Higher Consciousness
She is enveloped by the energy - or falls into it, she isn't quite sure. She feels a vibration deep in her parietal lobe, which builds in intensity and spreads like waves from a splash. Where the waves wash, she ceases to feel her body. She feels a rising sensation as if she were at the end of a taught spring. It wasn’t a pulling sensation; rather she felt a tremendous release, and incredible lightness and naturalness in the action. Sprung, like an arrow from a bow, she flys up through the moonlit clouds, which tower like ethereal mountains, the moon just breaking over the top. Her senses have increased a thousandfold. All sights are infinitely clearer, sharper, brighter, and all sounds richer, fuller, more detailed. Thunder Rolls, and she sees the Gods are escorting her. A Heavenly choir sings as she is handed up to Divinity.
All of creation is in front of her. Space is a vast ocean of heat and cold, dust and rock, forces and radiation that she perceives as intense colors, forces, compulsions and distortions, all of which she could cup in her open hands like a drink of water. Her time sense explodes to infinity as she drinks deeply. Her mind sinks into the universe, which stretches to fit her view.
She is effortlessly soaring through the cosmos. She sees herself and laughs joyously. She is an incredible being of shimmering light, with comets for hair and a robe of cosmic rays. She looks around, and feels the universe quicken as she watches the interplay of titanic forces. One vast boiling cloud of raw materials and forces catches her attention. New Galaxies are spewing out, young stars ignited, planets condensing. Galaxies spread out before her like sand thrown into the wind. They are dancing, caught in that wind, whirling and spinning, eternally being born, aging, maturing, dancing, drawing closer to their galactic partners, and finally dying, to cycle again, like all things in nature. The intensity of her excitement of the incredible panoply before her is only made possible by the depths of her newfound emotions.
Where is the Earth? In one motion the universe responds to her idle thought by shifting to show a single galactic cloud, then a speck of a star on an outreaching arm of one of the galaxies and then a blue planet swells for her close observation. The Earth is a dynamic ball of interplaying forces, strained shifting masses, molten and solid, resting on its center, trapped by the sun. She becomes concurrently aware of all the other rocks and bodies whizzing around that will ever hit or come close to hitting the Earth throughout it’s existence. It looks like a veritable shooting gallery. She thought how easy it would be to reach out and give the slightest touch to a certain asteroid, and set in motion events that would crack the earth in half eons later. And she could.
On the surface is a thin film of whirling gasses and water, with a most delicately thin layer painting the surface of the Earth itself with life. She feels as if with the smallest breath she could blow it from the spinning speck of rock and into the void. And she could.
Her mind swims lower, trying to catch the delicious flavor of the peculiar activity of life. Looking down, she perceives each life form as a glowing light. Every cell, every virus, every slug, snail, blade of grass, every animal glowed with the light of life, crackled with the sound of it’s causation. People were particularly bright, every single one a shining energy locus. She looked at how delicate the underlying balance was that kept each flame burning, and how with a flicker of thought she could easily extinguish that flame, or cause endless torment. And she could - though at the same time she felt these actions as unthinkable, her mind instead turning to the glory of each light becoming a fully realized spiritual Being. In time - all in good time. There was much to do, much to learn.
It occurred to her the magnificence and sheer Godlike feat which would so easily and overwhelmingly overwhelm her ordinary consciousness, of the dynamic omniverse and all its prodigy. ‘Difficult’ did not begin to describe in the least the miracle of her natural existence in such a cataclysm of grinding, polar forces.
She smiled. All was right with the world. All these people, through all the pain, suffering, death, loneliness, degradation, as was often caused by their own misguidance, still pushed forward, still sought their fullest experience through their fullest selves. By its nature, there is much pain in life. Pain, however, is a useless method to connect to anything, only is useful as a prod to maintain existence. The goal is to see past the pain, and nurture the person. She looked from herself to the others around her, and saw they were also beings of light. Oh, they might not see as well or get around as fast, but inside they were the same, and if the task is harder, the accomplishment is only made that much greater.
She opened her eyes.
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06-07-2007, 06:39 PM
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