It was a day like many others, when I went from the kitchen to my living room and I entered into time and space and I became eternal.
I don't know how it happened, or why. It just did. It was just a normal spring day, the sun was starting to hit my skin and the big window of my living room, facing the yellowish buildings of a central area of Rome was open towards infinity.
It felt scary, to enter into time and space and to became eternal. For a second or so I just stayed there, astonished. Me, into time and space expanding like oil on a surface, like the horizon when you are at the top of a mountain. Me, a newborn, seeing the light for the first time. A single cell, absorbed into the One.
In that moment I had confirmation of the various levels of reality, and of the reality as most of us perceive it, objects, constructions, matter: an illusion of our restricted minds, a delusion; the restricted view of fearful beings, entangled in smallness created by thirst of control, and lack of faith.
There, inside time and space, after a few seconds, I found myself thinking: 'What if I cannot get back out there, to reality?' and fear raised within me. The thought made me exit. I found myself back, into my living room, back into matter and mind, the eyes open towards a large window facing yellowish buildings and the long sun shades of another ordinary human dawn.
[I was never the same again. I searched for that experience over and over again. I had it, in different forms and at different times; and although I am strongly attached to my material being and its experiences, the fear of death is just a delusion of the past].
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