I am proceeding purposefully on a path of great heights. Everything I perceive is wonderful and joyful. I've renounced and given away most of my possessions except for what I can carry in my knapsack. The light of the one true reality illuminates me, which I directly apprehended from the multitude of spiritual paths that I have investigated and integrated into an overarching metatheory. Lost in that glorious and divine union I am not paying attention to my dog barking, warning me that I am perilously close to the edge of a precipice.
I step over the edge and fall. I am overcome with fright, thrashing my arms and legs seeking for some purchase but there is none. I scream at the top of my lungs, anxious for the inevitable crash into the hard earth where I will meet my death. But I just keep falling for what seems an eternity. With continuing descent the light grows dimmer while the darkness grows deeper. I get to the point where the feeling of falling has ceased and time has stopped, since I perceive nothing at all anymore, even the awareness of myself. And yet somehow a conscious awareness remains, empty, tethered to nothing in complete and utter silence.
An infinitesimal pinpoint of light appears in the interminable distance. It starts to grow ever so slowly at first, then with increasing speed and brilliance. Accompanying it is the sound of angels singing, also increasing its volume to match the light. Finally I become enveloped within it and am blinded by it and deafened by the overwhelming sound. Again I lose any perception of inside or outside, self or other, totally fused and lost in the moment.
After another eternity I start to once again perceive myself walking on the high mountain path, the same place and time from which I'd previously and absently walked over the edge. Everything is just as it was before except that now I turn and walk away, my dog happy on my heels. The only difference is that I am no longer enthralled with being and knowing everything. I wander aimlessly. Whenever I feel the need to explore a different path I take it for a while until the next one. I am open and accepting while attaching to nothing, even that full emptiness.
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