Recently I hand an amazing dream. In this dream I was swimming in the ocean with several devotees, as well as some lions and tigers. We were all having a lot of fun. Suddenly, someone shouted to me, “They’re coming! They’ve started!”
We looked up and saw a series of gigantic waves on the horizon. They were still far away, but they were approaching us rapidly. They were huge; they must have towered at least two hundred feet in the air. Everyone else was a terrific swimmer, but I was not. I didn’t know how to ride the waves at all. I had no chance of getting away. The waves seemed to gather speed as they approached, and as they came closer, they looked even bigger. I made the decision that the best thing to do was to let go completely and allow myself to slip beneath the waves as though I were lifeless. I consciously began to surrender to the ocean. I became completely serene, still, and weightless, so the ocean could wash over me and do anything it wanted to do with me. From deep within, I knew this was the most courageous thing I could do - to remain in this state of tranquility, in this state of meditation, and resist the temptation to struggle.
In that state of total peace, I could still hear the others crying out, “They’re coming! They’re coming! The waves are coming!” All at once, the giant, towering waves started crashing down upon us. Everyone struggled to stay above water. Eventually, all of them managed to ride a wave and get out of there.
I was alone under the tumultuous sea. Yet I did not feel the least bit helpless. I was in a deep state of tranquility, a deep state of meditation. My entire being was suffused with total surrender to the ocean and absolute contentment in this surrender. It was my choice. I had made decision to consciously surrender and just be there. After a long time, I found myself gently washed to the shore, completely unhurt. My state was unbroken. It was the most profound, blissful experience of being totally protected. Spontaneously, from deep inside, these words arose: “I am the daughter of the ocean. I am the spirit of the ocean.”
Everyone was so excited that I was alive. Then we looked around and saw that one of the lions, who had also washed up on the shore, was lying there in excruciating pain. It looked like his back was broken. This lion had thought he could fight the waves and beat them in a big display of courage and strength. But now he lay there suffering terribly. He could hardly move. We went and stood by him.
Seeing us, he said, “All of you, learn this lesson from me. I wasn’t hurt by the ocean. I was hurt by my own pride.”
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