Mind Wanderings - the Esoterrian Journals of Fiona Mc Caffery

Within the confines of my tiny suburban home office, I travel in my mind to places far beyond the realm of this earth planet. Journeys of the mind are the only claim to the Universe that this mortal soul can enjoy, yet my imaginings take me further than any terrestrial means of transportation could offer. I am Fiona Mc Caffery, mere mortal, journalist to the highest of celestial royalty and this is the beginning of the rest of my life.

Today I am wandering the halls of Her Majesty Triana's golden palace in the third quadrant of Esoterra Crestarian. Traveling 150 million light-years in a nano-second has left me energized, eager and elated. I find it odd that there are no guards, servants or for that matter, anyone here to check my credentials. In fact, I'm not sure where to find Her Majesty. These hallowed halls echo with only the sound of my tip-toed footsteps and shallow breathing.

There appears to be an opening at the end of this corridor. Have I arrived at my destination to commence with this most anticipated first interview beyond my earthly habitat? What manner of salutation can I expect from Her Royal Majesty, Triana? Oh, how I have long awaited this most extraordinary melding of hearts and minds.

Many attempts at making this journey had previously failed. Perhaps my will, on those occasions, was not yet open to such fantastic possibilties, but whatever the case, I have arrived. How do I greet Her Greatness? Should I bow? Do I kiss her ring? There is no manual on Crestarian etiquette. Surely, Her Highness will understand. I have no gifts to offer, except my human journalistic code of ethics. That will have to do.

Nothing known to man could have prepared me for such a fantastic and never before accomplished feat. What is that I hear? Oh, what a glorious sound and the light, such brilliance. Could it be?

Approaching the massive golden archways to what must be Majesty Triana's private quarters, all sense of life as I have previously experienced, suddenly fades into the shadows of my memory. Her presence emanates from everywhere. The sound of her being is like a thousand diamonds dangling from the heavens and chiming in unison. As my eyes behold a shimmering pearl essence of light moving towards me from the center of the room, I notice a light scent of sweet almond and lotus filling up my senses. In this center is a crystalline orb suspended in mid air. Within this awesome vessel rests the most exquisitely ethereal vision I have ever encountered in all the days of my intrepid life.

Immediately, I recognize Her Majesty as the last of what was once a magnificent race. She is the sum total of all that ever was and will be on Crestarian. Like a queen bee, she was the supreme ruler of all - the center of all Crestarian life. All life that has since melded into one pure eminence of sound, light and perfection. As with all esoterra's, time was drawing to a close and extinction appeared imminent. But Tirana was not to be exinguished at all. She was about to ascend to a higher existence, one that would live on infinitely.

For Triana, the supreme sacrifice was already taking place. She, the giver of life, had been summoned by a Higher Power to surrender the totality of Crestarian existence for the greater good of the Universe. On Earth we call these phenomenal events super nova's. However, what is about to happen here is different. Super nova's burn themselves out over time. Triana's future for Crestarian life is beyond that of a super nova. Nova-infinit would be a more appropriate name. For this nova will blaze through the heavens eternally.

To be the only journalist summoned to witness and record the events of this most profound and epic occurrence, is one of those most coveted commissions I can imagine. One that can ultimately win the highest accolades from my journalistic peers - Nobel Peace Prize journalism to be sure.

Standing before Her Majesty, I feel as if I am once again a cub journalist about to embark on my first significant interview. My voice trembles as I solicit my first of many questions regarding the history of Crestarian, it's people, customs, spiritual beliefs and of course the evolution of Triana.

"Fiona Mc Caffery, I have been expecting you", a melodic voice whispers in the inner workings of my mind. As if by some superior form of telepathy, I can hear what must be Her Majesty, yet not from without. The essence of her thougts permeate my entire being. I know it is She, and all that is about to happen has already begun to unfold within the depths of my consiousness.

