Beyond death by Miqhael-M. Khesapeake My consciousness lost its bliss, I was dead, I was undressed Of my body, and I realized my body was not something opaque or heavy, It was a boulder of invisible energy, of a curious presence of to-be and not-to-be Where time was only a presence of vibration, and I lost even this being, connection. I felt my strings of energy projecting me right around the body, dead in a chamber, And I wanted to understand what’s all about around, then this focusing made me Float above the ground, seeing my body hoveringly, seeing the walls, people behind, The doctors and even the other dead bodies. I could see everything panoramically by that will to understand, and instantly I could sense any presence, even the life itself and the diseases that everybody carries. A turning point, and a huge spiral of energy was enoucountering me, Like a tunnel, where to be going, but it was only my remembering, I was just remembering of myself, of my real inner being, of Light, the Source of to be. I could see even the stars and their inhabitants, but my curiousity was now Only for my curious death. I was sleeping, and at once, gone out of that blanket of energy, I felt now more alive than everything, than every trice, than time itself, Than any living being. I felt that my presence is only what makes them alive, And then it came the Light, but there was no time, But only the gracious and blessed Light, It remembered me like of a huge Kiss making any universe. I felt the pure Light like an Eye, an Eye looking at me curiously, And I felt she was eager me to ask her, no matter what and everything. In our world, the light looks to be a thing, but this Light was more than God, More than every being. It was something I felt to be filling the whole Reality and I felt this meant the infinite, One kaleidoscopical, and every presence, every essence and every act of love and curiosity Was just a different aspect of this kaleidoscope, of this will to be being, and this, differently. The Light was like smiling at me, curiously, like telling me I was never alive, I was never Even a presence, I was an entity, which is a shadow of a dream in a dream, like creepy, And what’s even more curious, I was understanding why, what, where, to where or when As only one single and pure thing, and all that infinite Light was felt by me as a little spark, An infinitely small point with no space, no address and nor even a dimension. I felt that every dimension was a question, And this dimension I felt to be myself, even the invention of every dimension, I understood then that the kaleidoscope was the maximal and purest essence of the universe And the essence of every understanding, every universe and one telling. The Light was telling, telling every possible utterable thing, telling by only that love Loving everything, everything was the kaleidoscope, the intelligence was the kaleidoscope And nothing could be understood without the curiousity spiralled into itself as this Kaleidoscope in that gentle smile of the huge Love. And everything was utterable. What’s going on? What’s this and everything? I asked the Light by that simple sight, At once I felt that out of any time it was me, myself without the time’s utopy. Without time I could still talk, talk to me as talking everything, I felt paramountly That talking something means creating a world, that every world kaleidoscoped by me Was the pure holy Word, and that this was made by an infinite waste of mathematics. Every world, every shadow, every deepness or hollow, every entity, energy, force and dwelling Was made on the ground of mathematics. I could realize what mathematics is, nobody on Our earth would ever guess, mathematics was something so simple, just like the infinite point Of no dimension. I could smell the mathematics, I could taste it, feel it by every meaning, I could touch the Numbers, I could see perfumes in equations. I could feel what time is, only an illusion of my conscious confusion, if I tried to get closer, I could start times in many universes, and when I tried to depart, another time was Shrinking upward, downward, inward and outward. However, there was no Out. There was no There too. No In or in-front-of-you. So, being In front of that Light was no one but the Light herself, that infinite Creator without a soul, But the Soul itself. I could breath then every understanding and misunderstanding I had when I’ve been wearing a body, it was only the Shade telling me lies. I could see, smell, taste or touch Every idea, even why every religion, philosophy, even poetry is wrong about death, About the soul, God, spirituality and about everything. I was so full of non-Me And I was breathing the everything, I felt on my essential skin the everythingness like a bliss, Kaleidoscopically and infinitely within. I was so amazed, I was hoping to meet there Buddha, Jesus, Khrishna, Mani or Mohammed. There was no one, but only the dear Light-friend, it was a she, and she was full of Me. She was beyond any He, and He meant blasphemy. But, what was a blasphemy? It was only the misunderstanding, the curious melody of a nothingness, it was the shadow of to be. The Light was a Smell, it was a Taste, it was the supreme Orgasm, it was a Rainbow, the Green, The Yellow, the Red, the Pink, Blue, White, even the dancing Sight. That Orgasm was so metaphysical, it was the immense pink Kiss, more prodigious than Any God. Bliss! I was about to ask the Light everything and I felt at once an answer That I had from all the evers in me, since always: that we were on our planet only A tiny beehive of creatures deprived of understanding, that we