" One of those Days ".........?
“If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.”
― William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
Most days I awake with a certain mindset, these are not always predictable and for me simply demonstrates impermanence and a sense of non locality which happily correlate with my understanding of life in all its complexity.
As with most feelings experienced on an empathic level it is rather difficult to communicate to others due to the nature of my perception. It's a little like having many, many sensory receptors both inside and outside of myself which on occasions feedback vast arrays of information in a manner that cannot be explained neurologically. It is also impossible to tease out from where it originated before being incorporated into my consciousness.
And today appears to be ' one of those days'
From the start I felt a little unsettled, I'm perceiving noises and movement where there physically does not appear to be any. My eyes ( I'm assuming this is where I am perceiving movements although it seems to originate in my mind and projected outwards) see vague, grey ashen figures drift by, going about their other dimensional deeds oblivious to my presence. Some figures seem darker, more substantial. These appear more conscious however apparently still trying to carry on with their human life despite no longer being of physical form.
Knocks, creaks and bangs echo from around the house where the relatively uniform laws of physics apparently no longer operate.
I'm hoping a walk in the countryside will help to ground me into a more predictable reality if only to briefly abate the dizzying tirade of stimuli impacting on my sensorium.
The pure and sensual breeze wraps itself around me as if welcoming me in its embrace. A vast variety of smells accompany its clutch ,the light but pungent scent from the apple blossoms mingling with the earthy smell of the newly rain sodden soil combine to further remove me from my physical self. The trees branches and leaves, the long grass and the overgrown bushes dance in synchrony to the wind, choreographed by Nature herself.
I am now the invisible witness. The whole world, the stars, the planets, the ancient past and the distant future all fuse within my soul. I am at one with the whole and the whole is at one with me. Although I can perceive a reality outside of my physicality, I know that I too am part of and inseparable from all that is. The illusion of self is shattered, freeing my soul to fly and become as one with eternity.