The Sense of Distance, Part 2

The picture on the screen begins to expand. It reaches beyond the borders of the device and out into the room. It doesn’t stop. Soon the room itself is a small speck within it — how could this be?

Now it seems to encompass the earth itself, the whole blue-green marvel, and then in swift succession: our spinning solar system, the vast turning galaxy, and at last many millions of incandescent galaxies drift majestically through the vision, with you at the matrix of perception.

Everything is silent. A moment now is a thousand years, maybe even more. You can’t measure this. The grand celestial display surrounds you, but rather than being intimidating, it feels strangely comforting — yes, as if the whole universe is your soft blanket, and you are safe and loved.

Your parents are downstairs, perhaps in the kitchen, talking about their friends, the news, their money, the things they would like to do during the coming week end. Your mother is apprehensive about the fate of the main character in her favorite television drama, while your father still savors the recent victory of the local baseball team. How could they comprehend the incredible event happening just a floor above their heads, and yet uncountable miles away?

There is a thrilling anticipation, as if tiny electric wires laced with pleasure are coursing and vibrating just beneath your skin, and you sense that something wonderful is about to happen. Every life you have ever lived has been leading you to this, but you still do not know what this is. Slowly it dawns on you that it doesn’t matter, you no longer have a stake in knowing, and so you relax and let go.

You have no memory now of what you’ve left behind. You are serene, afloat in that luminous vastness, while all the time you are held by invisible arms that cradle you, just the way that you remember. Was it really so long ago, that perfect bliss?

From seemingly far away, a bright light is moving closer, even though there is, paradoxically, no longer any sense of distance between you and the exquisite panorama spreading out in waves before you. It’s as if it is all one enormous being, one stupendous living energy pulsing and swelling in intensity, connected by lit strands and glowing fibers of some unnameable ecstasy.

Now the living light is almost upon you. Its supernal radiance is steadily expanding in elaborate geometric patterns and rippling circles, infusing your whole being with an indescribable music, pure joy – pure joy — and you know with every ounce of your being that you will not resist. No, you will not resist. Love will have its way.

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About Bob OHearn

My name is Bob O'Hearn, and I live with my Beloved Mate, Mazie, in the foothills of the Northern California Sierra Nevada Mountains. I have several other sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: http://www.pbase.com/1heart Essays on the Conscious Process: http://theconsciousprocess.wordpress.com/ Poetry and Prosetry: https://feelingtoinfinity.wordpress.com/ Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: https://westernmystics.wordpress.com/ Free Transliterations of Spiritual Texts: http://freetransliterations1.blogspot.com/ Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: https://spiritguidesparrow.wordpress.com/ Thank You!
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