Face of God

I am lost within its rolling depths. Consumed and blanketed by the purest divine mystical light.

A force exists in this reality and the next.

The alpha and the omega.

It is all things and no things.

Matter, antimatter, photons, and undiscovered forces converge with wild electric magics.

My whole being is fully ensorcelled and pulled by this ancient tide.

And then, I am gone.

Then, I see myself face down.

Above my body. The rolling wave carries me high with it.

My soul form is floating moving coruscating with starlight.

I am pulled through a tunnel. A wormhole in subspace.

It collapses. Halted in stasis of the universe.

Above our earth, I’m staring at twinkling stars that blanket the night sky.

The sensation of being outside the mortal body is not entirely unfamiliar. It is distinct and rather queer.

This untethered existence is complete freedom. My being is formless in the song of time.

There is a presence forming here as well.

A vibration. It is all around me in every place, in every being, and in every timeline.

It is our universe. The true power of The All.

The experience is nothing less than breathtaking.

There is a schematic unity binding every single atom, every electron, every proton, and every granular part of the universe together, and I feel every minute bit of it.

All of my senses merge into one awareness. Now I see clearly with the mind gift.

How can you taste the most vibrant of colors?

Can you smell the aroma of a song?

Can your mortal flesh feel peace, harmony, or joy?

In this vast glittering darkness above, the spectacular cerulean Earth rotates in space.

Something else is there with me. A being of untold and vast miracles.

The Face of God
“Hello,” the voice says. But it’s not exactly hello. It’s some profound form. This being speaks through the mind. Her face is like starlight reflecting on shadow.

I nearly cry out in rapture from the absolute beauty.

“I know what you seek, my child,” the being says. “You are the seeker, you must know, and I shall share to you, in a way that you can understand in your current form.”

“Is there life after death?” I ask, and the universe nearly laughs with jubilant jovial joy.

“Of course there is,” she smiles. “Death is only the beginning.”

In a moment, a place is shown. Another plan, another time, another dimension.

There are souls there working, planning, and learning on a crystalline plane like busy librarians.

Forms of light guiding, learning, showing.

Like robed scholars, they move about.

Some are preparing for their next journey.

She shows me these other planes where souls journey. I see in the distance an immense gathering of souls almost on a massive city planet. Joyful, enlightened beings.

Many existences and reveled in the infinite destinies presented for mankind and more.

There is another place as well. A lesser place. Sheol of darkness and low vibration.

“Why are people suffering? Why is there so much pain in the world?” I continue my inquiry.

“What is life about?” I query with focused curiosity.

“So many things. It is about learning, mostly.”

The voice comes with a motherly serenity filled with compassion, patience, and kindness.

“Why am I here?” I ask.

“Your charge is to remove fear. You are here to understand the mysteries of the universe and spread the message of hope, joy, peace, and light through art, inspiration, guidance, and love.”

In this gift of revelation, the universe shares my purpose in working through destiny. I am a guide, a seeker, a teacher, stepping through many planes of life, stepping through this world and the next. The imagery flashes quickly but remains in my mind.

“Humans are so controlled by fear. Fear of death, fear of living. Help them remove that fear, Robert. That is the secret.”

“Everything is connected,” the voice said. She shows me this with incredible otherworldly revelations of patterns and ripples like waves on a pond.

Small actions and small connections that happen behind the scenes shape the fates and destinies of so many. Biomes, communities, other worlds, other places, kingdoms of heaven. All these visions flash within and before my mind.

I see deeply within the realm of dreams and enchantment. Marveled and humbled by the way our thoughts flow and connect to The All.

“What is consciousness?” I ask.

“It is your imagination, your thoughts, your journey, your being, all of this, connected into one interwoven experience.”

In her own way, the universe shows how human thought is part of the genesis of our reality. Our thoughts shape our dimension like an ebbing tide pouring through and around it.

This transference continues. The knowledge working into the very cells of my existence.

I learn of a force called The ALL which is a force within every living thing and is somehow bound to, of, and with every particle of this universe.

“Everything you have ever thought, everything you have imagined, is real,” the universe says. In her revelations, I feel her connection to everything, her connection to The All. And I feel her smile upon my soul as my spirit snaps like a cord back down to earth.

Back to my earthly body.

The tide is waning. The magic is slowing.

That’s when I hear my own voice reverberate with a power that carries it through all time.

Transcendence is fresh like dewdrops on my lips.

I stand over the couch and look around the room.

A great sense of peace and all-knowing flowed through me. I’m soaked in the arcane. That feeling of existing in multiple points of space and time still thrums within my body.

All of this knowledge, this spell, this power I feel throughout. There was no cognition to it, no debate, the knowledge revealed just was. The indelible profoundness of inexorable truths.

How can you speak against something that every beat of your being knows now as truth?

There is a golden light now. It’s circling my head. Radiating power

throughout the room. What is this? It’s shimmering.

Gossamer wings appear. They are in this dimension and the next.

The Angelus. The Hands of Magic.

In a moment, I knew my life would be forever changed.

As the evening waned on, we shared stories of pain, darkness, light, and uncertainty, and it was as if the divine spell of psilocybin lifted away so much evil, pain, and trauma. These stories came to life, hope and happiness surrounded us like a warm blanket.

When the others excused themselves, I decided to rest with this experience.

All the verdant plants in my bedroom. They all seemed to glisten, to move, to teem with life. They, too, know of The All. The Face of God.

The Story Behind The Story.

I glanced at the large dressing mirror and my eyes traced four shrouded figures in the glass.

They were there too, earlier in the evening, in paintings, reflections and

similar surfaces around the house.

“Who are you?” Each breath is still filled with the waning glow of psilocybin.

The Mind Gift.

“We are your ancestors, watching over you, here with you always.”

I couldn’t help but feel so deeply touched, awoken by this transcendent event. I knew that there was more to the universe, to the mysteries, and to life. I knew that everything would be all right. Never again would I fear death. And never stop dreaming.

After this experience, I wrote everything down, saved the playlist, and created the below images that were transfixed forever within my mind.

What wisdom remains?
Life is about transitions. Everything is in a state of change. Always.

 It is ALL connected. Everything is connected.

Each of us has different purposes here, mostly to learn, some to guide, others to experience the human condition.

Transcendence is so important. To grow and improve from what was to what is.

 Choose happiness. It’s your right to design it, create it, and choose it.

Dream big, never stop dreaming. Your dreams heal you and guide you.

Everything you have ever imagined is real, somewhere, someplace.

Never fear death. After seeing the other side, there is nothing there to fear.