dreaming of buddhism
I am watching the spread of Buddhism, from its birth in India spanning continents. I watch as the truth is filtered through the beliefs, cultural traditions, festivals and character of the people. I watch an ornate hindu celebration merging with Buddhist philosophy and the many changes and alterations as Buddha's teachings spread and filter through China, Japan and Tibet. Changing as it expresses through the culture, beliefs, thoughts, ideas, traditions, needs and expectations of the people and time. The dream is very colorful, intimate and beautiful. The truth remains true. I have traveled back in time and I am sitting in an audience listening to Paramahansa Yogananda give a talk. I know I have traveled through time. Shane is there too, but it is Shane and not Shane at the same time. We both hold papers that tell us who we are pretending to be. I am Paramahansa's wife (yes I know he wasn't married) and Shane is a high priest. I realize this is a great honor. I