These mountains were even more foreboding than the Himalayas but knew I was seeing the metaphorical Rooftop of the World but what was alarming were the thick, earth-shaking lightning bolts striking continually that did not illuminate the mountains in the least. The sky and the mountains were black, lightless, and barely observable. I then heard Little Man’s voice. “Place you hands on the pillars and hold.” I grasped the gothic pillars and held on and Little Man asked, “Are you secure?” “Yes, I am secure.’ “Then look down,” he ordered. My eyes stared down into a scene unparalleled. Springing from infinite depths were spirals of Light, Coils of unfathomable power filled with Life, twisting upward in a Dance, moving all together but in random, orderly chaos. These spirals did not touch but the shaking random springing reached to the stars of heaven, umbilicals of sheer, wild, placement as they spun around and about themselves and that overwhelming noise was being emited by these coils of living Light. Racing at a regardless resonance to complete turns and twists of power and force only to reach even higher in an unceasing gallop and the din was resounding into all corners of existence in the cylindrical, spinning scene. Collections of living Light, separate yet entwined, bounded and leaped in a movement that kept time with my heart-beat and I was laid low by the majesty and terror, the wonder and the staggering awareness of these singing coils as they thundered and bolted into the unsounded Heavens. I had no thought only a witnessing perception and felt no fear only incredulity when the voice of Little Man whispered into my left ear, “What you are witnessing is the mass total of insanity on Mankind’s level, are you secure?” Firmly grasping the pillars I answered, “I am secure.” “Then go out from this place and live,” he answered. I turned and walked away and as I walked the voices and whispers begged me to stay in this midst. However, I was cold as the snows of the Rooftop of the World and felt no kinship with the disembodied plea and as a ship devouring the sea, as a bow cleaving the ocean’s worth, I pushed the halting need to claim my spirit and left the denizens of this chaos in my wake never to join again with my human downfall.
Posted on: Thu, 20 Mar 2014 14:47:11 +0000
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