A Moment on the Cliff's Edge

He just stared, contemplating on the cliff's edge. Into the dark canvass, his eyes wandered slowly from point to infinite point, dancing among the stars. He broke his gaze and let it fall across the water, dimly reflecting the crescent moon overhead. His mind rippled. He waited another few minutes before looking back up at the stars. As he turned his head upward, the stars grew brighter than ever, and his eyes widened as the entire sky filled the back of his skull; in a single moment his entire mind was encompassed as one with the cosmos. Fear struck his heart like a dagger through flesh. But he couldn't look away - it was just... too beautiful. Is that you, God? He wondered. But soon the fear pulled him away, and he felt his body moving him towards the safety of the cabin. His mind raced with possibilities. That was contact.

Another temporal mind shift. His body grasped tightly to itself, tension on every cell, as a luminous feeling swirled over him. A feeling of mountains, skies, and stars rushed through him like raging water, and he felt as if going through a tunnel. Stay calm. Relax. Let go. He closed his eyes and opened his mind. There it was... "Of course it looks like a white light," he thought. He remembered his programming. He laughed.

Walking four or five steps his body disappeared and a shadow walked over the clouds. Where am I? He lost sight of the gap in time and space as soon as he stepped into it. It felt like an explosion of energy, and his physical form was manifested, a vague illusion, connected to an entire universe of his timelines, of his experiences. In the middle he sat, as if scrolling through the channels of human life. Hah, there's that program again.

Utter peace and blissful energy shot through his body. A guide showed up and spoke through words, masked by the speech of another, oblivious. Yes, it's all true, said the voice behind the physical world. And the entire process was revealed, in metaphoric language only to be understood by that individual soul. Too perfect to be anything but, too intelligent, too amazing. God was showing god who he really was. Too much. Can't process. Can't accept. This is pain, hell. Refusal is the hell we force ourselves into... perhaps one day I will completely shed my human armor, and fly off far into the sky, unto the stars, the whole of the universe, and the whole of time and space.

And in one instant all had been accomplished. Infinite has no timeline. So there he sat, staring contemplative on the cliff's edge, admiring the stars till dawn, chuckling within about his silly, beautiful human soul. "Enjoy, little one - with such a small scope, the greatest in life is infinitely awaiting. Your lack of experience with it, your grasp, it compels so much hope and love, so much stretched out emotion... you're beautiful. Enjoy..." at some point he returned to his time. And he remembered that he forgot, sighed out of beauty, and decided to call it a night.

"How was your trip?" A smirk. "It was fantastic." In his eyes glowed the true response. He was different. He had been changed. He had been touched, and he had been witnessed. For how long would he hide his form from the world? God, the universal essence, reveals only to advanced consciousness -- the higher awareness beyond form, language, and your self. It is only advanced consciousness and such higher states that has the required energy and depth of thought and feeling to even allow the Godlike expression. Whether in deep meditation, prayer, or on a spiritual journey aided by psychedelics, the religious experience is known only to those who have pushed consciousness to a different plane. Psychedlic stimulation has been thought to be one mental gateway to God, but only a portal opening the processing power for awareness, a precondition -- the journey through, if one chooses to follow and find it, is felt more as a labrynth where first you must cross your self. On the other side? Ineffable.