(This is part of a story I’m working on. The Shaman is describing what he encountered on a journey.)
The Great Void is indescribable Consciousness, we are immersed in its enormity.
It is Laozi’s Tao, Moses’s God, Hinduism’s Brahman, Buddhism’s Beyond the Beyond.
All of its energetic potential is meticulously balanced to equal zero and before us, around us and through us, stretches the emptiness of the Great Void.
It is ultimate balance,
where the infinity of evil, equals the infinity of good,
and duality isn’t expressed.
Our simple mathematics can demonstrate that one plus negative one equals nothing.
In the Void, positive infinity plus negative infinity equal nothingness.
It lies beyond the vision of mankind’s eyes, beyond our reach of reason, beyond our futile attempts of mathematical computation.
Black Sea of Imagination / The Sea of Infinite Possibility
Within the Void lies the Black Sea Imagination.
The waters of this black Sea flow from the mountains of the Void.
These mountains stand nowhere in space, never to be found.
They’re exceedingly vast, hidden from view, a part of the everything
that is yet to exist.
Through their valleys of emptiness, rivers cascade, carrying life unformed.
Perpetually flowing eternally down, they pool into this bottomless sea.
This Sea holds the rise of all that can be and all that has ever been and whatever is spent returns to the sea and waits to be created again.
It holds the powers assigned to Gods, the living energy of unlimited possibilities.
With gleeful pleasure Deities dance and thrive in this Black Sea.
Deities remembered or forgotten, but alive for eternity, for out of its waters they rose.
They have come and have gone from mankind’s awareness with the evolution of mankind’s needs.
Their usefulness coveted or discarded as mankind deems it to be.
Retreating from awareness, they exist to be needed again.
Gods kneeling in the waters, ladling liquid matter in its most pliable state, then flinging the matter into the vast emptiness of time and space.
Galaxies forming as pieces fall into place, sailing across the black blank Void.
Galaxies drawn from its depths, creative omnipotence, gifts of Supreme Consciousness.
Stars flung to their hangers in space, their fire drawn from the black waters.
Planets too, drawn, balled, cast into place all by cosmic design.
Drawn out of this sea, the source of all things created and of everything that can ever be.
We, as were the Gods, were created from out of this sea by whomever or whatever Consciousness may be.
A speck of thought brought us to life for eternity.
Mankind gathers on the shore of the Black Sea of Imagination, lining its edge, most of them completely unaware of what laps at their feet.
Humans with their teaspoons, gods with dippers as big as galaxies. Mankind unaware of the potential that is theirs to enjoy.
Each individual encased in their fog
of what they imagine, oblivious to how they create an illusion so profound.
Most struggle or humor themselves
lost in their personal cloud, while at their feet the Black Sea waits for their awareness to grow.
We exist as if confined in a snow globe, our perceptions cast on the interior glass.
Our whole perceptual existence perceived as a world all our own.
The decorative interior, produced by the thoughts and beliefs we use to create our realities.
Our system of human duality solidifying the energy into an illusion of perceived separation.
Beyond our snow globe existence are realities of existing energies, unseen to us because they are not solidified into an understandable form, a reality where duality is remembered but not enacted.
Where good and evil fade into one, up and down no longer matter, for location does not exist.
Wealth has nothing to do with possessions.
Hierarchy of achievements are neutralized, a shared realization of oneness the only tone to be felt.
This nothingness when felt, is what we have labeled unconditional love. This feeling is not an earned gift, it’s not something received due to status, behaviors or actions.
It is the feeling of our immersion in the totality of the Consciousness, of Source, God, All There Is, The Creator of All.
This feeling of being unconditionality loved is always available and accessible the instant we remember that it is impossible to be separated.
We are all one with Source no matter what expression we are creating for our experience of reality.
Meditative Imagery 