The way dreams come true
Trip Start Oct 30, 2007
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I've been daydreaming about experiences I'd love to manifest for myself. Living somewhere on the beach, learning and teaching yoga as a way of life, in a community of beings who are both humble teachers as well as eager students, has been a repeated vision. As I chose to manifest in this direction I've been spending time gathering details to how this would be and feel. In my dream I live among people who are seeing the joy in choosing to be joyous. All the teachers in the community teach out of love and accept only donations. All the students pay the teachers out of pure appreciation and gratitude.
Recently, every time I tried to figure out more details into the dream I got "blocked". I guess I needed to arrive here in order get the next "clue".
After four months in Koh Phangan, I finally made it to Haad Tien to visit my dear friend Dariush (whose presence always calms me) and his new beautiful girlfriend Sithia. What I found here was beyond expectations; a beach community of a different kind, with many aware people that have seemed to remind me of the abundant, safe, and equal nature of this life experience. The common goal here, it seems, is to reach for a better feeling space and see the joy in this existence as much as possible. I can definitely add these details to my dreams, yippee!
. . . Or is this place my dream already manifesting itself here into reality? mmm.
Choices, choices and attachments flared up in my mind in face of this new possibility ("What about Morocco?", "There is no sunsets view from this beach", "I have enough choices, why add another?", "Why not Peru and Bolivia?", "Would I ever want to live in Israel?"). So I calm myself by remembering to breathe and enjoy the present moment. My dreams are unfolding beautifully, I remind myself.
This morning I taught a yoga class at the Sanctuary. Somehow, for three days, I am substituting the 8 a.m. instructor, (otherwise known as Ruth King, a beautiful goddess of love and generosity). Teaching the class gave me a glimpse into my dream of how it would be teaching yoga in such beach community, living with beings who are both humble teachers and eager students. It was really beautiful experience. I was loving the occasional letting go of the "I" throughout the experience. Joy.
As I gather experiences and proofs that my dreams are possible I have made a choice to embark on an experience that intrigues me very much. According to some knowledge, a certain sun gazing system, where you gaze at the sun daily either during the first hour of sunrise or the last hour before sunset, grants the practitioner some incredible gifts. As someone whose experience and appreciation of the sun has grown significantly in the past few years, I sense that there might be truth to the promises. So much so that I'm drawn to try it out.
The practice begins with gazing at the sun (during the times I mentioned above) for a maximum of 10 seconds on the first day. Then, with every day, adding 10 seconds to the total amount of gazing. Sadly, there are no sunsets on this side of the island, and apparently I'm too lazy right now to get up at 5am and trek 10 minutes in the darkness to the beach, wait for the sun to come up only for ten seconds of sun gazing ("And then track back up my bungalow so that I continue sleeping? Oh, the bother!"). I must try this at least once just for the fun of it. Maybe tomorrow morning.
. . . Or maybe I'll wait to gaze at sunsets in Israel, as I think they are truly beautiful there.
Note to self: "When in doubt, breathe!