TIPITAKA speaks of countless egg-shaped universes, similar to ours, hovering in infinity. They are huge and tiny at the same time. In esoteric cosmology, these worlds exist on the astral consciousness level. Some people never see dreams, while for others, those worlds open their doors and whisper into their ears stories, millions of years old either way along the time scale. Liana Davidyan, Director of AVRORACLINIC, is one of those seeing dreams.
I was walking along the embankment, sheltering under my umbrella from a drizzle out of coquetry rather than for fear of getting wet. At the pier, a group of passengers were disembarking upon the steps, polished to brilliance by cone-shaped rain drops, gesticulating away excitedly. I could not make out what they were saying. The wind and the rustle of the wet branches with young green foliage were carrying their words away. Two of them, elderly ladies, catching up with me, were exchanging their thoughts in romantic French,
‘I won’t go to Egypt. I see no sense in travelling along the Nile after as comfortable a boat trip as the one we’ve just taken along the Seine’. Struck by her logic and driven by curiosity, I stopped. Alas, I had no time to get a better view of the ladies.
My dreams are my parallel life. One of these fine days, I will choose a shady part of a sun-lit terrace with a sea view, open a thick notebook I’ve been filling since the age of 19, and start transferring stories granted me by the Universe from its pages into my laptop. It will be love and detective stories, family sagas, thrillers, serials, cloak-and-dagger turmoil, and science fiction about a Galaxy, the portal to which is on the bottom of a sea shell. They will also feature a Thais of Anthens’ contemporary, a witness of Daniel’s miraculous escape, a Perry Mason’s prototype, and many other still unidentified characters, likely to be found in a dusty book of archetypes.
I always see dreams. Taking an unbiased look, I realise it’s a sign of anxiety rather than complete relaxation and even a reason to worry about my health. Nevertheless, it’s only its first face.
The agglutination, happening while I’m in the arms of Morpheus, links the unlinkable and makes possible what is not only uncome-at-able but completely beyond imagination while I’m awake.
An enormous and multi-zone world of inosculating events, long gone and seemingly erased from generations’ memories, has left its traces in the collective unconscious.mHow and why it communicates with some of us via dreams, I know not. Nonetheless, without them, I would feel quite differently. Not only do dreams tell me stories. They also playback my life, helping me find solutions, taking away my psychological defenses, and giving me the feeling of absolute acceptance and freedom. And it’s not only about flying and teleporting in fractions of a second, even though it is too. The agglutination, happening while I’m in the arms of Morpheus, links he unlinkable and makes possible what is not only uncome-at-able but completely beyond imagination while I’m awake. In my sleep, I sometimes find answers. At other times, I get prompts. In dreams, all colours are brighter, emotions are more powerful, and life is busier and richer in events as it is a thousand lives at once. Dreams even help escape problems for a while. Meanwhile, no matter how anxious I might be to watch my absorbing vision to the end, I know its most vital element is waking up at the right moment.
