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Going Home to Peace

by Bijan Anjomi (from his book Absolutely Effortless Prosperity)

What is true Peace? What does it really mean and how can we find it in our lives? Here's an answer the author received through a particularly meaningful and inspiring dream.

Shortly after completing the sessions at the Monroe Institute in 1995, I became very aware of my dreams. I would wake up every hour-and-a-half, after full dream cycles, and remember them vividly.

On one occasion the dream was so powerful that I could not go back to sleep. It started with my meeting a man named Tom while I was walking with my brother, John. Tom told us that he could take us to an alien world in an instant, assuring us that we could return at any moment we desired. But when he told us that our only function in that world would be to have a good time and be happy ... we decided to go at that instant.

Almost immediately, we found ourselves in a magnificent green field that resembled a well-kept golf course. Warm sunshine fell upon the beautiful stream nearby and the fruit trees that were all around us. It was everything we had imagined heaven would be like.

As we walked around, laughing and gorging ourselves on the delicious fruit, I noticed several people sitting down on the ground, aggressively guarding a few pieces of ordinary rock. I asked one of them what they were doing.

"As you noticed," he replied, "this planet is covered with grass. Rocks like these are very precious . . . . To secure your future, you must have some of them underneath you."

Pointing at the fruit trees, I asked him, "With all of this food and water around, why do you want to hold on to those rocks?"

With a puzzled look, he replied, "Because there is more to life than eating, drinking, and being happy."

As we walked away bewildered, I noticed a small rock on the ground a few feet in front of us. Quickly, I picked it up and showed it to my brother, John. After examining it, we decided to look for more rocks. It wasn’t long before we were sitting next to each other, guarding the few pieces that we had found. We didn’t know why we were doing this, but even though it was effortful, it felt normal.

When I began to recount my rocks, a sense of fear and suspicion came over me as I realized that one of them was missing—I thought John had snatched it from me. I became enraged, and was just about ready to snatch it back from him, when Tom appeared.

"It didn’t take you long to adapt to the ego of this planet," he said, smiling. "Have you forgotten that these rocks do not mean anything . . . ? Have you forgotten that you are here to laugh, be happy, and enjoy yourself?"

I told him that I wanted to return home because I did not feel peace here.

"When you are in peace, you are at home," he said. "If you want to go home, just choose peace. It does not matter what planet you are on. You choose peace or turmoil—heaven or hell—every moment. The decision is yours: your peaceful home, or your illusionary world."

Right at that moment, I woke up. From that night on, I have gone home more often than I ever did before. I haven’t seen Tom since, but I will never forget him.

Copyright © 2000 Bijan Anjomi