Story 3 - A Dream About Love.
I leaned back and 'drank' it all in. Her
beautiful dream was about a world akin to a spiritual Eldorado, but it was real as far as I could tell.
It was obviously an image of her discoveries in scientific research. It also seemed to be something incredibly daring
for her to commit to, and yet, it was also the safest position from a scientific standpoint. She said that once the commitment was made
in her dream, by the villagers to enrich one another's life, individual safety would be assured as a matter of
that principle, or still higher principles built on that principle. The code of
honor that she spoke of, became essentially a commitment to that higher
principle, a commitment to integrity, without which the lower principle cannot
be implemented. Yes, I loved her beautiful dream. It was a scientific dream.
I said to Erica that this was an incredibly beautiful
dream because of those higher dimensions, and I agreed that these higher
dimensions cannot be found in the animal world, but are uniquely human. I
suggested that we should celebrate all those higher dimensions in which our
humanity is defined.
She smiled and continued her story. "The villagers
did that. They were bound together by this code of honor," she said. "I found it reflected in many small ways, but also in profound happenings, especially their sexual sharing of one another. On many occasions, before their sexual needs were satisfied the individual partners conducted a private ritual in which they exchanged gifts. These were gifts of food, or gifts they made for each other, useful items to honor one another and
to honor the unfolding bond. No formal system appeared to have been set up to assure fairness in this complex interrelationship of the people, nor did it appear that
such a formal system was needed as no one was left out in the cold, wanting."
"How else could it work?" was my reaction. "Who would administer a formal system? Who would choose for another? Would it be the one who honors the others the most? In this case one would attempt to quantify the absolute by which its principle becomes ignored."
"This is also the foundation for drawing a line in the sand, as we have done," Erica replied.
"How did the people in your dream deal with situations of conflicting desires and conflicting needs?" I asked.
"As in the case of you inviting me to your room, and me saying that I
can't, or the other way around? In such a case one has to dig deeper to the principle involved in enriching one another's experience. If
the process involves causing another harm, then it won't reflect the principle of enriching one another's life, will it? Unfortunately, not all cases are as clear cut as this. That's when we are prone to make mistakes and are tormented by the outcome. That's also when we need one another's support the most. Doors can open in surprising ways, Peter, sometimes by way of a long detour. In my dreams I only saw the end results. I couldn't even imagine what might have led up to some of what I have witnessed. Dreams tend to be that way. Unfortunately, the details are no longer as clear in my memory as they were. I do remember, however, that the details were all extraordinary. This aspect may have been the only real element in the dream, because meeting a deeply seated human need, when we manage to actually do this, can be extraordinarily beautiful."
"Was this the effect on the village in your dream? Where the founders expectations realized? Did the village prosper?"
She nodded and smiled as if this was an answer in itself. "In its closely knit environment the village was constructed into a virtual
paradise," she said. "Everyone was committed to the building for the good that they all shared. The hillsides had been terraced into gardens which the whole village cared for. Silt, that accumulated where the river had widened its course across the valley was dredged up and used as soil. Some of their food plants had been found at the edge of the river. Apparently the plants had been uprooted by upstream flooding. This bounty became their planting stock. Obviously they all shared in the harvest. The entire village economy appeared to operate on the platform of honor and integrity that everyone had become committed to. Evidently, the village was maintained that way.
"When the temple reappeared in my dream I understood its significance, and why my earlier question couldn't be answered. The villagers had built the temple as a monument to the commitment on which their forbearers' existence had depended, which they still understood and were committed to. I saw the temple being used as a meeting place for village events, as well as for quiet contemplation. The temple had no walls, only a delicately crafted roof supported by carved pillars. Without walls, it was open on all sides from where one could behold the beauty of the gardens that surrounded it, and the river below. While I pondered in the temple to fully comprehend
its significance, I awoke."