The Doom of A Palace - A Dream

After 45 minutes of meditation, I laid back to sleep again as part of my morning routine. Since this is Sunday morning, I don't need to hurry preparing for work, so I allow myself a more luxurious no alarm policy for the rest of the morning. I dreamed..

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I resided in a magnificent Palace in the ancient time and was a caretaker of the palace. The palace had nine spacious rooms, each was decorated with many historical artifacts, hand-carved vases from several dynasties and wooden life like Immortal Figurines of sophistication, and each with marble floor of various intriguing pattern design. Interestingly, some of the rooms even had roller coaster rides and motion picture theaters.

This palace was open to public all year around, except one room. Legion had it that there was a menacing evil spirit resided underground of the room in the west side. When the darkness descended and enveloped the city, you can hear a muffled groan emitting down there. I sometimes smelled a sickly, nauseating rotten flesh when approaching near the door. For years, our Imperial Martial Artists of clandestine nature were on guard at all hours. Now finally with the technology, we had devised a plan to eradicate the evil beast for good.

Due to the colossal feature of the demon and its powerful force, we estimated that the battle will be fought in a way that the palace will soon be pulverized and reduced to rubble, but luckily no life will be lost. The date of impending doom of the palace along with the cessation of beast's malicious existence was set as today.

I hurriedly ushered the visitors out of the palace ground from room to room. I approached the room and prepared myself for the onslaught of that sickly smell. I saw the Imperial Guard finalizing the position of our ultimate weapon. I was about to witness the historical significance of the event unfolding... Then I heard a succession of knocking on the door. I was startled, awoke and very much annoyed.
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I got up and open my bedroom door, but there was no one there. Then I peeked down our backyard, and I saw that our next door neighbor was cutting tree branches. Well, I was disappointed of not getting the chance to see the battle.

The interesting part of the dream was its convoluted nature of blending the past with the present. I dreamed of the era of Imperial Oder, and yet there were theaters, roller coasters and a time bomb dotted the dream scenes that were clearly belong to our modern world.

Breaking the Mantra: "It Is in the Gene!"

Lately I read a book called "the Biology of Belief". The title seemed intriguing. How is that our intangible belief has a biological base? As I read on, I found that the concept isn't really new to me.

Ever since Watson, Crick, Wilkins and Rosalind Franklin's discovery of the double-helical structure of DNA in 1950, medical scientists has set out the mission to unravel the secret of life which is contained in our DNA. A gene can be defined as a region of DNA that controls a hereditary characteristic. Many diseases are claimed to be hereditary. If our father or grandfather had high blood pressure, or overly elevated cholesterol level, chances are that we may be prone to the same type of disease they had later in life.

What I have learned from the cutting edge science and other credible cell biologist like Dr. Bruce Lipton conveyed a very different picture of what the role of gene plays in our life. Gene is a blueprint of life, it pretty much determine how you will look from head to toe. As much as I don't like the way I look, I have nothing to say. There was one time I seriously believed that God had made a big mistake constructing me . Well, I thought IT should have at least consulted me first. After all who is the one does all the living?

To tie certain disease to certain gene is utterly overestimating the biological side of us. Our biology does not control our psychology. Scientists have discovered that some people have certain type of cancer gene embedded in the DNA, but somehow they had lived long and healthy life, the gene was dormant and was never activated. Here is the interesting question. How does that particular gene(s) get activated and wreck havoc our health? According to the scientific study, gene controls our biological function, but the other side of equation of invisible realm of psychology, life style, thought, attitude and outlook of life are the major driving force of who we will ultimately become. Since energy and matter is interchangeable and they feed into each other. We can deduct that our thought, belief, attitude and life style can have profound effect to our health down to the molecular and cellular level. Those are the determining factors of whether or not the cancer gene will be activated or stay dormant. The effect of this mindset is not limited to health alone, it can apply to every area of our life.

I thought an analogy will do justice. DNA is like a blueprint, a manuscript of life, it is there sitting in a dusty shelf of our county library. This book is awesome, it contains the secret of life. Whoever gets hold of it, reads it, studies it and applies it will be transformed overnight. To do any good, it takes A person to read the book to realize its potential. The person who does the reading and studying is transmuted, but not the book. Is it really in the gene?

DNA Activation - Did it work?

The year 2004 was a busy year for me. I had read volume of books, acquired some new age programs for my personal growth and also engaged in DNA activation. Several blog readers have asked me about my experience of the activation. They particularly like to know whether or not I have experienced significant improvement after the activation.

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I like to make it clear that this is just my personal experience. My case is by no means a typical one. Please do not quote me in any of your published writing. I have no doubt there may be people out there who received the activation and experienced a phenomenal transformation. Everyone is unique in one's own self developmental discernment.
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At the time, I was like others, overly excited at the prospect of some kind of psychological surgery. Thinking that with 12 strands of DNA fully activated, I will somehow transformed into a very powerful god person in complete command of every area of my life or perhaps even able to exert certain favorable influence towards others. Wouldn't it be nice if that was the result?

I can not deny that it may have had positive effect on my ability to deal with difficult situation for last several years. In the midst of conflict and struggle, I can still somehow maintain a calm composure without losing my head most of the time. But other than that, I don't feel any major improvement in my intuition or my ability to connect with the inner plane. My meditative practice still has its good days as well as its share of down days. The only physical symptom after the activation was that my acne actually came back even while I was (am) in the advancing age. That does not mean that I look younger than before. My appearance looked the same but I felt annoyed with acne breaking out here and there like uncontrollable sparks of wild fire.

