Remember who you are! Love thisđđ This place felt vaguely familiar. As far as the mind can perceive, row, upon row of book cases, infinitely towering over the spectral Little Spirit. Parchment, scroll, tablet, yellowed leafed, freshly white, hard copy, soft â books, filled with eons of wisdom. Amidst the penetrating silence, a quiet table beckons, bathed in a gentle light. As Little Spirit eases towards a welcoming upright armchair, she notices that there is no floor beneath her, only a swirling vortex trailing down into the starry cosmos. Above her is a single source of pulsing light. She hears a voice inside her essence. It is nearly time Within the endless light the voice was like a pillar of fire within the heart of a candle flame. The words danced like sparks filling Little Spirit with immeasurable heat, joy and love. Choose your path Scroll upon scroll momentarily materialised in front of her and in a flash, absorbed into her Being. As Little Spirit awareness is filled with Knowledge, a thin circular disc in the vortex appears. Filled with curiosity Little Spirit floats toward eddy. Filled with countless individual grains of light, sparkling and shimmering like crystals, as they twinkled like stars, the swirl is irresistible. You must choose Flitting from granule to granule, some compellingly drew Little Spirit towards them; others either repelled or were simply ignored. Peering into the fathomless and holographic depth of one particular crystal Little Spirit could feel a rush of excitement as Awareness was filled by flashes of faces, memories of people, places and sounds that felt so familiar, yet so alien, since here in the Hall of Light there is no form or no substance; no sensation or experience; no desire or longing. It just is. Imbued instantaneously with innumerable sights, Little Spirit sees âa watery blue sphere surrounded by an inky dark blue canopy peppered with jewels of light; a brilliant yellow Sun rising majestically over a lush and fertile forest; rivers, water sparkling under the Sun; clouds floating, ebbing and flowing in a bright blue sky. Donât forget where you come from The vision changed and her awareness was filled with a cacophony of sound â the high melodic chirping of the wrens, the cawing of the crows, the joyous trill of the sparrows as they speedily flit up and down in an open meadow. Other songs of nature melodically fill the void â the creaking of trees, blowing gently in a light breeze, the rustle of the sun kissed leaves, brilliantly reflecting the white sunlight of a modestly cloud filled sky, the sudden flutter of wings as a bird alights from its perch in search of a mate or food. A mate. Little Spiritâs awareness was stirred sharply. âSheâ felt âhimâ. Him? Others exist? Food. The exquisite scent of olives and oil and juice rose from a great plate; the taste of the sea and the faint metallic taste of oysters that is washed away by a slow sip of cold white wine. The succulent texture honey as it dissolves in the heat of her mouth. She smiled as she savoured each spoonful, experiencing a growing state of arousal as the living energy is instantly transformed within her. She inhales deeply, soaking up this vitality. How good it feels. Donât forget where you come from Surrounded by a shifting mist, the light seemed to be far away â behind and above â as Little Spirit noticed that she was descending. Within this pale luminosity she could see that she was encased within a harder, fleshy shell. She felt cool. She no longer felt the ever present heat of the light. Something new was flooding through her. Fear. Do not be afraid. You will always be supported. Help will always be there for you. All that you need is here within you. You are always connected to this place. It is called the Sapra dâKhayeh. Here resides all Truth, the voice faintly whispered. As the darkness started to envelope her, the Voice trailed away. Further down she descended. Layer upon layer she fell through, each more dense than the previous. Around her stretches away the whole of the universe. The stars. The constellations. The planets. I must remember Then there was complete darkness; a warm and gentle darkness; a dreaming water-darkness: the soft safe embrace of the womb.
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