Wild West of Enlightenment Part 2

Mahoot felt the wind on her face, a gentle warming breeze; it felt like a caress. It reminded her of her sister Yahoot and how she always lightly touched her face. It was always a light swipe across her cheek. She always felt her sister’s deep affection for her in that caress even though she often followed it with some teasing. She thought of her sister. It had been ten years since she had seen her on their own planet. They had both made a conscious, deliberate choice: she would go with Yakaboobis as his apprentice, to his home, and Yahoot made her choice to live a life with Yakataboof on their home planet. Ten years, she thought. What a strange ride it has been. Everything about this Earth had been a shock to her: how crowded it was, how machines did all the work, and how strange the culture and its ways were. For the first few years, Yakaboobis kept her close as he showed her how to ground herself and function in this strange new world. Ah, the first few years. No matter how disorienting everything was, being in the presence of her master/teacher Yakaboobis fulfilled her heart in so many ways. She had given up everything familiar and everyone she loved— her dear sister Yahoot—to be with Yakaboobis in his strange home. While her love for Yakaboobis was dear and personal, he always kept a formal relationship with her. He always pointed her toward the process of truth awareness, of conscious exploration. She yearned for some personal affection from him, perhaps a light caress on her cheek?

He was not that kind of teacher. He taught in experience, wherever they were, but his manner was always impersonal. He showed her how to sustain herself in this world and he showed her how to skirt some of the damaging beliefs and dangers of this world. In some ways this new world she had found herself in was more dangerous and more cruel than her home world, which lacked the sophistication of machines and technology. She didn’t like it here much and that alienation led her to over-rely on Yakaboobis. He would push her away at times. When he did, she felt that he was being cruel, but she was resilient and it made her stronger. After her first two years, she got her own place to live and her first job was to teach people how to drive. She tried to imagine explaining to Yahoot about cars and that it was her job to teach people how to operate them. Yahoot would be amazed at this world—she was the more adventuresome of the two. Mahoot wished that the cell phone she had, that could reach anyone in this world, could reach her sister again. Didn’t Yakaboobis yearn to see Yakataboof, his closest friend and ally, again? There was no doubting the deep love between the two men. She had never seen a relationship that true and deep before. She had hoped that Yakaboobis could feel that way about her someday. She wondered if she had fallen short in some way that Yakataboof hadn’t.

After the first years, after she had oriented to this world and knew how to sustain herself here, Yakaboobis’s teachings became more subtle and deeper. He never imposed any rules on her; he offered her options and saw what she was attracted to. He helped her to see and understand the world she was living in. “Mahoot,” he would tell her, “this world and all the different worlds are a slice of dreaming. Why this world is the way it is, is because everyone hear is dreaming it this way.”

Mahoot wondered why the people would dream up war, genocide, poverty, rape. “But how do people dream all this, Yakaboobis?” she asked. “Why would people dream such cruelties as war, as rape?”

“And beauty, great art, delightful music, dance”, he added. “All that is being dreamed here as well.”

“Yes, that too, but why would anyone dream the bad stuff that people do?”

“Everyone here dreams according to the depth of their understanding. Some people don’t understand that in their impulse to be fulfilled, to get happy, they create choices that have dire consequences.”

“What do you mean?” asked Mahoot.

“Well, someone might murder someone for what they think is a good reason.”

“Are there any good reasons for murder?”

“Yes, to save the life of someone from an aggressive, hostile person who wants to harm an innocent person.”

“I see.” Mahoot agreed. “But what about the murderer in that case? How does he think he will get happy by murdering someone?”

“Perhaps he feels that taking a life—an innocent life that has done him no harm—will free him in some way, that it will take away his anger and his hopelessness of living.”

Mahoot thought about that for a while. “So, people are dreaming what happens here but they really don’t know—don’t get that they have the power to dream a better life, a better place?”

“Yes, knowing that you are dreaming your own life makes you the responsible one for your choices and their consequences.”

“So if one know that they are creating their life through their choices—they are responsible for whatever consequences happen?”

“Yes, the consequences are valuable lessons or gems of experience, and if owned and understood can lead to …”

Mahoot excitedly cut off her teacher, “to better choices!” she exclaimed.

“Yes!” Yakaboobis laughed.

“Yakaboobis, when you came to Ashen, did I dream you there?”

“What do you think?” he asked.

“I didn’t really know that I had these questions in me, that I needed and wanted to know more than what was obvious or shown to me on my home world. When you came, you stirred something in me.” Mahoot didn’t mention that she had felt that the longing to know was interpreted by her to be a longing to know the man, her teacher. Now she felt that her attraction to him was the waking up, the stirring in her to know her dreams, and to know herself as not just a dreamer, but a dreamer of truth. “Maybe, maybe I dreamed you to my home planet. Did you dream me?” she asked playfully.

“Of course, like I need another apprentice who is full of questions!” He laughed and, unlike him, he tossed her curls.

