Breaking New Ground

From: Laurent (Personal)
To: Don E. Stevens
Cc: Cynthia Barrientos
Sent: Wednesday, January 6, 2010 6:19 (PST)
Subject: Baba Dream Last Night

MBBB, Don,

I tried to call you this morning in London, but four times it was busy, so I write…

I am rushing to get Aspen to school and then Cyprus to school, Lilly is ill with stomach flu, but had to write this to you….

Last night an important dream, I feel. We were surrounding an individual who was laying on a bed of some type. The intention of the group was to help the individual move towards Baba (towards the One). We (the group) were saying Meher Baba’s name, nothing else, over and over…

I believe I said “Meher Baba… Meher Baba… Meher Baba…” while others may have said, “Baba” or “Avatar Meher Baba” I can’t remember, because I was immersed in my own repeating (with love) Beloved Baba’s name. It worked, gradually, and then suddenly an overwhelming Bliss came over me (I don’t know what the others in the group felt). The individual did move closer to Baba, very very close.

That individual also repeated Baba’s name, If I remember right, and by the end of the dream, they also dropped the body. In the dream it seemed like new ground was being broken spiritually. The bliss carried over into my wake state in the middle of the night when I woke. I went back to bed. I don’t know what this means.

Did the 2004 Beads Pilgrims say Meher Baba’s name at the Samadhi at Meherabad? Let’s discuss some time please?

Love always, your LB,

Laurent

COMMENTARY:

Xia: On the day I input this dream, as is often the case, similar subjects wove into my life.  Earlier in the day I enjoyed a wonderful conversation with a dear friend on sound’s power of creation.  In the course of that conversation she taught me “The great utterance and call to creation” ~ Om Bhur Bhuvah Svaha ~ which she described as the mantra of Spiritual Light, facilitating supreme movement toward the Truth of Oneness.  Just a few hours later I read Laurent’s dream and commentary.  Om.

Laurent: I had totally and completely forgotten about this dream. So much so that I checked my email record to see if I got any response from Don about it. He did respond the next day (1/7/2010), but simply said:

Dear Laurent: I am not sure what may have been recited at Baba’s tomb as it was not possible to have a group visit so different people went alone when they could manage to get in. … Will look forward to discussing when we are together one of these days I hope. Love, Don

But we never did discuss this dream. All I can say today is that I believe we as a New Humanity will be extremely creative about helping each other move closer to the Truth of Oneness. May it be so.

Advertisements

Baba in Western Attire

December 12, 2007

This morning (or last night), I had a dream about Baba.

He and I were together, he was younger, wearing western clothing (as in from the West) and suspenders I think. There is a photo that I remember that looks similar to what I saw him wearing. (See here.)

In any case it was great, and I believe we discussed the world drug problem and other things.

Love in Him,

Laurent

COMMENTARY:

Xia: I like this because I feel the energy of it suggests that Baba clothes himself in a compassionate concern for the Whole of the world.

Laurent: While I was not able to find the image that I wanted to share, the feeling of the dream was that Baba was so vibrant and alive, and interested in the problems of the world, and working hard, especially in the West.

How Baba Works

Lilly, Aspen, Cyprus and I went to Stinson Beach, California in December 2006 for a break.

There, in a motel room, at 2am, I had this dream:

I was living in a house I have never seen. It was like a shoe-box shape, with a door in one corner, and maybe two windows, totally minimalist, drab and dull. The house had a front porch made of stone/concrete, not wide, maybe 4 feet wide, and running the whole length of the front of the house. Then the porch dropped off straight down to a river flowing in front of the house. I was restless, pacing, going into and out of my home. Lilly, Aspen and Cyprus were all inside. Cyprus was about 5 or 6 years old in the dream. I was waiting by the door for what I knew was coming down the river, that is why I was restless… Then I saw them, boats, about twenty boats, each a little smaller than a car. Each boat had a driver, and I knew they were divine agents. The driver of one boat came towards my house as they came down the river, and she pulled the boat along side my house, without stopping.

I saw that written on the boat was this:

“Laurent ____”

But I didn’t understand the line.

I jumped into the boat and started yelling, “Lilly, Aspen, Cyprus, come quickly, come …” then they all ran out of the house and jumped and landed in the boat. The driver took out a marker and wrote over the line “+3” so it became, “Laurent +3” and we kept moving with the rest of the boats until all the boats had all the passengers.