DNA activation was not a magic bullet for the ache of the Psyche nor was a panacea for the soul as I thought it would be, at least not for me. It was an illusion. There is no such thing as cure all universal remedy. An evolved and cultivated soul is like a diamond, what we see of its sparkling beauty today was actually formed millions of millions years ago about 100 miles below the earth's surface in the molten rock. It was originally just plain carbon, the most common elements in the world. With the right amount of pressure, heat and eons of time, carbon gradually transformed into diamond. Can you imagine the pressure and stress of 100 miles below in the molten rock of the earth's mantle? It is tremendous!

Let me relate a story: The Butterfly

A man was walking in the park one day, when he came upon a cocoon. He sat and watched for several hours, as a young butterfly struggled to force its body out through a small opening. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. The man took his pocketknife and snipped out a larger opening. The butterfly then emerged easily - but something was strange. The butterfly had a swollen body, and shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the butterfly, because he expected at any moment that the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.

But neither happened. In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and deformed wings. It never was able to fly. What the man, in his kindness and haste did not understand, was that the cocoon, and the struggle required for the butterfly to emerge, were natural events. It was nature's way of forcing fluid from the butterfly's body into its wings, so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom.

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our lives... if we were allowed to go through life without any obstacles, we would be crippled. We would not be as strong as we could have been. And we never could fly. History has shown us that the most celebrated winners usually encountered heartbreaking obstacles before they triumphed. They won because they refused to become discouraged by their defeats.

Helen Keller, the famous blind author and speaker said: "Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, vision cleared, ambition inspired, and success achieved. Silver is purified in fire, and so are we. It is in the most trying times that our real character is shaped, and revealed."

The Boatman and the Philosopher - A Story

One day long ago a certain learned Hindu philosopher who was, theoretically at least, well versed in the four great Hindu Bibles (the Vedas), made arrangements with a boatman to take him across the holy Ganges River in a rowboat.

The proud philosopher, idly wondering how best to pass the time during the crossing, thought of showing off his knowledge to the boatman, so he asked: " Mr. Boatman, have you studied the first Hindu Bible?"

"No Sir, I don't know anything about the first Hindu Bible," the man replied. At this the philosopher looked very wise and pityingly remarked, "Mr. Boatman, I am sorry to say that without some knowledge of the first Hindu Bible, twenty-five percent of your life is as good as lost." The Boatman took his insult quietly and kept on rowing his boat.

They had gone some distance across the Ganges when the arrogant philosopher made further inquiry: "Mr. Boatman, I must ask if you have studied the second Hindu Bible?" The boatman betrayed his annoyance as he replied: "Sir, I tell you definitely that I know nothing about the second Hindu Bible." With cool amusement the philosopher then declared: "I am sorry to tell you then that fifty percent of your life is as good as lost." Still holding his tongue in spite of this further affront, the boatman angrily kept to his work at the oars.

The small craft was nearing the middle of the river, and the wind had become a little strong, when for the third time the Hindu philosopher's eye glinted with superiority. "Mr. Boatman, tell me, have your studied the third Hindu Bible?" The boatman was now in no mood to be trifled with. "I told you before," he said testily, "I don't know anything about the Hindu Bibles." The philosopher then declared in pompous tones. "Mr. Boatman, it is my duty to announce to you that seventy-five percent of your life is as good as lost." The boatman mumbled angrily to himself, and wished with all his heart that this impossible philosopher had found someone else to row him across the river.

Ten minutes had passed in silence, when a sudden storm ripped the veils of the clouds and sprang like a demon over the water of the river, lashing it into furiously excited waves. The boat began to rock like a floating leaf in the tumultuous waves. The pundit shivered and trembled, but the boatman, with a smile of assurance on his face, said: "Mr. philosopher, you have pelted me with questions; now may I ask you one?"

Receiving an affirmative reply, the boatman went on: "Well, Mr. Philosopher, the knower of the four Hindu Bibles, you established that seventy-five percent of my life is lost. Tell me-- do you know how to swim?" To this the scholar tremblingly replied:"No, dear boatman, I cannot swim." With smiling indifference the boatman replied, " I am sorry then to have to declare to you that one hundred percent of you life is soon going to be lost." As if to fulfill his prophecy, a furious gust upset the boat, and the Hindu philosopher was drowned; but the boatman, swimming with powerful strokes, overcame the waves and safely reached the shore.

----Self Realization Fellowship

To Know versus To Believe

With over five years working diligently on inner wisdom development, it is time for me to contemplate of my next stage of growth. With the help from Dr. Parker's tape program of Pathway to Mastership to countless books that I have read over the years, I have sufficiently cleared many false beliefs that were implanted and gathered during hardship and bruises of possibly many lives.

Knowledge is a good thing, but it is the experience that put us into absolute knowing instead of just vague and unsubstantiated belief. I don't believe that we are immortal, I know that we are immortal. It is difficult to convince others buying into your personal unworldly experience. After all, you can't prove anything, at least not with our present material technology. But someday, we all can experience the grand view of our true nature and there will be no need to prove anything.

I am still working on lucid dreaming induction every night even though the success rate is about less than 1%. Often time, I will get back to sleep right after my meditation and found myself fully awake and aware the whole time. As of now, Lucid dream is still beyond reach.

Our conscious portion of the mind is like tip of the iceberg, the sub-conscious mind is the part that is submerged into hundreds of feet under vast ocean. To explore our dream, particularly lucid dream is like deep sea diving into the treasure chest of the gold mine, but for most of us it is more like open up the skeletons in the closet. Subconscious mind could be our best friend or our worst enemy. One of the many ways to learn and understand the hidden part of ourselves is to dream consciously so that the uprising of the issues that lingering in our psyche could be brought into surface, acknowledged and cleared.