Still frozen in place, I am speechless for probably the first time in my life. Again this angelic voice whispers, "We are Triana, the exalted One. Chosen from the beginning of Crestarian existence to nuture and absorb all that is Crestarial, We have agreed that you, Fiona Mc Caffery, are the perfect vessel for this exclusive interview. Please, come commune with Us, and let the mind meld commence."

Suddenly, all fear, confusion and anxiety disappears, and I am calm and resolute. Walking towards the center of the room, I feel myself being lifted to a virginal state of awareness. All my senses are heightened and my mind seems to already know the answers to all the questions I am about to ask. All need to practice journalistic protocol is eliminated as I address Triana.

"Triana, I am most honored to be your scribe for this phenomenal event. May I begin with my first question?", I inquire.

"Please commence", gently resonates within the caverns of my mind.

"What is the age of Crestarian?", I begin..

"Age is irrelevant in the celestial realm. In your sphere of existence, We would be 50 billion Earth years. Esoterrians, occur as if in a flash of light. As we continue with this interview, I am born, reborn and born again more times than you can count in your most profound mathmatical equation.", Triana states matter of factly.

Somewhat perplexed, I continue, "That being said, how can we continue to communicate?"

Triana begins to enlighten me, in a most fundamental manner, of what begins to sound like a microcosmic version of what we see as God and all His creation. No longer viewing Triana as a ruler of a planet-like esoterrian, I now sense a more Divine eminence before me.

Triana eloquently reminisces, "Cestarian commenced with a most equisite explosion of light, color and sound and within the center was born Triana. From within Triana came the first idea, the first breath, the first being. Triana gave all to that which is Crestarian and Crestarian returned it all back to Triana."

Triana continued, "Crestarian beings regarded Triana as the Supreme Being. All Crestarian life revolved around Us. It was believed that Triana existed outside the esoterrian realm. Like Earthlings, Crestarians debated and fought wars over Triana. They worshipped the idea of a Diety that would someday come and save them from themselves. What they did come to ultimately realize, however, was that Triana was them and they were Triana. Eons passed and one by one, they all found enlightenment. Each being born and reborn, the cycle continued until, one by one, they all came back to Triana. All wars ended, all fear, pain, and separation ceased to exist, and Triana was once again whole."

"And now, where do you go from here?", I finally implore.

Triana chose to answer my final question regarding what is next for Crestarian, through extra-telepathy. The entire essence of Crestarian existence as it had evolved from and to Triana was instantly imprinted into my psyche. I was one with Triana and Triana was Crestarian. All that had been and was to be the reality of Triana was preserved in my deepest memory like DNA is written in the very core of human existence. Within the caverns of my consciousness the brilliance of Triana was illuminating and transcending all that I ever considered to be Truth.

My body began to quiver uncontrollably, and I felt as though I was about to launch into the universe at the speed of light. The room became more ethereal as did the vision of Triana. It was as if she were about to burst into a billion tiny shimmering orbs of light. The joy of this sensation was indescribable. An orgasmic eminence of pleasure, sound and color more euphoric than my human senses could have ever considered. Without ceremony, and instantly accomplished, Triana ascended. Triana is Exalted love - Nova-infinit. I am changed forever and with each glance to the heavens, I will forever be enamored with and beholden to Triana.

From within my earthly domain, I awaken to a new appreciation for all that is Divine. There is so much more to life than this newly evolved soul can explain in the written word. I can no longer walk this journalistic path of destruction and decay of the human spirit. I can no longer focus on the injustice of humanity. I am destined to record the historical events of the most evolved and enlightened. Seeking and sharing Truth from every corner of the universe, is my quest. That which was, is no longer. That which is to come, yet remains to be revealed. Forever, I will remain ready and willing to catapult into another state of awareness to explore and commune with the highest order of Consciousness.

With peace and grace, I Fiona Mc Caffery am ready and waiting with pen in hand. Stay tuned.