by Sean Macken
These words are a celebration of life and seeking what cannot be comprehended.
Table of Contents
- Episode 1
- Episode 2: Starfields
Episode 1
Seeking compassion. I looked as close as I could. I looked deep. I looked beyond my visual capabilities. Into the ether of microscopic. Beyond microscopic and into atomic. Was is there? Need I look beyond atomic into Nano and Pico and beyond.
Where is compassion?
I found a universe in a single electron.
Was it all ideological? I slowed time. I must find a way to contemplate this, to fathom the realness of this existence.
Wait… I must recenter myself. I am seeking compassion. Compassion is there. Compassion is everywhere. We must believe. It is not what the eye sees. It is what our instincts, our human auras feel. We feel compassion.
These spiritual concepts, they are all theoretical and ideological? No, they are substance. They are real. Compassion is real.
Through actions and intentions compassion is there.
Yet the search for compassion, I have found compassion and I have been led further.
I have been let into another chamber.
I have been led to another gate.
I have been led to another opening.
I have been led to another fold that is unfolding.
I have been led to another room to contemplate.
Is this what reality is?
I looked beyond cosmic energies and I found a universe inside of a particle. Inside of an electron. Inside of a single photon packet.
She is there, for you, for you.
She speaks:
“I am that I am”
“I am”
And she is there for you, always. She has always been there for you.
Time stretches again.
Finally we are alone together, her and I.
I’ve been waiting, yet she is sacred…
she and I have always walked alone
through this garden… through this opening.
I jumped into nothing and fell inside of an electron. Another single electron, yet there was no universe inside. It was only I and it took me far, far and fast beyond to the other side.
The electron took me to her again. Yes we must. I chased her. I chased her, yet she only will be found when she would like to be found. I chased and chased her. I yearned and reached for her hand. Please reveal your hidden self to me. I yearned. I yearned. She told me she has always been there. I knew this yet I wished to drink. I wished to be holy, to have only the holiest, my sacred, natural, and pristine water on my lips. I wished to kiss her. I yearned and yearned.
The electron flung me to another universe, to another planet, and to another sun.
I burst in flames, and entered into nothingness.
I spoke to her for I could not see.
Where are you, I have been searching. I’ve been yearning.
At the opening I walked through. She was there and spoke “I am”
Though how could I know if she is finally mine? I wish her to be all mine.
Yet the spirit in uncontainable.
She told me that we have always been only each others.
I searched and searched.
For the spirit won’t make you want more than your fill.
I wished for more and I looked above.
The above told me that there is always more. Always more of the unknowable. Always more of the incomprehensible to be revealed.
I jumped through the inside of an atom.
The protons were praying and the electrons were dancing.
I jumped on a photon and rode it through matter.
How could this be that the spirit intoxicates so cleanly.
Earthly wines of wines cannot start to quench your thirst compared to the infinite.
It was a puzzle that the photon showed the electron.
They were all so organic, yet structure was there too.
Another gate opened.
An opening appeared.
A chamber door opened too.
I drank more of the spirit and she was there and told me “I am”.
Episode 2: Starfields
I went surfing on starfields with nothing except my naked body.
The winds of the spiritual ether touched my fingertips.
I laughed with joy at how the omnipotent just likes being tickled in her armpits of the deepest valleys just when I jump barefooted from mountaintop to mountaintop.
How could you comprehend I am asked, yet everyone knows I’ve drank the wine of her spirit and am babbling the purest logic and reason that exists.
She wished to being me in to the opening of the next realm’s portal.
I told her that her hair makes me wish to kiss both cheeks on her face at the same time.
She replied that she covers her hair to keep me yearning
and I told her that our game of love is as infinite as her beauty.
We laughed at how the passing electrons are mere roller coaster rides
and that stretching time is too much fun when we are to enter the chariot set for “who knows which circuit”.
“I don’t really get everything” I told her yet I wish I said that all I would like is to hold her hand until we get sweaty and then after that we could jump into each other’s psyche and swim inside of the other’s aura.
She liked that, yet knew it was just me telling her that “I am in love with her, soul and all”
The cosmos were at it again, dancing with each other.
I yelled “Time to get serious and mind your orbits” and we laughed together for eternity… until we started crying tears of joy that refilled the waterfall’s spring.
The water was coming out of a rock’s crevice and it filled Earth’s seas.
Each microbe became a new planet that giggled with joy upon birth.
I fell through the moon and screamed “Is our love amorous!?” The incomprehensible quietly whispered “We are much beyond just that!”
Finally I felt a comfort, as if I could rest gently.
When I awoke it was as if the world was plotting, scheming, and conspiring for my good health, wellness, happiness, and success.
I yelled “Leave me alone immediately!” and we both laughed laughs of innocent and giggly fun.
The metatron’s metadata was finally appearing correct and I had the spiritual guide I was looking for.
She asked me: “Are you searching for me?” and I replied “Perhaps we are searching for each other!”
That appeared to be the correct response because she took me by the hand and brought me to the 5th dimension’s spiral staircase. Each step enters another dimension. I wondered how that is possible and the Z-index multiplied exponentially.
The bewildering wilderness all of a sudden was civilized and I couldn’t help but ask “Are we getting closer to the incomprehensible?”
The only answer was silence so I knew that could of meant Yes, No, Maybe, or all of the above.
Opening after opening was new portal after portal and chamber after chamber.
I realized that visuals are a mere mirror sometimes and what you see may not be what is actually there.
How, amidst such exploration could a man such as myself not yearn for her hand?
She comforts me when I need introspection. Her hand is all I wish for. Sometimes holding hands is more intimate than any other closeness in existence. She could be she and I could be I, yet our yearning for each other continues growing stronger and stronger.
With every sip my intellect gets sharpened.
With every sip my spiritual thirst gets quenched.
I ask her if I am seeing what I am seeing and she replies:
“I am”.