Harmonies Memories Miracles
Monday, 23. July 2007, 15:40:53
The window opened, and I fell through, falling into the whiteness. Sounds roaring from all directions stunned me and confused me. I fell, and fell, and... floated into silence.
I Looked into the dimming whiteness and made out shadowed movement. There were colorless wheels spinning within wheels, within other colorless wheels. Their orbits crossed at seemingly random or coincidental times and places. I saw streams of energy entering the wheels at random moments and from various directions, sometimes in the same direction of the wheel, sometimes counter to it.
I felt pulses or shock wave emanating from the center of the wheels and move past me. The energy within the wheels flowed past me back into the world I had left behind. I looked back and saw it change reality like a prism changes light. I watched it change the world in ways miraculous, and I knew in that instant that it was our love wherein the fruit of the miracle first found sustenance, and set down its roots. Human love was the motivation for everything I could see.
The wheels were vibrating with the energy of our lives, the momentum of our thoughts, the deepest beliefs in our hearts, our reactions to our life experiences, and resonate also to the thoughts and emotions about us within others. I knew then that we were connected in ways deeper than any philosopher had imagined or prophesy had revealed.
I could feel the love of those I had left behind in time and space. I could feel the love of those who had died, years and lifetimes ago. I could feel the estrangement of those I had wronged or whom thought I had wronged them. I could feel the love of those I would befriend in the future! Time and space were irrelevant... Those were purely human concepts. They made no difference. Beliefs mattered. Truth mattered. Hope mattered. Faith mattered. Fear mattered. Fear fought everything, stopped everything, killed everything. Like a mass of ravenous fish it consumed almost everything it touched. Almost. The power of love passed through fear like it didn't exist, leaving a calmness, a peace and warmth behind.
The joy I felt stopped my heart, my breath, my resistance, and I gave myself up to the knowing.
As I died, I felt a breath enter my lungs, and my eyes opened. The room was dark and silent. I lay in my own bed, feeling as if I was floating on a cool cloud. The comforting sound of a light rain murmured and whispered in the leaves on the familiar tree outside my open window. My body felt rested, released, empty. I tried to remember everything. But it was only the memory of memories of... most of it was fading... gone.
But the reality of it remained. It had not been a dream. Then I remembered a face that had smiled upon me and laughed at something I had said, no, something that I would say, sometime in the future: your face.
I Looked into the dimming whiteness and made out shadowed movement. There were colorless wheels spinning within wheels, within other colorless wheels. Their orbits crossed at seemingly random or coincidental times and places. I saw streams of energy entering the wheels at random moments and from various directions, sometimes in the same direction of the wheel, sometimes counter to it.
I felt pulses or shock wave emanating from the center of the wheels and move past me. The energy within the wheels flowed past me back into the world I had left behind. I looked back and saw it change reality like a prism changes light. I watched it change the world in ways miraculous, and I knew in that instant that it was our love wherein the fruit of the miracle first found sustenance, and set down its roots. Human love was the motivation for everything I could see.
The wheels were vibrating with the energy of our lives, the momentum of our thoughts, the deepest beliefs in our hearts, our reactions to our life experiences, and resonate also to the thoughts and emotions about us within others. I knew then that we were connected in ways deeper than any philosopher had imagined or prophesy had revealed.
I could feel the love of those I had left behind in time and space. I could feel the love of those who had died, years and lifetimes ago. I could feel the estrangement of those I had wronged or whom thought I had wronged them. I could feel the love of those I would befriend in the future! Time and space were irrelevant... Those were purely human concepts. They made no difference. Beliefs mattered. Truth mattered. Hope mattered. Faith mattered. Fear mattered. Fear fought everything, stopped everything, killed everything. Like a mass of ravenous fish it consumed almost everything it touched. Almost. The power of love passed through fear like it didn't exist, leaving a calmness, a peace and warmth behind.
The joy I felt stopped my heart, my breath, my resistance, and I gave myself up to the knowing.
As I died, I felt a breath enter my lungs, and my eyes opened. The room was dark and silent. I lay in my own bed, feeling as if I was floating on a cool cloud. The comforting sound of a light rain murmured and whispered in the leaves on the familiar tree outside my open window. My body felt rested, released, empty. I tried to remember everything. But it was only the memory of memories of... most of it was fading... gone.
But the reality of it remained. It had not been a dream. Then I remembered a face that had smiled upon me and laughed at something I had said, no, something that I would say, sometime in the future: your face.
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