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© Bear Cattlisle YAWNERSON AntiClimax |
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«It's
time now». A voice from behind gently pulls at me, pulling me back to here and now, to that moment where everything begins and ends all at the same time. A firm, yet soft, touch on my shoulder echoes without words, «It's time now». |
Responding with only a turn of my head, I acknowledge her. I see in her eyes the message once more. |
My eyes
reach out and say, «Just a little longer». Her smile replies, compassionately, «It's time now». |
«Come», says she. And I turn to look behind me one last time, as her hand upon my shoulder presses, ever so slightly, adding emphasis to her beckoning, her invitation. «Come», is repeated by her touch and nod, like a bowing of her head. |
With
one deep breath I turn to face her, and away we step, together again, Spirit Woman and I, hand in hand. |
«Don't look back», she says; and these words send a quick shiver of panic through me. I jerk and start to turn, but her hand now tightens, close around mine, repeating once more, «Don't look back». And we walk on, my heart loudly pounding. I look at her hard. I say to her with my eyes, «Just one last » Her eyes cut me off, silently warning, «Don't look back». I feel her urging me on with her heart, the message repeated in love. But I cannot stop; my impulse is strong. And quickly I turn, hoping for one last something to pull me back, to say, «Stay. This is where you belong». |
But
instead, only darkness and empty silence abide. |
I look to her for answers now, in hope of understanding. But her eyes, her heart, her touch, her silent words, all say, «I tried to stop you». Her arm around me tightens, but gently, and pulls me forward once again. I do not understand, and yet deep peace moves through me now like a gentle wave. |
And
together, we walk on. Nothing ahead. Nothing behind. A pervading sense of presence; of here now; of anticlimax. I am not sure why I avoided this for so long. |
Time passages lose their power in here now. |
Whether
we walked for minutes or hours, days or centuries, I cannot tell. We've never stopped. And in the silence and peace of movement days or lives could pass in a single step. I know I've learned something that gives me a sense of Strength, Faith, Patience, Trust; for they are real: omnipresences, as natural to me as taking a breath, or feeling the wind in my hair, or splashing cold water in my own face from a clear stream. |
The two of us move, silently, reverently, onward: a living, walking Namaste to all that has been, to All That Is, |
and all
that shall be; and to each other. And with each step a little more of the burden of meaning with which I have laden everything and everyone in my past drops away. Piece by piece, it dissolves as easily as the Sun into the evening sky. Until, at last, all that is left is a Luminous Void. |
«It's time now». Her words take on a new meaning, but I do not understand. As the Luminous Void inside and around me grows, she squeezes my hand, and then lets it go, and somehow this gesture echoes her words. My eyes seek answers. But her eyes grow first brighter and then begin to fade away. Her image disappears into the Luminous Void. |
I gasp
and reach out to pull her back, but I cannot. A last, loving smile and gentle nod and she is gone. |
Sounds of silence roar forgotten memories. Winds of time blow through my core. I am alone on a path to and from Nowhere so suddenly, like a falling star that soars through a darkening sky to who knows where. Behind me: darkness. Ahead: soft haze. And here and now: the Luminous Void. |
Something
inside me settles somehow. A wave of peace and acceptance spreads through me though I do not know why. I begin to walk on. Nothing ahead. Nothing behind. Just pervading sense of presence: my own, the sacred presence that I Am, of here now, of anticlimax. I am not sure why I avoided this for so long. |
Alone I walk on minutes or hours or days I cannot tell. But I've never stopped. And once again in the silence and peace of my own movement, one step at a time, I learn something. I become more. And Strenght, and Faith, and Patience, and Trust deepen: omnipresences as real and natural to me as existence. |
Walking
on in silence and in reverence, I am a single, walking, living Namaste to all that has been, and All That Is, and all that shall be, and to myself. And with each step the burden of meaning I gave to her, to us, to everything, slips away: dissolving with ease as softly as a sigh. |
Until, at last, all that remains is only a Luminous Void abiding within me, and I abiding as the Luminous Void. And only then, from deep inside, I hear a distant, familiar voice. |
«It's
time now». I hear this time resistance gone |
And with an inner glow I softly reply, «Yes!» And closing my eyes, I hear her voice: «Just a few steps more, and ahead there is a bridge: an arched bridge. You cannot see to the other side until you stand at the crest, in the center. Walk slowly, and at the crest you will see a light in the distance. Follow it, and it will lead you home». |
In
silence, I softly reply, «Yes!» Deep inside what I Am, I feel a warm breeze comforting, caressing, filling me with all the love I've ever known in a single moment between times. And just as I open my eyes to step forward, |
I see endless horizons with endless bridges, one after another. And with quiet laugh and willing heart I step forward toward the first bridge knowing I will cross them all, eventually, without question. I am not sure why I avoided this for so long. |
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