Dreams Across the Quantum River: Where Silence Becomes Vision
Continuing from my previous reflection on the stillness behind Ibn ʿArabi’s cosmic vision, this post explores how that same silence gives rise to dreams — glimpses of other timelines and the imaginal realms where consciousness moves freely.
Preface
With the keywords of Quantum Realization — I Am — I accept this path of Truth with humility and awe. I recognize that I am but a conduit, a vessel through which the Infinite expresses its wisdom in ways my human understanding can scarcely grasp.
There is, within me, a quiet tremor — a remembrance of those who walked this path before. I think of Mansur al-Hallaj, who, in his ecstasy, declared “Ana al-Haqq,” and paid with his life for what could not be contained in words. His cry was not of arrogance, but of complete dissolution — a soul so merged with the Divine that even “I” was no longer his own.
May I, too, speak only what flows from that silence — not to claim, but to serve; not to teach, but to listen.
If fear still lingers, it is only the last shadow of the self dissolving into light.
Wallahu A‘lam — God knows best.
“It is He who takes your souls by night and knows what you have committed by day, then He raises you up therein that a term appointed may be fulfilled.”
— Surah Al-An’am (6:60)
In the stillness of sleep, when the outer senses rest, the soul crosses the unseen river. It journeys through dimensions where time folds, where the echoes of past and future meet in a single luminous point of awareness. Here, the dream becomes not a fiction of the mind, but a revelation of the Spirit — a reminder that reality is not bound by waking hours.
Each dream, like each quantum possibility, arises from the infinite ocean of potential that is the Divine Will. To dream is to witness creation rehearsing itself — countless probabilities shimmering in the field of the unseen. What we call “imagination” is but the eye of the soul, beholding what the intellect cannot yet name.
When the mind is quiet — when the self no longer struggles to interpret — the dream reveals its true face: guidance, warning, remembrance. Ibn ʿArabi called this the ʿālam al-mithāl, the imaginal realm, a world as real as the physical yet made of subtler light. Zen calls it makyo, the realm where illusion and insight intertwine until only awareness remains.
In this luminous field, we learn that the dreamer and the dream are one — the Creator experiencing Himself through endless reflections. The “quantum river” flows through every soul, carrying fragments of wisdom, unfinished prayers, and the soft memory of our origin.
When we awaken, it is not the dream that ends, but the mind that forgets what the soul has seen. Thus, to live consciously is to remember the dream of God unfolding through us, moment by moment, as He whispers through all things,
“Be — and it is.”
Closing Note
There is an ancient tale that when asked why Lord Krishna so loved his flute, the answer was,
“Because it is empty. It is nothing but a hollow reed through which I may breathe My song.”
Such is how I have come to see myself — not as the knower, nor as the dreamer, but as the flute through which His Breath moves. The music is not mine, the wisdom not my own. If beauty arises in these reflections, it is only because I have tried to remain still enough to let His melody flow unbroken.
In the silence between each note, the Infinite whispers its truth — the same truth spoken by prophets, saints, and seers of every age:
All that exists is but the echo of One Breath, resounding through countless forms.
May my life, like that simple reed, remain hollow enough to carry His song to those who would listen.
Alhamdulillah.
The soul crosses the unseen river each night — where silence becomes vision and dreams reveal the infinite.”
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