I had a strong dream last night. I was standing outside a village on a hill, I knew it was where I lived, and on the road outside there passed a column of soldiers in armour, with spears and things. I could have chosen to fight them, I have regularly had many dreams of battle and fighting, but I did not and instead I kept quiet and went back to the village, and I listened to the villagers talk about it.
Then I kind of half awoke, and i sensed a ball of light on the crown of my head. It said to me, “thank you for raising the sign of surrender”, and then it disappeared in a shock of awareness. But for a few moments just after waking up it felt real. It reminded me of a series of dreams I had several years ago, of being repaired at night after the stresses of the day.
Buddhism doesn’t have much to do with the importance of surrender, it’s perhaps more a Tao thing, Osho also often spoke about the path of surrender. In any case it hit a nerve with me, I’ve been thinking about surrender all morning and trying to gain some insight into what it means to me.
Often we fight all kinds of things during the day... we struggle to do our shopping, we fight systems during our work, we don’t admit to people how we feel for fear of being thought weak, we struggle to follow the dharma and be friendly to everyone. Life seems to be one big fight and even when we sleep we still struggle in our dreams. Only in meditation do we truly come to rest.