Mahoot grinned. She thought of her study with her teacher. What am I here to dream? she wondered. How do I consciously dream a better dream? She asked herself.

Paying attention to her dreams helped. She remembered and wrote down many of her dreams after she woke up. Some of her dreams were strange combinations of her home planet and her present planet that she was living on. Whenever she missed her sister Yahoot too much, she dreamt of her and they played together on their home planet, doing much of what they did when they were younger. As the years went by, the dreams of her sister were infrequent and she forgot the details of her face. Tonight was the night that a most shocking and potent dream of her sister would occur, and she would remember every detail of it.

She woke up at 3:45 a.m. and immediately sat up. She could smell the smell of her sister in the room. She smelled of her home world—a smell that was like sage and rosemary. She turned on her light, half expecting, half hoping that her sister would be in her room. Only her smell lingered, but the dream was vivid. Her sister was in a forest that was like her home planet, with the massive spiral trees that spun up to the skies, but there were also elements of this Earth planet—vegetation that only existed here. Yahoot called out to her, “Sister, Mahoot, I am here.” She followed her sister’s voice and they hugged each other under the fern trees.

“Sister, we are dreaming this place together. That is why it has elements of both of our home, our worlds.”

“Yes, you know about dreaming, too?” Mahoot shook her head, yes.

“Yes, I have been practicing what Yakataboof has been showing me.”

“How everyone is dreaming everything that will happen?” asked Mahoot.

“Yes, I have practiced dreaming for a long time now and I know how to consciously dream.”

“You can set up an intention and manifest it?”

“Yes, I can but I am often surprised how creative dreaming is, even with conscious intention! I have been trying to see you in this way but haven’t had the success I wanted. I followed every procedure, kept my intention strong and held you in my heart.”

“Yahoot, I was thinking of you and was sad I was forgetting the details of your face.”

Yahoot smiled. “Perhaps that is the missing ingredient that Yakataboof was referring to. Our hearts were calling each other.”

Mahoot caressed Yahoot’s face, her sister was surprised at the affectionate gesture as it was usually her gesture. She held her sister’s hand and could feel her skin and bones, the warmth of their touch, even though this was a dream.

“I can feel your hand the same as if we were in the physical.”

“Yes, in conscious dreaming you can feel all the sensations, the senses, as if you were in the physical. In some ways they are even heightened.” The other sister explained.

Both smiled and heard each other’s thought—we are consciously dreaming together, they laughed out loud, excited that they could hear each other’s thoughts.

Yahoot showed her images telepathically of her life with Yakataboof. She saw that there was an affectionate element to it. Their study was coming along similar lines. Yahoot showed her that their home planet was stable. Mahoot showed Yahoot her life through the same telepathic process. Yahoot was shocked and thrilled at the differences between their home worlds. Yahoot could see that the differences were a bit overwhelming to her sister. She was also surprised that Mahoot was living an independent, self-sustaining life from Yakaboobis.

“Women in your world live independent lives?” she asked.

“Many do. Most, if not all, are expected to sustain themselves with outside work, even while having families.”

“Oh, your culture in your world is different, strange.”

“It is very crowded here, sustainability is always an issue. Very little sharing goes on. There is a hierarchy of wealth. Many are poor, few are wealthy and control the availability of the resources.”

This information shocked Yahoot. Their home world was sparsely populated and resources were abundant.

“Sister, I have something else to tell you. Yakataboof and I have three daughters. Again, telepathically Yahoot revealed the faces of her three daughters. They resembled their parents. The oldest, Samada, was 8, the middle daughter, Aman, was 6, and the youngest, still a baby, was named Makara.

“Three children, three daughters?” Mahoot was shocked—that was the life she had wanted to have.

Yahoot spoke, “Sister, I am learning much from my husband Yakataboof.”

Mahoot spoke back, “I too am learning much from Yakaboobis.”

“Do you think Yakataboof and Yakaboobis communicate with each other like we are doing now?”

Both sisters laughed, “Perhaps, our teachers are still beyond our understanding. I wouldn’t be surprised if their dreaming is beyond our understanding or imagination at this time.”

“Yes, Yakataboof has been trying to instruct me about what he calls ‘Enlightenment”. I can’t make sense of any of it yet. It is a big understanding that occurs when you wake up from all the dreaming.”

This teaching was new to Mahoot. Waking up from all dreaming? Why would someone want to? What is beyond dreaming? She wondered. I must ask Yakaboobis about Enlightenment. Mahoot reread her account of her dream time experience with her sister Yahoot. To be with her sister again made her heart ache more. She missed her more, not less. I must learn now to consciously dream as well, so we can be with each other whenever we want to, whenever we need to. Her ache, her need fueled her practice of consciously dreaming.

Mahoot called her teacher, Yakaboobis, to tell him of her shared conscious dream with her sister Yahoot. He didn’t respond to her first or second attempt and two days later, she tried again. She felt his absence and wondered where he was, so she called the caretaker of his property.