The Buddhas of New Zealand
For years I have been having dreams of a certain spirit-family of forty friends. They are creative, joyful, loving, and usually naked. In that dreams are expressions of oneself, the forty friends represent the spectrum of my optimal self functioning as one. A 1998 dream echoed this theme: The Self is a circle of friends.
I experience dreams and waking-life on one continuum, meaning that once my diverse inner-selves have calibrated to function as one, I will be ready to live amongst the family of forty friends in waking-life. Perhaps then the universe will bring us together in reflection of my inner-life.
In one dream, the forty friends were called “The Buddhas of New Zealand.” Being buddhas, the forty friends are perfectly self-aware. As such, they do not experience a need for romantic fulfillment. Men do not crave the balance of woman nor do women crave the power of man because each buddha is nourished from within by a harmony of balance & power. They receive life without craving it. The Buddhas of New Zealand are married to themselves, making marriage to another unnecessary and impossible.
For some people romantic love is the most cherished, transcendent, fulfilling, and available mystical experience one can have (without drugs). It is an experience of the complete soul. The reason romantic love does not last is that each person is responsible for the completeness of their own soul. A relationship can never substitute for the missing pieces inside oneself. Pieces of oneself, of one’s power & balance, will remain missing so long as one relies on a having a partner for fulfillment. From this perspective, marriage to another person cannot be more than a shadow of the most perfect marriage, which is to oneself. Moreover, children created through marriage are not more than a shadow of the divine creativity engendered in self-marriage.
Implicit in the creation of children is that their parents have not taken existential responsibility for themselves (as they may through self-marriage). A person integrated into adult life often has no means by which to take responsibility for their inner-child, so they take responsibility for external children. This would be a nobler act, were it less unintentional. People do not recognize that selfhood-or-marriage/parenthood constitutes a choice.
Recently, I was telling a friend about the Buddhas of New Zealand. He saw problems that could result from clothes-optional living, especially in terms of sex and relationship. However, norms that compromise sex, relationship and nudity do not apply to these people.
Generally, nudity in dreams corresponds to genuineness in waking-life. In 1998 – prior to being thrown together on a road trip with a group of born-again Haight-Ashbury street-kids – I dreamed of naked people with guns. Their nudity reflected the genuineness of the religious convictions of the street-kids, and the guns represented how they wielded religion like a weapon.
This dream, also from 1998, dramatizes the work of de-sexualizing nudity:
Me and a woman are in an alcove together that's adjacent to a doctor's office. The doctor is older. The woman and I are talking openly. She’s not like me. She's much more extroverted, oriented toward the world as if she is showing her beauty to it all the time because this is how she has learned to relate to it. From listening too much to compliments, she has formed a ready-to-be-praised orientation.
She's attracted to me because of our mutual openness. It's natural for emotional openness to imply sexuality. It always does this because sexuality is so closed off.
We get naked and we're still talking. I'm passive, not trying, just letting it go where it wants. Since I am not trying to appear desirable, my resulting mental state is a little morose. She comes to me and we hold each other, but then the doctor says he doesn't want this to lead to sexuality. Nakedness is not his concern. The woman keeps breaking the doctor’s rule and he keeps reprimanding her for it. Finally, she's fed up and decides to leave.
It is propitious to assume that the Buddhas of New Zealand will not have sex in the way it is currently experienced. To understand the naked people, one must look past the trappings of today’s sexuality, taking a perspective that is patterned after God’s. Getting to have sex is never a prime motivation for God and the buddhas, nor is sex sought or even hoped for. The buddhas are too alive to have sex (or to do anything) for its own sake. Were they to try to, they would feel fractured. They do not fracture when it is unnecessary. Everything they do is a means and nothing they do is an end.
Sexual mores and/or restraint are necessitated by people who forsake soul-life in exchange for sexual experience. The buddhas do not need mores or restraint because they know themselves. They are their souls embodied.
This dream from 1993 humorously shows how far “outside the box” (the “box” being television, the computer, and the coffin) the Buddhas of New Zealand are:
I am in nature. I keep communicating with a certain flock of birds, especially with a certain female. She has the beauty of a woman. Soon I move into their group and live with them. We are half-human, half-animal. We are in a river and a train stops overhead. The driver of the train badmouths us and says we should be civilized. A bunch of anthropologists get out of the train to study us, which they can only do with eyes that are biased by culture. I put my hand in some of our shit and reach out to one of them to shake hands. He shakes my hand and then examines his hand, smelling it, maybe not even knowing it's shit that's on it, wondering what my strange, primitive gesture could mean.
For the buddhas, animal and human are harmonized. Within them, the lion lies down with the lamb. The river they are in is the River of Life. The train is civilization. The driver of the train personifies the patriarchal principles guiding civilization. While he has no use for the buddhas, and is even threatened by them, the scientific mind finds the buddhas worthy of study, but it is plain that they are beyond scientific comprehension. To understand the buddhas, the scientist would have to become one of them, thereby losing his/her identity as a scientist. In lieu of that, he studies their comic dung.
The Buddhas of New Zealand are Christian in the sense that they are in union with Christ consciousness. Implied in their moniker is not that they literally dwell in New Zealand, but that they have a renewed religious zeal, a zeal as foreign to Christian evangelism as self-marriage is to spousal marriage.
Also implied in the “Z” of “New Zealand” is the end-of-the-world. One might think of remote Australia as the end-of-the-world, but they then overlook the absolute end-of-the-world, at the end of the alphabet, in the Land of New Zeal. The end-of-the-world is always like this: One thinks they have grasped it, but then there is always another world (or land mass, as it were) to grasp, and incorporate into one’s worldview. Only this, the A to Z, Alpha to Omega, Beginning and End, can complete the World.
With these thoughts I mean to suggest that higher intelligence filters into civilization (despite humanity’s efforts to stave it off) through language as well as geography. A further example of this is that New Zealand is formed like an upside-down boot to pair up with the boot where the Pope dwells.
I have had a number of paradisiacal dreams of the buddhas. The one below I had in Greece. I was awakened from it by an earthquake that registered 6.3 on the Richter-Scale. I was a mile from the epicenter of the quake:
I am one of a group of beings who are like hippies, but without pretension. Our existence is love, joy and creation. At night, naked on a moonlit field alongside smoothly rolling hills, we are running and dancing in rows. I slip and fall on the moist grass and the others lift me back to my feet by my arms. There is no other place. It is the distant future.
Here is an excerpt from my memoirs that recalls a glimpse of the buddhas: “While my body slept, a being took me into the ancient past. A male spirit was there gazing joyously across a grassy expanse, at the place that would someday be home.
“Then the being showed me the distant future; 250 years in the future (2248 CE). The scene was outdoors and at night, lit from dancers’ incandescence. When certain dancers touched down to the ground, others lifted into the air. The dancers were harmonized like planets around the sun, or atoms around a nucleus. They were more embodiments of music and art than people. There was no drama. Drama had been a stage.”
I spent most of year 2000 submerged in visions, many of them buddhas. The one that most often replayed was of them dancing naked in a line on a stage. There were ten buddhas: five male and five female. There was a central figure, a female with short black hair, divine beauty and freakishly long arms reaching her knees.
Sharing the same mind, the buddhas were able to let themselves be puppeteered as a group by Kundalini, putting their movements in synch – not synchronized like a cheer squad, but the movements of each were relative to the rest, and none were planned. All were merged with the eternal dance. The buddhas danced as a single entity to the front of the stage appearing relentless and unstoppable.
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