BABA DREAMS
Mani S. Irani
What are dreams that we see when we are
asleep? Beloved Avatar
Meher Baba
tells us that all of life itself which we experience
as being real is only a dream. So a dream that we
experience while in sleep state is nothing more than
a dream-within-a-dream.
In His All-knowingness, the Beloved gives us this
divine truth. But when translated into the language
of a lover's intense longing for a glimpse of the
Beloved, a dream presence is very real indeed.
Baba-dreams do not belong to the dreamer, but to the
compassionate Dream Giver who lets His loved ones
have a sight of Him when necessary even in a
dream-within-a-dream.
Someone asked Baba whether dreams in which He
appears are not different from other dreams. Baba
nodded empathically, "Yes, they are," and explained
that dreams of Him are of great significance because
of His Presence therein. Even illusion becomes
illumined and transformed when the light of His
Presence touches it.
I am reminded of the times when I have stood on our
little verandah at Meherazad and watched the morning
sun strike a dull bush growing near by. Suddenly the
bush would be enlivened with myriad points of light
which were not there before thestand at touched it!
The dream that I have chosen as the first one here,
shows how real a Baba-dream can be -- so real that
it rolls on without a break into the dreamer's awake
state.
Mani Meherazad May 1996
DIVINE DOORKEEPER
I dreamt I was standing outside in Mehera's
garden at Meherazad. It was nearing sunset time, and
Baba had retired to His room. As I stood facing the
house and Mehera's porch, I had this huge surge of
longing within me to go see Baba and bow down at His
feet. When I could not hold back my longing anymore
I ran up the steps into the house, and turned
towards Baba's room. But there I was suddenly
stopped short by the sight of
Narayan Maharaj, one
of the five Perfect Masters, standing at the door of
Baba's room. He looked very young and full of light.
It was clear that He was the Doorkeeper to Baba's
room, and none could go in without His permission. I
looked at Him, rather startled. He smiled and
conveyed by a subtle nod that it was all right for
me to go in.
I hurried in. Baba was seated on His bed with His
feet
resting on a little cushion. Filled with an
indescribable feeling of love and joy, I fell at His
feet. After a timeless period, wanting to look at
Baba, I started to lift up my head from His feet,
but was astonished to find that I could not do so!
Again and again I tried to raise my head but to no
avail. At last, rather concerned, I asked myself,
"Why can't I lift up my head?" And instantly the
answer was revealed: I could not lift up my head
from Beloved Baba's feet because my head was not on
His feet. Instead, Baba's feet were on my head! And
only when Baba had raised His feet was I able to
raise my head.
In the morning when I woke up, I found that I had a
horrible
stiff neck, but didn't
connect it to my dream. Not until tea time in the
Trust Office, when one of my companions who had
heard me recount the dream, exclaimed, "Of course
the stiff neck is the result of all the tugging your
head did at Baba's feet in your dream last night!"
DREAMING OF THE BELOVED, pp. viii, ix, 1-2
Copyright 1998 AMBPPCT
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