Yesterday I read an account of a great non-dualistic saint of India, Ramana Maharshi, and I want to recommend him to you. After reading his life and the devotee's experiences of him, all I did was kill my hand and place it on his picture on the monitor, and say, "I Love you." I told the friend that gave me his site I would pray to the saint, but I did little of that, just thought about him with love. Oh wonder of God, he appeared to me in my dream last night and blessed me! He came to me rather taller and darker than what he really was (his skin was gold in real life, but in my dream he was dark. This represents the mystery of his place in infinity, which is darkness to mortals.) He had that same startled, super-focused look he has in his images, and quite handsome. He had his hands folded sort of on his lap, but extended outward, with long fingers. I put my hands on top of his, and affectionately said,

"What to you is a perfect day?"

He looked all around me, at my life and work. Next, he had my father and myself in a vehicle, Dad and I sitting in the back, Dad behind him. He was going to take us as we needed a ride, a way. He said he'd take us to the bus (Greyhound) that takes us to New York City. I was wondering if he'd drive us himself, all the way to the city, but it seemed the bus was enough.

MEANING OF DREAM

There are two central themes and clues in the dream. One is the hands and what I ask him, and two, he has a vehicle where he is taking myself and Dad to where we need to go. The hands are in "prayer mode" like that ultra-famous image of Durer's "praying hands," but the hands are young and dark. This saint died young. He never thought about his body and could have lived longer, but he went back to God at 54. In touching his hands, I touch his love. It is like touching a place of nourishment or electricity, like a wellspring or a link. I linked with his love when I said, "I love you!"

Then, he is taking me somewhere. Where? I spoke to him the word "perfect." He is taking me there. He has a vehicle - a power - to transport me to an easier place of meditation, so I can be in the Self or Atman (non-dualism) more readily. (I do admit that the cares and distractions of the world are keeping me hopping and jumping rather than always peaceful, calm and blissful.) This place of perfection, of Nirvana, Samadhi and Peace, is represented by New York City. Why? It seems there would be less peace there than anywhere, but it represents "success." It is a successful city! It is one of the main centers of the world. There is another step, though, the bus. Since it is "greyhound" I suspect it is the mind. Grey means mind and hound means sense. So I must go, with my mind and sense, to the non-dualistic place of peace and Nirvana. I must cooperate with the grace of this saint.

Why is my Dad in the back seat with me? (My Dad has been in Heaven since 1982) It could be that I have sorrow concerning my Dad's neglect of me, and that this sorrow needs to be healed. By leaving my body (I am the spirit, not the body) I will leave this pain, which perhaps dogs me at times. (We carry things like that on and on, and they come back to rob us of our peace.) If any of you would like to check out this saint, please go to:

http://www.cosmicharmony.com/Sp/Ramana/Ramana.htm

I thank Harvey Erickson for the link.