Standing on the edge of infinity as we plunge into the void …

Standing on the edge of infinity as we plunge into the void, what a terrifically scary thought that was! My breath caught in my lungs as it came in… deep exhalation and sight returns in a near blinding flash.

Yes, that is where we are standing, eternally standing on that edge in reality.

Moments of exhilaration and then calm returns. The rush of unseen worlds and creatures of extraordinary abilities, winged ones, herds of horses gallop across the heavens as time rolls out in front of our budding sight. The Feline warriors are there ready at arms, the stone stasis beings of immense strength, the great dragons of plasma currents once again move freely unbound. The trumpets of tempest and then refrain… all creation exalts in he-r manifestations.

It is no wonder that so many are so ill prepared for the unknown, no mystery as to why they have stripped us of our natural curiosity, courage and imagination. Our childlike nature confined to plastic stamped out toys and sound bites, my soul rebels at the sight, the babel and false toxic smells, soul longs for the magic of organic life.

Leaving the matrix… another scary thought. What does this entail? Why does that thought come into my mind as I soak in my hot salt water tub? Is the primordial sea from which we are formed calling us home? Or something else? Matrix – mother, are we ready to be birthed into the unknown after eons of preparation, are we ready to take our place in the stars? These thoughts weave in and out of my conscious mind, Mother Earth Matrix are you too ready to implode in all your Gnosis to a Nova Star Being, radiant unto y-our self? Will you take us with you?

The labyrinth is not only transited but unwound and dissolved. Caught for so long in the turns and twist backs, to be without walls, to have all the keys to all the doors… we fool ourselves when we think we want this don’t we? As long as we are safely confined with father god-mother earth to care for us we can pretend toward freedom, talk ourselves into freedom, write laws of freedom but are we really free? The void opens now … the plunge.

Does anyone recall the first plunge, the first separation from the All? One supposes we all do, locked away in a recessed chamber we hold closely guarded. Exhilaration – (I dare not write that word), the mix an intoxicating one.

One contemplates further into the necessity of why we must plunge into the darkness of our world, the underbelly of the dark side. It strengthens us and returns us to our cour-age, we overcome and BEcome responsible again. Wise, brave and finally reunited with our Self which is the all.

Something plays on the edge of my perception … surely the void holds those new unknown and un-manifest realms. The symphonic orchestra that lures this writer to listen ever deeper into the depth. With love.

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