CHAPTER FIVE/part 6– The source reaches out
Jess had been thinking in depth about the hypotheses that his old friend Tom Russell had posited. Time an illusion; yes he could buy that. What he was confused about was consciousness; what’s real, what’s not real. He felt strange and was also thinking about his conversation with Gabby his sister. Remembering his thoughts; thoughts with feelings, his feeling, who was he anyway.
“Don’ worry you’re an eternal being.” he heard the voice just as he had heard it before. Who was this in his life; in life…..life why have it…what’s it for…..
He felt a vibration a deep shivering tremble in the core of himself. The railway carriage faded and he could see a ball; a ball of light like a star being born, it reminded him of sun rise; the emotion of a new beginning, a day starting, a life emerging. He knew this sun; it wasn’t the earth’s but he knew it somehow.
He saw a panel a, prism, a three dimensional mirror in it; he could see a reflection then a reflection of a reflection; his thoughts changed rhythm:
Peak, trough under over
Score presence in vacuum speed mystic
Racked in travel no need to unravel
A trap not trapped it is
A shore not sure
We come and go and then we discover
There is no other learning that needs to be undertaken
Be ready to pass to show others an answer
They need not know
It is for your keeping
“Tickets please,” a tall confident man with red hair brightly exclaimed as he entered the carriage. Clickety-clack, Clickety-clack he was back; this time he didn’t feel so resilient. He was fading; he felt like he imagined dying might be like. He was still connected to something that felt like it was holding his hand, squeezing him, re-assuring him.
He showed the man his ticket.
Copyright Patrick Turner-Lee 2014