The dawn began with the brilliance of life.
Fairly familiar, as I traveled this route many times before.
Yet, I was refreshed with illumination,
Alike the vividness of a dream.
The radiance should have been of comfort,
Yet fear overwhelmed me.
Could I attempt this way of light?
Was I worthy of such a splendid magnitude?
Did I have the right or rather, do I belong?
Experienced before in slumber,
I never imagined it was possible on this plane.
It did feel necessary & the crimson hue welcomed me,
So I proceeded.
While I visualized no other,
I did sense a Divine Presence.
A collective ceremony occurred around & through me.
Sight had failed me once more,
Yet the gift of sensitivity guided the way.
A sense of guilt had washed over me,
As I felt I had fallen short of this Presence.
Just as I doubted my significance,
I was reached through my sensitivity,
An entity similar to myself.
Instantly I communicated with this Presence,
I no longer suffered in silence.
I had reached this point through the ability to endure,
Finally to attain purpose.
I shared this sense of reverence & mastery with the Presence.
Such joy expanded all boundaries I had imposed.
The sense of wholeness & unity consumed me while the citrus hue welcomed
me,
So I proceeded.
My vision had returned only to study my own reflection.
Shame was evoked & splattered upon this painting I had created.
I cringed & closed my eyes only to realize this canvas would not fade.
My mortality danced & played in this distortion I had commanded.
I sensed the Presence that reminded me that I was not under this
illusion's control.
My dedication ignited within me the ability to forgive this ramped mural.
As I resigned from this struggle,
The canvas had dripped clean & the maize hue welcomed me,
So I proceeded.
I was then led to a door,
I fell to sadness that it was latched & locked.
The Presence lifted me instantaneously in collective effort,
The door flew ajar & a dark murky substance spilled from this space.
I was not able to differentiate if I had lost my vision or if the room was
indeed this bleak.
In that exact moment I questioned my wishes to see,
The leading light had streamed forth, but only faintly.
The room was what one could imagine a void to resemble.
As I scanned this bareness,
Holographic images appeared of people, places & objects.
Intensely they yearned for relinquish.
With assistance from the Presence,
The whole was freed & the emerald hue welcomed me,
So I proceeded.
Water now encircled me & I was unable to proceed.
I sensed the Presence in It's guidance.
As I attempted to communicate my dilemma,
I realized that I could not do so in any way.
The waters began to rage & I became one with it.
As I believed I was grasping for my last breath,
I surrendered to the surf.
Had I overcome my shortcomings to be swept away in such turbulence?
As I conceded, the Presence returned & expressed It never abandoned.
We arose as a mass to clear the now calm waters & the sapphire hue
welcomed me,
So I proceeded.
The Presence began to communicate telepathically.
Does my mind evade me?
Yet, this is not of my mind, this perception operates all of it's own.
This is pure, untarnished, unmistakable accuracy.
This I had sought after my entire existence.
Ideas, abilities, & intelligence,
Each intricately joined to another to create one finale.
I experienced my own ideas & beliefs merging into a higher ideal.
I was complete & in harmonious relation to this experience,
While the indigo hue welcomed me,
So I proceeded.
I swayed to a window with a view of flawless purity.
Above, I envisioned a white beam travelling to the spheres.
Below, I envisioned myself, my world, my typical way.
Above & below were connected in an eternal stream.
My vision had been altered,
In such a way that I could now view my existence as paradise.
To be in this moment, in each moment's time,
I would now experience this connection.
This event had given me an opportunity to envision another way.
I am connected with the Presence always,
I am devoted to sharing it with my fellow humanitarian.
I am & the violet hue welcomed me,
So I proceeded.


 
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