I like it the best when Zen and nonduality masters come to visit me in dreams. There’s always a lucid transmission that occurs.

I have Nisargadatta’s picture on my antique dresser, leaning either against the Buddha or a crystal ball made by Grimaud in 1972. He sits there for the sole purpose of being worshipped. I give him black coffee every morning. Tobacco too. On occasion I see him as the Emperor of the Tarot and write about him.

Last night he visited me in a very lucid dream. It went like this:

I’m about to wrap up a class, when I realize that I’m missing a microphone. I decide to go over to the adjacent building to get one. This building turns out to be Columbia University in New York.

Next, I find myself in the philosophy department, catching a glimpse of Nisargadatta being surrounded by philosophers. I feel…