It’s cold, very cold. Cold for almost as long as I can remember, and that seems to me a very long time. It feels like I am moving…fast or slow I cannot always be sure. Sometimes it feels like I am moving faster than at other times. I am a wanderer, veering here and there, tugged in this direction and that.
Now I feel a stronger pull, irresistible... I seem to float at the whims of the universe, traversing space and time without intention. I am moving faster now, though I know not how I am aware of that fact…
The pull and tug is strenghtening, there is no thought of resistance, or of spinning or veering off elsewhere. Apparently I am heading somewhere, I have no idea where. I do not know whether or not I should be afraid, I have never experienced anything quite like this.
Despite the feeling of being inexorably drawn, I am also now experiencing resistance, friction as I hurtle forward. I am beginning to warm! What a lovely feeling! I have been cold for so very long!
I enjoy the warmth greatly for a while, feeling all the cold finally drain out of me. But before long the heat begins increasing rapidly, and soon the warmth that was so welcome, is no longer a pleasant feeling.
I feel like I am burning up now, perhaps dying, I move faster despite the increased resistance. Suddenly without warning, I am cool again, it is a shock. But it is a nice cool, accompanied by even more resistance. I have slowed down again and almost stop, before gently rising once more.
I feel the pores of my being filling with the substance in which I alternately float and submerge, it feels wonderful – like I was always meant for this. There is a gentle warmth and light that shines down on me for long periods, followed by cool darkness, then back once again to light, as the cycle repeats.
I notice that my being is beginning to change form, to grow and become something more. At the start of another light period, a new organ that has grown within my body opens, and I can see…
There is blue above me, with white fluffiness floating upon it. There is a deeper blue in which I am immersed, that sometimes looks more green, yet when I allow myself to sink into its depths it seems to have no color at all. I find that I can move at will, as appendages form, my body is becoming sleek as it becomes mobile.
I had sensed other beings nearby, but now found that I could communicate with them, and they seemed to know me, or at least of me! They urge me, even as the changes within me continue, to follow them to where they claim I belong – with others like me. It is almost as if these creatures were awaiting my arrival.
Knowing nothing else, I go, following in wonder as I gaze upon these unusual beings that swim before me. I pass other beings even more unusual, some that swim singly and others that move in groups. I have entered a truly amazing and magical place, with creatures of all different forms, though none that are similar to myself. There is so much to learn and investigate. I know I exasperate these beings kind enough to guide me, but I, who have never “seen” anything before, find so very many things to marvel at. It is difficult to get me to move along at any speed, and my guides become somewhat impatient with my constant delays.
My body seems to have finished changing, and it is true that I can move easily and quickly now, when I wish. I shoot upwards, to see the brightness above, once again hoping my guides won’t mind too much.
Finally, we reach our destination, and here there are others, like me, swimming in the depths. They gracefully move in and out of beautiful “caves,” and the ocean floor seems almost arranged in it’s loveliness. I cannot even describe what I see, without the experience to understand it.
The beings here, so similar in form to what I have become, welcome me with great joy and celebration, thanking and rewarding those who have brought me to them.
I know somehow that I am home now, what a trip it has been! I “dance” and “swim” among the others. When I try to ask questions, I am told to enjoy, that all will be explained in the time that stretches before us. Taking their advice, I let myself join them in celebration.
Their long hair flows around them and me. We seem to become one with the universe, as we weave around each other in a pattern that reminds me of the long journey here.
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