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Originally Posted by snowflake  If life is a dream (the dream of form like Eckhart Tolle says), then who is dreaming? |
Dreams are arising but who is the dreamer? Things are being done, but who is the doer? Thoughts are being thought, but who is the thinker? Choices are being made, but who is the chooser?
The biggest and most fundamental assumption is that there is "someone" dreaming/doing/thinking/choosing. There is no one here!
This is what asking "Who am I?" shows us.
Not that we find the self who is doing all this, but that there is no one here. Nothingness. Emptiness. The unmanifest.
It's all just a play of form and formlessness arising within awareness.
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Originally Posted by snowflake When I'm asleep and dreaming, the people in my dreams aren't real. |
Yeah, this is a fascinating thing about the way the mind works. It, for whatever reason, thinks that physical reality is more real than the imagination, than day dreams, than night dreams, than astral projection, than visualization, and so on.
It's amazing... a beautiful dream of one dream being more real than another.
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Originally Posted by snowflake They exist only because I'm dreaming about them. So as the observer of my reality, does this mean that the people in my life and the people I see all around me are just manifestations of my observation? But then does that mean that I'm alone and dreaming all of this? Are you all part of my imagination? |
That's it! The whole world is but shape, color, and sound overlaid upon the empty screen of consciousness.
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Originally Posted by snowflake But if we all exist and all see reality through our own eyes, then are we all in each other's dream or is there just one dreamer? If reality is created by each observer, then how is it possible that two or more people can look at something and see the exact same thing, like a pink flower for example? |
Somehow, awareness has this ability to become aware of itself through an infinite number of angles.
There is one awareness. Ultimately one eye. One ultimate I.
Like one infinite observer peering through the eyes of billions of humans. One seeing.
How this happens mechanically, I really don't know yet. This mind hasn't yet caught up to what is being clearly seen, and that is okay. Not sure if it ever will or if it even needs to.
It's kinda like knowing gravity exists and having it be utterly obvious, yet not yet having the full mental understanding of the science behind mass and gravity.
All I can tell you is that it just works this way. There is only One observer, despite appearances.
"The eye through which I see God is the same eye through which God sees me." -Meister Eckhart
This quote makes me smile.
It's SO bang on...
An infinite number of dreams with one infinite awareness. It's all the One playing with itself, in the biggest game of masturbation ever. It's all the One looking at itself, in the ultimate case of narcissism ever.
LOL... I love this game!