but continue to dream of their life on earth, which can be even more horrible than the state they experienced before death.

Dream is reality and reality is dream, or more precisely both are dream and reality as well. No wonder, that for some people dream and reality slip together, and even worse, that these are mixed up or interchanged. I have observed that in the world of people, psychological problems are treated by psychologists and psychiatrists who have the same problems as the people who come to them.

But let's look at what these psychological problems stem from?
 

What do people dream about? 

Grumpy literate distorts the law to get brief,
Wild guard persecutes a pale, dreading thief...
Half-blind robber unlocks the halter in sleep,
and on the owner is baaed by a flock of sheep.

(Z. Wollak)

Margaret Rhasoda-Varga
UCCM head-master
(The art of living life I. Journey to the planet Earth, excerpt)