Then we came ashore on a beach. Our driver started to speak to me. She said that we were being taken to Baba, and that there was a special spiritual meeting he had arranged, and that was the purpose of our journey. She said it was important, and she instructed us that we cannot be involved with any vices during this meeting and after, and Baba would explain to us in detail during the gathering. In the dream, at that moment Lilly had decided to smoke a cigarette (she NEVER smokes).

I turned to Lilly and told her what the agent had said, and she immediately put out the cigarette.

[Margin note: As I edit this dream for sharing with you, the song “Mad World” by Tears for Fears, sung by Gary Jules came on Pandora. – LW ]

Then we went in to a building, also boring and drab and unremarkable. Meher Baba was there and welcomed us all. He was very very old (older than any photo) and he was extremely happy and light. He was serious also, about the importance of the spiritual work, and the message he wanted to deliver to us there. His ability to be both light and serious simultaneously was remarkable to me – so joyous and yet on-task.

Anyway, my old friend Mark Vincent was there as well (I don’t think he was on any of the boats), he is a Hollywood actor now (Vin Diesel), and Baba asked him to explain to us all the core message for the meeting. So Mark first turned and thanked me for bringing him into this gathering, and then obeyed Baba by explaining all that Baba had instructed him to explain.

The gist of it was this: For the next ten short cycles there is intensely important spiritual work that Baba has planned to do in the world. The importance of the work could not be underestimated, and so Baba wanted us to participate in this work by not indulging in any vices during that period. Vices were tobacco, alcohol, gambling, etc. Coffee did not seem to be a factor.

Anyway, Baba intended to do this work in rapid succession, and I can only translate a “short cycle” now after the dream as about a week, but in any case it seemed as if the work would be finished by Spring 2007. So, in the dream I said to Baba, something like, “Baba, then I will give up drinking any alcohol during this period of your work…” and Baba reached over from where he was sitting with us, and stroked my face. Where he touched my face, my skin became so soft. Like his touch itself was transforming me.

Then when Baba was satisfied with what was shared, we sort of relaxed a bit. I sat with Baba at a kitchen table, next to the kitchen, and we spoke some more. Baba had with him an assistant (not my boat driver, someone else). She was there to help Baba with whatever he asked, and he had her working on something in the kitchen. When I saw Baba interact with her, I suddenly got a realization that she was an angel, and I saw deeply into what it means to be an angel:

I saw Meher Baba extending himself through her, as it were. That she alone was only Him moving through her to get more of God’s work done. It was remarkable. I knew. I looked up at Baba with this knowing, and he confirmed for me, with his expression that he knew I knew.

Then Baba’s Beloved, Mehera, came into the room. I spoke with her. While I was speaking with her, Lilly came over to me, and wanted me to ask Mehera a question. So I asked Mehera the question for Lilly.

Mehera’s response was that for the answer, Lilly would have to ask Sedna. Then Sedna came into the gathering. Sedna was very serious (not light at all), and had long dark hair in a braid, and a long face. Lilly and Sedna began to speak, and I went back to my conversation with Mehera.

The last thing I can remember is that Mehera very clearly told me that right now it is a very difficult phase of her relationship with Baba. A lot of struggle it seemed. I was surprised, because I guess I thought that all struggle was over for Mehera, but she seemed to indicate it was a bit of a crisis moment.

I am still processing the above, however when I woke up (and wrote it all down) I made a conscious deal with Baba in the wake state to live up to my dream promise. I haven’t had any alcohol since that dream. That was in mid-December.

COMMENTARY:

Xia: This was the first dream Laurent ever shared with me.  From the divine agents gathering passengers in boats, to Baba explaining the spiritual work to be done, to Laurent’s revelation about the angels – I feel like the dream as a whole is a beautiful demonstration of how Baba “gets God’s Work done”.

Laurent: I must have written this dream down shortly afterwords. I remember that by the late Spring 2007 I was teaching Java at Pen State University in State College, Pennsylvania. One night, after class, a large group of the students and friends, and I all went out to dinner and drinks, and one of my students, Lisa brought me a beer from the bar. I remember asking Meher Baba (internally) if it was okay to have the beer, and got an internal okay, that the work mentioned in the dream was done.

