I can not find the dream journal... Many years ago I dreamt I was roaming around as formless awareness. I was honed in on a group of monks meditating alongside a mountain. It was dark, above these warriors was a pulsing dark blue light. The chant was, "AYA" in a most victorious and resounding verberation.
Last night, deep in meditation, I began chanting Lord Ramas mantra gifted by Swami V. Each word was a continuous and blissful chill along my spine. I decided to close my eyes and hone in on the word AYA. I continually repeated Aya in the dark. Each strike triggered an even more intense wave of beautiful comforting tingles up and down my spine. I am getting closer to something... I long to know you Aya...
