An Untitled Peace
It was no ordinary feeling.
Within my peripheral vision glowed a light so incandescent, so warm and so pure that initially, it almost distracted me from my duties. Like a dream with no obvious plot, yet the director's instructions are present in your mind via telepathic means. The shell of my being worked mechanically and methodically. The consciousness of my spirit remained confused and awestruck. I innately understood what it was I had to do.
It was no ordinary view.
Celestial bodies floated by with the grandeur of an operatic masterpiece. Vast expanses of time, space and matter gently glided past like elegant white swans against a black, thunderous sky. The fingers of my being were long, wise and hauntingly beautiful. There seemed to be a tone that accompanied the scene but recalling it would be far too ambitious for my humble, mortal, human self.
Will I ever know Why? Who? Where? When? What?:
Parallel self? Previous incarnation? Future incarnation? Linked alien soul? Dream? Reality? Dimension slip? Simultaneous alternate universe?
The mystery of the aforementioned lies not where my consciousness is now and where I was, but rather, whether this is the lesser reality where I now am...?
Within my peripheral vision glowed a light so incandescent, so warm and so pure that initially, it almost distracted me from my duties. Like a dream with no obvious plot, yet the director's instructions are present in your mind via telepathic means. The shell of my being worked mechanically and methodically. The consciousness of my spirit remained confused and awestruck. I innately understood what it was I had to do.
It was no ordinary view.
Celestial bodies floated by with the grandeur of an operatic masterpiece. Vast expanses of time, space and matter gently glided past like elegant white swans against a black, thunderous sky. The fingers of my being were long, wise and hauntingly beautiful. There seemed to be a tone that accompanied the scene but recalling it would be far too ambitious for my humble, mortal, human self.
Will I ever know Why? Who? Where? When? What?:
Parallel self? Previous incarnation? Future incarnation? Linked alien soul? Dream? Reality? Dimension slip? Simultaneous alternate universe?
The mystery of the aforementioned lies not where my consciousness is now and where I was, but rather, whether this is the lesser reality where I now am...?
posted by Another Point of You... at 3:29 AM
3 Comments:
What's up man? All I can say is "damn!". I myself felt a sort of peace while reading it. I have one question though. You were not "sleeping" at the time were you experienced this? The way it read to me is that you were "awake" and continuing with normal activity. Anyhow, it's great to see two new postings from you, brother. Take care.
Hey there Nameless (by the way, I dig your new 'nameless' name - as you know, I love a good paradox...)
I like your take on my post, and it certainly can be perceived that way. But it was actually inspired by a dream I had years ago in which I was a non-human being aboard a starship.
I really felt like I WAS that space-travelling being, and that every now and then (to experience what it's like to have other types of lives within the universe) I step into my very own 'holo-deck' - and one of these 'lives' experienced was this very one in which I am writing to you now. From cradle to grave, I 'live out' this earth incarnation that goes by the name of 'Charles'. Then when the 'game' is over, I return to my console and continue with my space journey/mission.
At the moment, I'm still in this holographic simulation titled "Charles:Earth Incarnation:Prior to Planetary Ascension."
Strangely enough, and I'm not sure if this is just some glitch in the starship's system - the remembrance of my 'true self' somehow infiltrated one of the night-dreams of this sim-character.
Two realities collided. Parallel Consciousness merged. The 'Real' overrided the 'Game'. The 'character' met 'The Player'...
In this sense - it is space, the cosmos, and the infinite realm of the stars...which really feels like Home to me.
I AM Inifinity merely having a finite human experience here on Earth/Gaia.
It all kinda reminds me of that gorgeous musing of Lao Tzu:
"Last night I dreamt I was a beautiful butterfly. Now as I awaken, I must ask myself, 'Am I a human having dreamt I was a butterfly...or am I a sleeping butterfly now dreaming that I'm human?'"
I guess my version is:
"Am I a finite Earth human having dreamt I AM an Infinite Being...or am I an Infinite Being now dreaming I am human?"
Or both?!?
ONE in an infinity of ONEdrous ways : I AM.
'An Untitled Peace' was written on December the 25th, 1995.
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