The Blue Glass Windchime

I had a dream (in 2006, but before December).

I was with Meher Baba.

He was standing behind a relatively large display case, made of glass, like what you would use to display jewelry or antique collectables, or something. He could reach into it from behind the case, where he stood. I could also reach into it from my side, in front. The top and sides were glass. Inside the case were nothing but photos of Baba.

I was looking at all these amazing photos, they were so nicely done, and I believe laminated for protection. Lovely. Baba looked so proud and happy to be manning this case. He indicated that I can have whichever photo I want.  I thought — wow, here I am and Baba will allow me to have any photo… Then I thought — but Baba is here… so I said, “Baba, I love all these photos, but I would like you to choose the photo for me.” And then I added this after, “But Baba, I would like the photo to represent CHANGE.”

Baba looked surprised, and then got a mischievous look, and instead of reaching into the case, he bent down low, and came up from behind the case with a beautiful blue glass windchime, and handed it over the top of the case to me as a gift. He was so pleased with his surprise gift, and I was stunned and so happy. I woke up. Lilly heard this dream from me, and for Christmas found a beautiful blue windchime and gave it to me as a gift. Now I have one. I am still processing this.

COMMENTARY:

Xia: Could there be a better symbol of change than a windchime?

Laurent: I photographed the wind-chime and the Star of David I attached to the bottom of it, for my book Celebrating Divine Presence. That photo is above.

Baba Calls out to Himself

I had a dream (After September 2006).

I had been thinking — I wonder why, when I dream of Baba, he never seems to be in the place where I currently live, it is always related to some past place I have been or lived. Then I had a dream of Baba, where I was in the living room of the home I just moved to here in Flagstaff (where Cyprus was born in August) …

I was in the living room, and there is a small set of steps UP to a hallway, and the end of the hallway is a door, and that door is to my bedroom (this is the layout of our home, actually and in the dream, the same).

Meher Baba came out of my bed room, and started to come down the stairs to the living room. But he was ill, and shaky, and tired, and old. I got up and went over to Baba. He was not well enough to be in the living room, and needed to rest. We exchanged a few words, and he agreed he should go back and rest. He turned and started to climb the stairs to go back up to the bedroom at the end of the hall, but he lost his balance, and was about to fall over. He called out loud, “Help me Baba!” And instantly recovered his balance. He got up all the steps, went down the hall and disappeared into my bedroom to rest.

I loved Baba so much more when I heard Him call out to Himself for help.

I can’t explain it, but something cracked in me. I am still processing this.

COMMENTARY:

Xia: Other than to support Laurent’s comment, and feel intrigued, I feel I do not understand enough to say more.

Laurent: Sometimes I feel dreams, or experiences of any kind, are like a sort of spiritual adjustment (like a chiropractic adjustment). This dream was like a love-adjustment for me from Baba.

Mashuq

1:48 AM, Monday, October 11, 2004
At my apartment in Westbeth
55 Bethune Street, Manhattan

I just woke up from a dream.

I was with Meher Baba, he was a young man, and exceedingly handsome, beautiful.  (Such as seen here.)

We were at the home of an Indian woman disciple of his. She had a dog. It was night time and the woman had shown us the guest room we were to stay in that night to sleep.

Baba liked the room and got into the bed. Baba’s bed was against the wall, in the corner of the room, to the right as you enter. My bed was lower than Baba’s (maybe on the floor even), and I remember my head was towards Baba’s feet. In other words, I was turned around so that where Baba’s feet were in his bed, my head was in my bed, if that makes sense. Also near the foot of my bed was a low sink for water, against the wall.

It was like this:The woman asked Baba, as she was leaving the room, (actually she made a statement) something like, “I should take the dog out of your room…” implying that Baba would be happier if the dog were not in the room. At that point the dog was already lying on the floor, very happy and comfortable. But, Baba said, “No, the dog can stay.”

I remember feeling and thinking – wow, Baba is so warm, and so loving when he just said the dog can stay… It melted me. Then suddenly, the dog just got up and left the room as our hostess was turning off the light and about to leave the room.

Then it was just Baba and me in the room.

I looked over at Baba’s bed. His body and head were completely under a sheet, top to bottom, he was quick to do what he wanted to do. But he had just been having this little conversation about the dog, so I asked, “Baba, are you still awake?” He responded, “yes.”

