A mother is showing off her newborn baby. I'm not sure if it's a boy or a girl; the thing is so small, bundled up in its portable cradle. The baby is asleep, slightly smiling, eyes flickering beneath the lids. Dreaming.
What kind of experience could an infant child possibly have to dream about?
I want to get in there and find out. If we could only get in there to study and discover what that baby is dreaming about we may remember truth, the time before human programming.
If this baby could wake up and speak, I imagine he'd describe his dreams as a peaceful blend of buddhist nirvana and the supernatural; something totally devoid of division.
This is out of character because I don't even like babies, but looking at this one I want to trade places. To be there where he lives. In that place connected and whole.
The dream of primordial consciousness. It's my preposterous wish for a new year.
Mark - Mark, age 6 Centralia, Washington (1968) My first grade teacher Mrs. Carlson wrote on my report card: "Mark is a very sensitive child, wants attention, and...
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