Subtle Dimensions
I was born hearing the invisible world, sharing their wisdom and gradually becoming aware of the darker side of unseen forces. Some are fragments of consciousness created by the folly of mankind, and some are entities seeking that which feeds them... and all of them are ‘teachers’.
I was born aware of the unseen Ancestors and unseen guides, and the people of far worlds living on the continents of stars...
My childhood was spent listening to those stars, and the voices of the night who howl and cry and do not sleep. Their crying is so loud I would imagine no one on this earth would ever sleep if they heard them.
I watched my parents arguing, as though this thought and that could tear a hole in the soul, it seemed so... impotent.
There was one night their voices argued so loud I had to go to the stars and find out if anything outside could throw light on what lies inside. Midnight is a strange hour for a small child watching the stars through the branches of ancient trees, but it felt more like home, more real, sustaining and bright.
The invisible guides were there, like beings of light who do not like to show their light. They seemed to agree among themselves that if I did not change, then I would live the life of my parents. How could they say this to a small innocent child? What was there to change? Right at the beginning of ones life?
It was true! Many of the things we do not want to see or hear are true. Not speculative nor cause for a clever argument; but simply and devastatingly true. What force works inside the living dead to show them the navigators stillness of heart? The force of truth, which some Angels debate, could be the subtle voice of the Soul impressing its light on the entity it nurtures.
To the beings of light, who prefer to keep their light hidden, there was no level of development, no age, no capacity to measure or argument of worth. There was only this devastating truth and the way they listen to it regardless of who is near enough to hear their subtle whispers in the night.
It was true! That is the moment no individual or child can turn away to live their own individual little life. It was an arduous journey over the years, never turning away from the truth, not for one moment. Not that this kind of climb makes one popular with the other wanderers on the earth. They look up and argue about whether one has the right to make such a journey, as if the journey is the key.
It was late at night, and the stars were bright. The invisible ones preferred to hide their light and so the stars seemed brighter. Where the mountain rose into the sky, the stars preferred to move out of sight. Closer to the rock face one could not see much of the night sky and the invisible ones did not seem to be climbing that night. Only the Eagle above knew the subtle dimensions of ascending this mysterious giant, and truth is its own protection.