I have written here about the dream or Maya, the illusion of the world we wake up from on the journey home. With first awakening, we wake from the dream of being an individual. Then the dream of the universe. Then the dream of God. With the waking from the third dream, we have that aha, the second awakening, and can now step into Unity.
The Maya shifts from being a mask or cover to being a ladder of knowledge. The way home. But still, it remains the dream. The world remains an illusion.
After some time and possible further clearing in Unity, there is another layer that unfolds. One begins to see the world looking back. Awareness aware of Itself is literally seen in the world. Not simply a sense of Self surrounding us. We look out and see the world is looking back. The walls, the road, the sky. And I am That. As the observer and observed are one and the same, they collapse together. All This is That.
The dream is found real. The world is found to be nothing but that silence, moving within itself.
What was real had been found to be illusion. What is illusion is then found to be real again, but a different real than when the journey began. More real, if we could say that.
Reality alone remains. This is the end of illusion.