Invitation to Immortals from the Heart of All (Part 1)

A soul was born empty and as such, was alone on its long journey into creation.   This soul was blind, and perceiving itself as without a body floated aimlessly into the solitude of the deep.   And so it was, hoping to find hope and a meaning for an existence without embodiment.  The darkness was forever, and its vastness great; and in all the space of time and movement for which this soul found itself floating, there was nothing and no one that could look upon this soul and describe to it what its appearance was.

In solitude it motioned through the black universe waiting to feel the sensation of touch which would confirm its existence to itself in the absence of another.   The thoughts of this solitary new born as it moved into existence were as follows:

I am moving through the darkness.   I can feel myself, but, where am I?  I feel the black vast void and try to reach out to touch something.   I can’t find my sense of touch, where am I?  What am I?  I have to ask myself……….  How did this happen?   Where did I originate? What is this place?  Why do I feel that I must see something that will teach me who I am, what I am, and where I am.   The only thing I can feel is my essence moving through this blackness. This must be what I am.  Am I only an essence of the darkness?  How do I know that this which I move through is darkness?  Where did this knowledge come from, to name a thing that as yet has not been seen?  Is this what I am…….the blackness, the darkness?   How can I have knowledge of what it is to see, to have site? How can I see through something while having no physical form, am I only an essence?   I do not feel a density to my being…..there is nothing solid about me and yet I have feelings of being connected to something.  I know that I am something moving through the darkness, but what am I longing for?  Why do I feel there is more?   This darkness is so empty.  

It is lonely in the darkness because I see nothing; I only feel that I am something moving through this dark space.    Is this just a black hole somewhere in infinity?   It now seems that I am an embodiment of darkness.   Can darkness think and feel as I do?  How do I know what it is to feel if I have no density, no physical body?  Am I just a thought and feeling?   If only I could see what I am.   If I could see my embodiment then maybe I could see more than this ethereal darkness.   Is there a shape beyond the darkness?   I hear only the sound of myself moving through the vast darkness of space and I feel alone.   This causes me to think again, am I only this vast darkness?   This cannot be for darkness is a void, nothingness, and nothingness has no particular thought or feeling I tell myself.    Who can I discuss these thoughts with?   How can I express who I am when there is only nothingness?   I tell myself, “Truly I am alone in this vast dark space.”   How long will I experience this dark nothingness?  Is this the eternity of my life span?   I cannot bare it.

I continued moving through the darkness and thought to myself; maybe I need to look for a direction in which to move so that I can reach something besides myself in this dark silent nothingness.  I have been moving in a straight path through this nothingness for how long I do not know.   In this darkness I have no sense of which direction I am moving.   Maybe If I can go faster I will then feel my essence brushing past the darkness to a degree that will give me a sense of which direction I am moving.   Let me try…….   I closed the vision of sight that I will call an orbital vision, (these eyes), and let my mind move me faster and faster through the touch of darkness.   I thought to myself, I dare not open my eyes for I may become disillusioned with the continual dark nothingness for which I feel myself moving.    I do feel something now.   I feel a touch of passage; something is giving me a sense of embodiment as I swiftly move through the darkness that is a void.  I feel as though I have a shape, a form, something is parting the path of darkness and I sense as though I am as a swift force parting a path through the darkness.    This is something.   This sensation I will call a feeling because I feel myself moving due to the air brushing past me as I move faster and faster through the void.   Then it occurs to my thought that I must be something, I must have an embodiment if I can feel the darkness brush past me.    This thought gives me a new hope a renewed energy causing me to move faster and faster with heightened anticipation of what this nothing may become.  Then it dawned on me, I had awakened something within me as I rapturously continued speeding through the black void of soundless darkness