Journey of Birth

INCUBATION

There is darkness, complete stillness, nothing.  The dark and empty void is nothing.  There is a flash of light.  There is a tremble of thunder.  In the darkness the light can be seen off in a distance. 

She yawns, she stretches, she breathes. 

The voice says to focus on the light.  Trust and obey.

The illumination from afar is alluring.  I cannot resist the yearning to journey toward.  i long to be near it.  I cannot draw my eyes away.  It is hypnotic and pulls my soul.  Unlike the tug of war, I submit completely.

AWAKEN

The journey toward the glowing ball of radiance is a dance.  the thunder is the rhythm of a heartbeat.  the breathing like the stream of violin chords.  My footsteps pace to the sound of music.  In submission to the synchronicity of perfect harmony, I dance the twirling movements.  Pirouettes; the journey is a circular riveting pattern.  I go around and each time I am drawn in closer.  The closer I get the stronger the music, the brighter the light, the more intense the dance. 

Through the spiral tunnel I dance.  The magnetic force of the currents embrace me.  I am caught in the magical whirlpool of the whimsical disillusionment caught between the compelling forcefield bound worlds of light and darkness. 

MERGE

I have arrived to the destination.  it is the heart and birthplace of all dimensions.  The source of pure radiant light is the absolute illumination of all life.  The energy is absolute.  in its presence I feel immersed in radio activity.  I am invincibly immortal.  I grasp a hold of the magic golden ball that is hoisted in the unbounded air above me, and I breathe the breath of a dragon.  Fire and light.  The energy is overwhelming to the darkness.  Darkness fades and is taken over by the radiance of pure light.  The ball merges with my physical form.  The essence of this union is an unlimited strength.  The passionate dance.  Fired up.