I said that I had a question. He said, “What is it?” in a compassionate but sort of waiting-to-hear-my-question-before-implying-that-he-would-be-interested-in-dealing-with-it-at-this-bed-time-hour kind of way. I knew I was pushing my luck a bit.

I said, “In Hafiz, there is this word in Persian, ‘Mashuq’… is there really such a word and what is the meaning of this word?” I knew a little about the meaning, but was not sure if it was being properly translated and it had a special importance to me with Baba. There was motion under the sheet, and then Baba appeared, and then he got out of bed, and sort of squatted by the foot of my bed, but over a sink that was there, so I was looking up at him.

He explained all about “mashuq,” and about other related words in Persian to me. I had remembered another Eastern disciple had used certain Persian words in my presence just the other day, different than mashuq but relevant, and asked if that was related, and Baba thoughtfully smiled and said “yes,” and we had more of a conversation about all that.

Then the scene shifted. I was still with Baba. It was very strange. Something I had written about my own spiritual experience was sort of embossed on a piece of metal, gray metal, and put up somewhere where it could be read by others. I had not known about this, but there it was, and I found myself reading it with Baba standing next to me and he also read it with me. In this writing, I had described some spiritual experience (don’t remember what it was now) except I remember that it included “tears,” that is I shared about my crying during the experience. Baba started to explain my own writing to me, saying in effect that this was not the real thing, that it was too much about my emotions.

The whole implication was a kind of a stark, but warmly loving, critique by Baba himself of what I had written. Nothing about the style – purely the content. The essence of what Baba started to say was that, while I had certainly written about something and had experienced something, it was not the real experience. Basically he implied, without saying it directly, that it was not worthy of being written about, certainly not worthy of this treatment, which someone had given it, of being embossed in metal!

I had no trouble understanding his message to me. It was unusual for me to be in this situation, then it seemed as if Baba was searching for what to say more about this to me, to help me, but he became silent. I could tell he wanted me to understand more deeply what the real experience was more like, or more about, but words were not helping. I trusted he would find a way to help me.

Internally I was not crushed, but this conversation had increased my longing for deeper understanding. I wanted more clarity. It was as if Baba had said – not this – but had not given me a, “but that,” yet. If that makes any sense at all.

Then we walked together, I followed Baba to another spot that He wanted to show me.  We approached very quietly a place, and as we were outside I could see there were a few people, maybe ten or twelve, all standing but only one saw us, I believe. The rest were totally absorbed in silent devotion, facing away from where we stood, and many had closed eyes. I don’t know what to say about it. I walked up to this place with Baba, but they were so absorbed that they didn’t even see Baba, they were facing something made of stone, kind of like a wall, but I don’t remember much about it…  It kind of had the feeling of people who are on the line to enter the Samadhi, and then they get to the Samadhi wall just before the door to the Samadhi, and they turn and face the wall and sometimes hold the wall, or put their head, or hand against the outer wall of the Samadhi, and just pray or become absorbed in love like that.

The Samadhi of Meher Baba, April 10, 2010, photo (c) by L. Weichberger.

It had that feeling of deep love, deep devotion (bhakti), deep longing.

I turned to ask Baba something I was formulating about – what was then my most real experience – meaning, if that other thing I had written was – not the thing – then what, of all the things I had experienced with him, was the most Real? At this point his comments to me had shaken something up, and felt I needed his help to get my bearings.

But, when I turned to Baba, and before I could ask my question out loud, I noticed that his eyes were closed and he was working with these people. They didn’t know he was right there, because they were focused away from him towards this stone-wall-type-area, and I was watching them, and then watching Baba who gestured to me with closed eyes, pointing to the people.

He pointed to them very gracefully, not with a long outstretched arm, but with a gentle, subtle, with arm-barely-raised-at-all motion which I took to mean, “This is not the time for more questions, I am working with them now.” I was deeply touched by the exchange of love between Baba and His own lovers in this way, and it was completely clear to me how pleased he was with their love.

I also took it to mean that this was at least the first part of Baba’s answer to me about what was important to Baba, not the crying, or weeping, or writing of experiences but this silent longing, which he now worked with in front of my very eyes. Even as I was formulating my next question, Baba was giving me the answer in the fact of this place and these people silent loving him. None of them approached Baba.

