In the midst of wakeful sleep I found myself within and without myself. The world around me was formless and all was as it was supposed to be. There was a pristine calmness to the space that surrounded me yet I surrounded it in return.
Breathing was my way of movement. I could go anywhere or perhaps everywhere came to me through nothing but thought. Then through the swirling Aurora of pure energy I heard a genderless voice call out to me in a language not of the Earth and behold I saw the light of Spirit manifesting in front of my eyes. Except I had no eyes for I did not need them to see. I did not need to blink or move to witness the brilliance that was unfolding before me.
Again it called my name. My true name that I chose before my feet felt grass for the very first time and I answered, knowing that I needed no lips nor a tongue to articulate my thoughts. I was divinely connected to the Spirit before me, beside me, throughout me.
I saw the brink of Creation as the Universe unfolded from within itself. There was no chaotic explosion to bring into existence the vast clouds of matter, nor was there a Godly voice that exclaimed “Let there be light!” Only a sudden self-awareness and a willingness to be. It was quiet yet the sound of ears pressed beneath the surface of water flooded my mind. I beheld many more beings of light dancing in and out of each other. They were merging and twisting and splitting yet they never stopped whispering.
I couldn’t recall colour. I saw it in every spectrum at once, but what was it really? It needed no definition or explanation nor did it want it. To define it was to limit it to that definition. It wasn’t colour anymore. It just was… Is.
This made me wonder how much time had passed. How many eons had I spent witnessing the unfolding of the conscious Universe and beyond? Then everything shifted suddenly. I felt solidity beneath my bare feet and the shapelessness found form. I was with Gaia and the being of light that now resembled a human. Between the trees and the stone it walked faceless until it was directly in front of me. He told me not to worry for time was not. There is only movement and those who are asleep feel the need to categorize it into Past, Present and Future as a way to measure the immeasurable. There is only one single moment that contains all that shall ever be for what was is also what is. Quicker than a thought and limitless beyond comprehending.
Those who move through sleep take a moment and break it down until it seems to elongate thinner and thinner into infinity. And once they think they understand the concept of that which is without conception, they choose to waste it with measurement and names, but to what end? The light being went on to say that those who are asleep are afraid of the vastness of their own being, so they created Death in order to limit themselves, to shrink down to a size that brought them comfort. This was in direct contradiction to the Cosmic Unity.
It all made perfect sense to me as the soundless words entered my perception, how we choose to limit ourselves as we limit the space around us. We chose shackles in an attempt to free ourselves from the responsibility of being. And as we fell into our own illusion of limitation, we breathed life into Death by naming it as such. We began to expect the expiration of eternity and so to us it did.
But the flaw in our design was of our own making, when the illusion broke and we realized that we cannot truly be touched by Death, for it simply does not exist to the Cosmic Unity. But until we open ourselves to the truth, that fear of the Spirit is unnecessary, we are to return ourselves to the cumbersome state in which we believe our Spirits thrive.
The being of light told me that I had to return. It reassured me that I was ready to do so and that in time I would learn more. I did not object. Instead I thanked it and asked its name, to which it simply answered, “Do not ask questions to which you know the answers.” Then it placed a light bound hand on my head and my eyes opened to the familiar darkness of my home.