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Last night I was lucid dreaming, and as usual I was flying several hundred feet above a beautiful alpine valley somewhere in the Himalayas. Up ahead was what looked to be Mount Kailash, and I tried to fly high enough to reach the summit, but the higher I flew the more cold and windy it became and it took more and more effort to remain aloft, and as I grew tired I began slowly to descend as I circled the base of the mountain.

I landed near a small river flowing through a secluded forest next to a large tent with a half-closed eye painted on the canvas. From the opening of the tent came a bright light. I stepped inside and encountered a holy man seated in padmasana, with matted hair, his body covered in ashes, and holding a pipe the smoke of which swirled onto the floor and turned into a stream of water that flowed out through the door. Around the walls of the tent were interesting pieces of art and sculpture, and other items that were unfamiliar to me. I asked him, “O Holy One, I concentrate on the sacred words, meditate two hours every day, practice the asanas and am an expert in pranayama, yet I cannot fly high enough to attain the top of the mountain. What must I do to reach the summit?”

The devotee answered, “You must realize that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration – that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There’s no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we’re the imagination of ourselves.”

“Also”, he said, “the weather is very bad for flying”.

I said to him, “This sounds familiar, like I have heard this before.” And then I asked him, “Master, would you come to AgoraFest and teach us more of your wisdom?” He said, “Yes, I can do that, but perhaps I should manifest on a lower plane, so more of your attendees can actually see me. And, I’ll bring a few things to trade that I have here in the tent, that might help you and your friends achieve greater heights.” I wanted to ask him more questions, but before I could he rapidly became less and less distinct and finally faded completely away, and then I woke up.

I hope that the holy man comes to AgoraFest in his tent with the third eye, as I have many more questions for him. If you see him or his tent, please let me know, ok?

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