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A Light
At 21 I lived for almost a year as a
caretaker of a farm. I wrote, gardened, took care of dogs, inquired into life
and forgot about the world out there. I needed to get away from people. I
needed to escape from the noise in my own head.
One day, walking the dogs, the dried up
grass gold on the ground, Light struck the top of my head, changing my vision
for ever.
For three days and three nights I was only
light. My vision was clear, my body was nonexistent and I saw beneath the
surface. The top of my head was aglow, burning bright and beyond. And I
experienced, without doubt, down into the cells of my body, out into the
apparent differences in shape and form that we were indeed, all One.
I saw underneath the apparent surface, everything was made up of similar ‘stuff’. This stuff infused all things,
including air, and the space between things. There was no here, there was just
everywhere that existed in one moment. Up close and far away were the same.
Just ever increasing expression of shapes and colours. But we were all the same
stuff. Glowing alive magical stuff.
Loss
I lost my centre. I lost who I thought I
was. Everything was washed away with a light so bright it penetrated every
aspect of my previous self. There was no
me. There was only light.
Loss of identity.
Loss of ideas.
Loss of beliefs.
Loss of ambition.
Loss of all the things that came together
to make me ‘me’. It was gone. There was nothing, at least for those three days.
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