Beer, Mud, and the Lotus Blossom


Another interesting synchronicity in my present journey ~ On my walk yesterday morning I discovered that this mural for Schell’s Beer, a brewery that is located in my home town, is found just a few blocks from my new home.  Though presently it is only about 90 miles away, I have not visited my hometown for 30 years.   And here I am confronted by this “sign” ~  I am living just a couple minutes walk from an homage to my hometown heritage.


In the past couple of months I have also been confronted by repeated requests that I finally, after all these years, make it to high school class get together; there is one scheduled for this summer.   It rather seems that the indications are that I should indeed attend.

The word “inescapable” comes to mind.  As does the phrase, “You can run but you can’t hide”.   Rather like being haunted in this lifetime by the karma of a past life.

Which is what it feels like, looking back, a past life. Though I live relatively close now, my life’s journey has taken me so far geographically, spiritually, and intellectually, from who I was.   How much I am still that person is a fair question.  My personality has not changed that much, I’ve just become more of it.  As the old saying goes, “The boy is the father of the man.”  And I have sought to live by the admonition coined by Nietzsche, “Become who you are.”   Nonetheless, I am not at all relishing the prospect of revisiting the chapters of my youth.

However, this morning I did encounter a nice counter point to this reluctant dredging up of the past.   Reading Laura Bruno’s blog, she has a post entitled “More Signs of the Lotus”  [].    In it she briefly recounts a dream:  “in which people kept mentioning and pointing to the calendar date 6/14/14.  At the end of the dream, someone handed me a lotus, in bloom, but still dripping with mud.”

Her blog brought to mind a lotus dream of my own from my days as a wilderness guide in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area ~ a dream from 31 years ago.

The dream occurred at the end of a night paddle that I had led – an excursion that lasted the entire moonless night that included a grandiose display of the northern lights, the calls of loons reverberating around small bays, the making of hot cocoa on a gas stove on the floor of a canoe to take the edge off the chill of the night, and the howls of animals engaged in mortal combat emanating from shadowy islands.

I had successfully navigated by the stars and led the group through a chain of lakes without having to land, but just before dawn we encountered a lengthy portage.  Carrying all of our gear across the portage to the next lake in the dark seemed hazardous, (but of course canoeing through unfamiliar lakes in the dark didn’t seem hazardous at all!) And so we stopped to wait for the sunrise, and all drifted off to sleep in our drifting canoes.  Here is the dream that I had in my gently rocking canoe:

Surrounded by the dark, I am held in the palms of two immense hands, that are gently rocking me to sleep. I have never felt so secure.  After long moments, I slip through the gap between the two little fingers of the cupped hands.  I fall through empty dark space.  Beneath me, a lotus begins to blossom. I fall into the lotus, pause just for a moment, then continue falling.  A second lotus opens beneath me. I fall through that one.  A third lotus opens beneath me.  I fall into and through that one as well.   Then I stop falling and am simply suspended in the dark, and begin slowly turning circles.  Myriads of voices emanate from the dark, from all sides of me, calling my name over and over again.  I am immersed in a collage of the sound of my own name. 

When I awaken I am surrounded by mists swirling over the water and through the trees. Through the mist, over the tree tops, is the planet Venus, still visible in the light of the dawn.


Doing a search just now, I found this website:  …that has the following quotes about the lotus.   I could spell out the conclusions that I draw from these quotes as they relate to Laura’s dream and to my dream, and to the muddy past from which I emerged, but better to let what readers find this to draw their own…


“A pristine waterlily undiscouraged by its surroundings, rises from the depths of a murky pond. It’s lotus petals perfume the air, as it flowers and blooms brilliantly, purely, divinely, despite and probably because of its origins. Becoming a spiritual person does not mean you to leave your prior life behind, but instead you integrate, learn, remember, and respect what brought you to this point in the first place.”

Jacquelene Close Moore


“Like the lotus, you experience three primary stages of evolution. The first is marked by ignorance and darkness, when you lie below the dense mud – a closed chrysalis – which, by nature of existence, will eventually be pulled upwards by the warmth of the Sun. The second is exemplified by the climb through the clouded waters of your emotional experience, yet still the flower reaches to the Sun, knowing no other destiny … no other purpose. The third brings full illumination in the splendour of the light. The Lotus flower blossoms, baring its exquisite beauty to all those who are aware, enough to recognise God unfolding.”

Patricia Cori
Source: The Cosmos of Soul: A Wakeup Call for Humanity


“The one who wanders independent in the world, free from opinions and viewpoints, does not grasp them and enter into disputations and arguments. As the lotus rises on its stalk unsoiled by the mud and the water, so the wise one speaks of peace and is unstained by the opinions of the world.”

the Buddha
Source: The Sutta Nipata


“The Self is hidden in the lotus of the heart.
Those who see themselves in all the creatures go
day by day into the world of Brahman hidden
in the heart. Established in peace, they rise
above body consciousness to the supreme
light of the Self. Immortal, free from fear, this
Self is Brahman, called the True. Beyond the
mortal and the immortal, he binds both worlds
together. Those who know this live day after
day in heaven in this very life.”

Chandogya Upanishad