Soul View

Soul View

There are moments in meditation where the universe becomes one. There are times in life where all of existence is questioned. And there are times in one’s own thoughts where everything blurs together.
He was meditating on existence. He wanted to understand the basis of the world. He wanted to understand free will and divine plan.
Clear the mind…
Focus on creation…
Let the image come clear…
A flip book. That was it, the only image was a flip book. This time it was of the big bang and all of creation, but it was on yellow post it notes.
Over and over he could not see what he desired, he could only see the flip book. Two dimensions. The image flipped through the pages to show the creation of planets and stars things that were mere dots to him on Earth. He watched as the perspective pulled back from the stars and planets to reduce down to the dots he was accustomed to.
He opened his eyes still thinking of the flip book. He considered the world around him. He took a step on the dirt path and imagined the pages flipping to show his motion. He closed his eyes and watched as the flip book now showed his foot taking a step on the path. He paused and inside his mind flipped the book backwards and watched him take back that step. As the imaginary foot reversed he felt his terrestrial foot reverse as well.
He opened his eyes to watch his world in reverse. As he returned to the spot where was originally meditating. Closing his eyes again he stopped the flipping of the pages. He stopped on a post it that showed him sitting crossed legged on the path.
He opened his eyes to the wonderment of the universe. There were a million dots scattered in the space around his existence. A pink cluster of points where he sat and a blue clump where his shoes should have been.
He closed his eyes to flip a single page and he felt motion in the real world almost as if the world was beginning to turn. He began to flip faster and opened his eyes at the same time to see the points begin to blur. The points created clouds almost as if he were watching a supernova take place. As the pages flipped faster the real world began to take shape. The dots and smears of the abstract world began to zip past his consciousness and create lines, then shapes, then the smears between the clouds disappeared and he could see the motion of his world again.
From there he lost it. Both the ability to see creation and his grasp on life. He had seen his world through the soul of God and couldn’t go back again.