A Fledglings Glimpse


On the way to work one morning I caught a glimpse.  Not sustained, however just a glimpse, but one that showed me the wonders of a world free of mental labels.   I had been reading one of my favorite books a few nights before on enlightenment, and what the experience is like for those who awaken to the true reality.  Although I would like to profess my full enlightenment to the world, in truth this sustained state of awareness eludes me.  However, at times I do get glimpses, visions of the true reality that surrounds us every day, even on the drive to work.

As usual my mind was occupied, telling me of the coming traps and delusions of the day, all of which raised my level of anxiety and caused me to plan my responses to events that, for all intents and purposes, did not exist.  I began to realize this as my mind fell deeper and deeper into its self-made future causing me to feel, at the pit of my stomach, a loathing built from nothing.  I halted my thoughts and turned my attention to the lingering emotion that vibrated deep within my being, feeling it too dissolve under the glare of my observation.  Then suddenly I found myself actually looking out of the windshield in front of me.  There I saw it.

Without labeling anything,  I looked out upon a world chucked full of form and lights and motion.  My breath caught in my chest as I marveled at the complexity of this relatively tiny space of existence created from the one consciousness that permeated it all.  The individual moving objects that passed me in the opposite direction powered by individual entities with depth and history.  The growths that sprung up from either side of the long slick path I traveled.  The rushing sound that accompanied my movement through space.  The darkness pierced by tiny beams of red and white in front and behind me.  All seemed a miracle in that moment.  A miracle born of an infinite consciousness that in one instant burst forth all of this unfathomable depth and dimension.  I wanted to hold the feeling of newness for a time longer.  Without actually thinking I turned on the music.  What rushed forth into a space that held so much already was the voice of an individuated entity, creating a mesmerizing sound evoking its experience in as unique a way as it was itself.  The melody floated through my space telling of the entities emotion and experience.  A deep chuckle rose in my being as I realized that in truth this entity was as well myself, as were the lights, the trees and the passing cars.  As the labels returned so did my sleep.

greetings fellow gaseous entity

greetings fellow gaseous entity (Photo credit: mattguest)

I rounded my car into the parking lot of my job, turned off the engine and sat in silence.  What an immensely complex tapestry of sights, sounds and form this world is.  To glimpse it is to be free of the distraction that clouds our vision of it.  To sit in awe, if only for a moment engages the soul and offers us a ring side view of our own creation which defines us as more than what we experience or create.  I’m reminded of a quote from “Monty Pythons, The Meaning Of Life”; “Matter is energy. In the universe there are many energy fields which we cannot normally perceive. Some energies have a spiritual source which act upon a person’s soul. However, this “soul” does not exist ab initio as orthodox Christianity teaches; it has to be brought into existence by a process of guided self-observation. However, this is rarely achieved owing to man’s unique ability to be distracted from spiritual matters by everyday trivia.”

As I walked into the large brick building navigating through the sliding door which somehow sensed my presence, I  wondered if I had in fact brought into existence all of that which I observed, even my true self; the observer.  After all, in order to experience ourselves we had to become many.  My anxiety was for naught.  The glimpse sustained me for the remainder of the day.  Perhaps one day I will sustain it. Anyway, it was only a glimpse. Tiny, yet infinite.


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