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The Divine Plan

I am writing this November 4, 2010 from memory, as it is deeply etched in my heart, it is part of me. This dream took place when we lived in Nicholson, Georgia, shortly after Lilly and I got married in 1993.

In the dream I was in a giant playhouse, on the stage, with a giant curtain, and lots of seats going back, row after row after row. It was completely dark in the theater. All the seats were empty. There was just enough light inside to see that all seats were empty and to trace the lines of the walls and balconies, and the interior architecture with my eyes. But as soon as I saw the empty seats, I turned and faced the curtain. There was light coming from behind the curtain, but it didn’t come under, or through a gap in the curtains, it came through very softly as a warm reddish light, like when a kid puts a flashlight in his mouth at night, and the cheek wall (membrane) gets red and bright.

I approached the curtain. It was extremely thick, and looking up I saw it rise about 20 feet to the ceiling, I looked down and it was somehow fastened to the stage, I looked to both sides and it seems to be fastened to stage right and stage left, and I couldn’t see or find a parting in the curtain, there was no way to get to the other side. Yet, I saw a dim red light coming through, and reaching out my right hand I – felt – the curtain. It felt like a living membrane, not like a cloth or fabric. When I reached out and touched it, I realized I could make a way – through – this membrane and I started to push and with the palm of my right hand rub and rub, and rub until the membrane became thin. I kept rubbing in a circular motion, and it made a small hole in the curtain, about the size of a dime. When I realized that I had made a hole, I pulled my hand back from the curtain. As the curtain came toward me a little the hole got slightly larger, like the size of a quarter. Light was issuing forth from the hole which was at about the same height as my belly-button. I took a half step backwards, then bent forward to look through the hole into that light, and what I saw was not light at all.

What I beheld was what I now call the Light-of-God, or “Nur-e-Allah” as expressed in Sufism, and it is not “light” but the living essence of the Reality of God in the Impersonal aspect, formless infinite God as the Living Light of Truth. That experience, my darshan of that Divine Light, was simultaneously blissful and agonizing, and the experience filled me, slowly, with greater and greater amounts of bliss, then more agony, and then more bliss, alternating up and up, filling me up and up, until I felt I was going to “drop my body” (die). The only way I can accurately describe the experience is that in tiny increments, bliss rose in me, then agony, then bliss, to keep me carefully balanced as it rose higher and higher. By rose, I mean filled up, greater amounts of Bliss in me, with agony balancing it out.

At that point, I started to repeat Meher Baba’s name, as I wished to die with his name on my lips. As soon as I started to repeat his name, I began to discern the Divine Plan, written within the light of God itself. That Plan assured me, on many levels, that “there is nothing to worry about.” Most assuredly, it is all being “taken care of”- everything. We are meant to be happy and not worry over the world. At that point when the light had filled me, and the Divine Plan was clear, and my repeating of Meher Baba’s name was continuous I woke up in my bed in Nicholson (near Athens, GA).

My wife, Lilly, was sound asleep next to me in my bed. I felt tremendous energy moving through my body. It was moving from my crown chakra slowly down towards my feet. When it reached my feet, like a professional swimmer, it did a special turn, and then gracefully moved back up towards my head, this went on for some time. While I lay experiencing this energy, the thought came – get up and write down the Divine Plan that you read in the light. Then another thought came – no, let it be, it is all within me, and if I try to move out of bed in my current state, I may in fact drop this form!

Right at that moment, Lilly turned over in the bed, and talked in her sleep: “The first fruits of the Garden are supposed to be given to God.” And then she turned back the other way and started to snore. There was no way she could have known anything I was experiencing, because I was not speaking at all, just being.

The next day I asked her, and she had no memory of speaking in her sleep.

COMMENTARY:

Xia: “All is taken care of, be happy, give yourself first to God,” a perfect summary of  not only Laurent’s dream, but a sentiment he also strongly reinforces in my life.

Laurent: This was my first and last experience of its kind wherein I experienced the impersonal formless infinite light of God. It remains ineffable and divinely alive, and contains Infinite Knowledge and Infinite Bliss. There is nothing more I can say. Om

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.