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Under A Cold Aurora
Under A Cold Aurora Strangeland III "My heart was sent pieces, into the sky, confetti reconfigured into a magnum opus of light and darkness." It was precisely 3:00 a.m. The witching hour. The world was empty, save for the dynamic movements of the wind, which whispered the secrets of the wastelands and the heavenly realms. My earth bound<b> physical </font></b>Frame pulsated in the shadows. The light on the garage drew my attention, beginning to come alive. Out of the light emerged a visage of the deity: Shiva. A conduit began to form, as the arms of the deity began to maneuver, a cosmic dance, before my eyes. I watched. After a time, my earth bound<b> physical </font></b>frame transferred to the driver's seat of the vehicle, seat laid back, in and out of awareness of an earth bound dimension. I closed my eyes, summoning the courage to face The Fear, overcome with simultaneous elation, as excess sensory outputs transferred to the forefront of my mind's eye. A wheel appeared, and began to spin, slowly, a mechanistic movement. A numinous spot light ignited, cast upon a pin point on the wheel, as the wheel stood still. In the spot light was a face from my past. Out of this face from my past came a deluge of information, which I was able to interpret and process, simultaneously; a psychological spectrum of human thought, emotion, and understanding. I understood. The wheel then began to spin again. A mechanistic movement. I then saw a face from my present. The same mechanism occurred. Then a face from my future. I understood. of my earth bound activities drew the surface. of my divinely inspired times descended and merged with the earth bound. Although I was human too human, at the same time there was beauty to my existence perhaps. Beauty. I felt the urge to weep. Tears of joy. Maybe I could be... Redeemed. I felt the urge and ability to take a vow of silence and never speak again. I always knew I was headed for the monastery. *. *. * |
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