were too primitive To understand the Godhead and that feeling, or the pure idea as that melody, Or that a God was invented for us, But not by her, by Light, but by some other creatures, with a different sight. I could understand all our mistakes, why we like to be so criminal. I felt that Light as a transcenence of a God, I felt how the consciousnesses Saw in it Jesus, Buddha or other names. The Light was only a Source, The Source to our inner self, bright. And quite gently I closed my imaginary eyelid, like a Smile with an eye, And I could see all the spirits forever knowing me. They were all arranged so beautifully Into a nice harmony, like a flower of patterns, like a painting mathematical. They were all saying creatingly and looking at me, and spinning round their spindle by Love. Their common closing of their imaginary eyelids created the time, and not only this time, But many species of time, many species of twisting consciousness by a smile. And I was no more that curious about the future of humanity, I felt to pertain only To that kaleidoscope full of Love and creating harmony. From all the directions I felt everybody’s love coming to me and thanking me For only the fact that I was, that there was a me, that I was alive, a human being, even if guilty. I felt the Light breathing. I felt her inspiring huge mathematics of universes, many species of space And of time, breathing out many other dimensions. Everything was beautiful and precious. Everything was beautiful by its mathematics and every mathematics was spelling. Nothing there was deprived of intelligence, and by the simple fact of willing to create You could create out of nothing many universes with infinite energies. You could simply dance by just a simply remembering, about this Kiss. I could feel why we’re beautiful, lovable and precious, I could feel why we’re all unknowers, liars and deprived of knowledge, what is criminality And what is all this religiousness. And I felt how all that Source had inifinte strings coiling together spirally, And all those spirals of energy were the songs of all human beings and of all those creatures Of the other planets, I could feel in those spirals the voices of all teachers and prophets, They were asking for forgiveness, they all had had imperfect lives full of fault, Even on the other planets. This is a river, the River of Life, no time is ruling here and you’re a king. Drink this Water! was spelling to me the everything. No thing was not-spelling And the Nothing had no meaning. The Light all-knowing was, so happy about everything in all the universes, So sad about everything imperfect. Thousands of thousands of thousands of thousands were all those dwelling the planets And the universes, they had different meanings and understandings, not just different Words and letters, but even different sentences, brain connections, they had different ways Of seeing the ideas and even of sharing them, or remembering them. I could feel right within me a huge explosion of energy, it was all we humans called the Big Bang, We are all creators of many Big Bangs, we’re loved by this infinite Love and she gives us Inifinite opportunities to create. She doesn’t need us perfect, but different from one another, She’s so immense, and so quiet. I was the holy Child, an infinite big Babe with a gorgious creating eye. I could understand what was the infinitude, it was only a conscious attitude. I could eye the Eye of all creations and the Eye could eye into my innerness. It was all a sharing and a chance of the communion’s bliss. It was a state with no mind, no thoughts, all was intelligence and everywhere, the all-present Kiss, The Intelligence was not mine or ours, yours, the Intelligence was exterior, but everything Was exterior was interior too. I could see the bricks of all creations, different types of atoms in dancings. They all were understanding and full of intelligence, they all had that power of creation. I could start to see everything in a different perspective, all was unmeasurable and full of feeling. The energy was only the sheer intention. God was only the itself supreme Word, the Word spelling It’s Me! The whole reality was called Me. I could feel everything on all the planets, but my curiousity was about earth, I could feel every little peeble, every dry leaf on the ground fallen, every thought of a gale, Every thought of an incoming beetle and its mind. Every atom was welcoming me. I could understand the lack of humankind, why we don’t understand the religion And the holy Word: the God was called Void. I remember I knew exactly what was that tunnel from the beginning, it was that Spiral of consciousnesses, helping me to pass back into the inner and primordial Me, They all knew me, but I was like a stupid too much sleepy and just woken up from sleep early. I could understand that Godhead is that everything, all put together, all the chances This Love, She, the Light, offered us, her baby-sparks. I was beyond death, I knew exactly what life meant, but I knew also That there are innumerable other states and worthy to be felt, experienced or stranged. I could see the texture of filaments in the universe, all those forces put together, All those connections with the others, that everything is conscious, intelligent, with a purpose. I was myself an energy, and I had answers for all my questions really. I had no more that stupid meaning of to be, I had the general picture of the holographic Light, All was Love, all was a Sight. And then I woke up and revived. 29.08.2014
Posted on: Fri, 29 Aug 2014 21:08:58 +0000
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