The scene shifted, as we walked away from the stone area, towards a work area. I was talking with Baba about the people I feel a strong connection with in India, as he seemed to have asked me about this …  I mentioned this one and that one, Dolly and Jal, were in my mind but I had to search for names, also Amrit and Dara came to mind, and others, including some westerners living in India, all of which I mentioned to Baba as names came to me.

Upper Meherabad, India, April 10, 2010. Photo (c) by L. Weichberger.

Then we got close to this kitchen work building, and other sort of partially sheltered areas, like roofed shelters with no walls, shaded, for eating or working outside. Heather Nadel was walking around there, and I was so happy to see her, as always. I went into one of the buildings, where I worked, and was thinking about my good fortune to have naturally fallen into a group of workers where I felt completely at home, it was like my little family, and we were so close, and it made me so happy to work with them and share my life with them this way. At this time, other workers were arriving in the area, as we had to prepare and serve a big meal together. I brought something outside to one of the shaded eating areas. It was getting busy.

L.W.

COMMENTARY:

Xia: This encourages me for I have long felt that my desire – my silent, burning longing – which intensely drives my Faith, should be given precedence above beliefs which shape my perception and possibly birth emotions which might be rather inaccurate, or vastly different, in a bigger picture.

Laurent: This is one of the most personal and profound dreams of Meher Baba I have ever had, and to me it spans the spectrum of what I am living with him, including the appearance of dearest Heather Nadel, who recently suffered the loss of her darling husband Erico, and much physical suffering. Honestly, I am still processing this dream and its deeper meaning which I believe is extremely profound, so I have no real comment now, except to say that the part where we walked to where the people were in worship (devotion) but didn’t see Baba, “because they were focused away from him towards this stone-wall-type-area, and I was watching them, and then watching Baba who gestured to me with closed eyes…” had a feeling almost identical to Baba’s Tomb (Samadhi) where his body is buried at Meherabad, but it was a ruin, it was just a partial structure not a building.

Baba in Work-Mode

Just before 3am on October 22, 2002

I had a dream.

I was with Meher Baba in a room. I think we were in India. The way I remember it now, we had journeyed and just arrived there. Baba’s beloved, Mehera, was in the room also, but no one else. Baba was at a desk, and had a phone on the desk, and he was in work-mode (such as seen here). I was sitting on a bench, facing Baba, as he sat behind his desk. Mehera stood behind Baba to his left. Further to her left was a door near the corner of the room, it was closed.

Don Stevens came into the room through this door, and handed Baba a

Don E. Stevens (July 2005) by Richard Griffin.

photocopy of the agenda of an upcoming important meeting. It was many pages, with one special page that had some image on it (I forget the detail of that image).

Don came over to me, handed me a copy of the same agenda, and then he left. He never spoke a word to any of us. Baba pushed a button on his phone and called his secretary, a woman, and he spoke over a speakerphone (intercom), hands free, and he asked her, while looking over the agenda, how many people (legally) he could have attend the meeting, both members and non-members of the board, etc.

In other words, it was to be a clearly very important meeting, and he wanted pack it with as many people as possible, but also be within the bounds of the law.

She explained to Baba who and how many could come. Baba hung up the phone, and wanted to go over the agenda with me and Mehera. But she had not been given a copy. She walked over to where I was sitting, sat down right next to me on my left, and told Baba (or asked) that she would just look along with me, and turned her head slightly to the right, towards the copy of the Agenda I was holding. Then I woke up.

 

COMMENTARY:

Xia: This reminds me that the Master was a tireless worker.  As I read the book Avatar by Jean Adriel I was often impressed by the sheer amount of managerial and organizational type of work Baba routinely performed.

Laurent: This was an unusual dream, as Baba was all work, no play (quite serious) and wanting to work by the rules. The only thing that comes to mind is that when I was a Caretaker at Meher Mount spiritual center (2005-2006), with my wife Lilly and daughter Aspen, I was responsible for the business side of the center. I met with center board members Margaret Magnus and Sam Ervin from time to time. Once, when we had to go over something important for the center business-wise, we only had a copy for Sam and for me, and Sam wanted to go over it with us both, and Margaret came and sat next to me and said to Sam, “I will look along with Laurent.” That reminded me of this dream.