Monday, December 3, 2018

On Dreams Awakening a Dreamer: II

Last night, I died.

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I was lighting candles in an unremarkable space in time, and noticed myself doused in a pleasantly fragrant oil — just absolutely drenched in oil. In the next moment, I somehow accidentally touched myself with the flame and was instantly, most violently ablaze. No pain, just a buzzing sensation, like that of an electrical charge. Then my sensory field felt an incredible implosion, an unbearable physical tension and collapse into a dense, small focal point deep within — which was followed by an immediate expansion without, and dissolution into an infinite light.

In a fraction of second, the lens of this mind-body complex simply ceased to exist. The physical sensation of instantaneous, imploding disembodiment was pronounced, profound, and indescribable — not unlike the whiteness of non-being which followed it. 

All that was left after my lighting of a candle flame was the non-localized Awareness of Light. 

From this nondescript, non-space in no-time, a decision was made to awaken the sleeping mind-body. I woke up with, “Holy shit, I just died.”


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