When the soul went to sleep

Somehow or another the individual consciousness fell asleep and went into a dream of forgetfulness

From the complete darkness somehow the senses and their sense objects start to take over.

They started to create dreams within dreams 

Many layers of sleep 

Because the soul was just sleeping along with the intelligence.

Then a voice was heard.

I am the master 

Who? 

I ! Am the master.

Each of the senses and sense molecules was pretending to be The Lord. 

The senses knew this concept as there is indeed a master.

The Supreme Lord and they are His sweet servants.

But somehow the soul fell asleep

And then the senses started to pretend 

I am the master

No! 

I am the master ! 

In the beginning it was fun.

They would taste nice things and see beautiful colours and sights 

Touch nice textures and speak beautiful words and hear beautiful sounds 

Then they somehow found the secret rooms where memories are kept and hopes for the future and they even started playing with them and manipulating them. 

But it was all just a dream and it would soon fade away in a glimpse, just like a mirage in the desert of ignorance. 

Then the false ego came up and started to command everyone and claim control and authority.

They pretend for a while and it was fun 

Yes master ! 

Yes master 

Yes my lord 

How can I serve you ? 

You are the most important! The most beautiful! 

Even from the Supreme Lord! 

Oh I wish I could remember His name but somehow I have just forgotten. 

They were playing and playing and playing and it was fun.

For some time 

But then soon the dream became a nightmare as they were trying to get pleasure only by developing attachment to temporary things that are meant to come and go 

And they started to feel grief and sadness 

Envy, greed, anger and fear 

As they have forgotten the eternal nature of the Supreme Lord.

And as much as they were trying to enjoy it was just not possible.

The more they tried the more they failed.

Any attempt of enjoyment would just be dry and painful just like the camels chewing on thorns and their own blood but can't stop doing so.

They would pick up things from the environment or external reality and they would create whole concepts out of them and try to make the impermanent permanent, having forgotten the eternal.

The soul was sleeping.

Jiv jago

Jiv jago 

Wake up sleeping soul

Wake up 

This sleep may have lasted a whole eternity

Until a transcendental sound vibration started to resonate from the depths of the universe  

Eternally sounding right from the spiritual sky ! 

Here comes the sun! 

Cartals and mrdangas started sounding 

A celestial harinam was finally reaching through the ears of the sleeping soul to the heart.

Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare

Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Hare 

Tears started flowing and washing the mirror of the heart from the seemingly eternal sleep of conditioning.

The intelligence kicked in and the soul started singing and jumping.

Hairs on end, wet cheeks, hands on the air body shaking, voice choking with love and enthusiasm! 

Finally the sleeping soul has woken up and it was already back home in just a flash ! 

And then it remembered that the soul is not meant to enjoy separately through the senses but serve the Lord.

Everything was just as it should be. 

Beautiful gardens, sharing prasadam, with the most confidential friends.

And the soul never really left home.

It had just woken up from a bad dream. 

Haribol!! 

So please  remember dear soul 

And never fall into this sleep again 

Whenever this dangerous I- thought arises.

"I want to enjoy! "

Remember.

I am not meant to just enjoy separately but serve and be filled with the joy of service and devotion!!!

And be compassionate to every sleeping soul that is in this dream world full of envy and all kinds of ignorance that's just a part of being in this dream.