So how we're gonna begin is you're gonna sit comfortably,
However that means to you.
Could be legs crossed,
Could be sitting in a chair,
Whatever it is,
Sit somewhere comfortably that you feel relaxed and comfortable.
And you're gonna close your eyes and you're gonna take three deep breaths.
Deep breath in,
Count to four.
Deep breath out,
Count to four.
And each time you exhale,
You're gonna try and relax your body a little bit further.
So you're gonna inhale.
Pause.
Exhale,
Pause.
So as you're doing this and you're relaxing,
It's in those pauses between breaths where we're gonna go.
That is where your creativity meets your imagination,
Meets your subconscious.
So let's see what awaits you in the spaces between breaths.
The universe abides.
It waits.
It has no patience,
For it does not need any.
It simply is what gods and men imagine it to be.
But there are times when that imagination grows.
These are times of both beauty and chaos,
And are so full of wonder that it makes the whole journey worth it,
Even if the end of that journey is difficult to see.
The great powerful being stood alone on a rocky moon at the end of time.
The universe was so quiet here.
The sky was pure darkness as the universe had expanded to the point that no stars were visible to each other any longer.
Was a good place to think.
His encounter with the other being still took his breath away.
He wanted nothing more than to seek out the other being.
Her grace and beauty were beyond words.
He had never known peace except in those eyes and the fact that he could be wrong about his own nature troubled him.
In a moment of frustration,
He cast the memory aside and renewed his commitment to action.
The adversary was nowhere to be found and this scared him more than he cared to admit.
Somewhere,
Buried deep just beyond his reach,
There was a truth that eluded him and finally that frustration collided with his sense of loss.
And in a fit of rage,
He cried out.
Where are you?
This cry shook the heavens and the moon he stood on trembled and shook and spun out of its orbit as it sailed into the deep parts of space.
There was quiet only for a moment,
And then the time and space began to bend.
The sky changed.
Exploding stars reformed and the universe shrunk as time was bent backward.
The great powerful being smiled in anticipation.
The adversary had come at last.
The untameable will be encrypted for a time.
She should have been content.
The amount of passion and rage and purpose she had absorbed far exceeded anything she'd ever encountered.
And by all accounts,
She should be satisfied.
But she wasn't.
She longed for more.
It was as if a part of her she never knew existed had been opened and was now filled with a void that cannot be filled,
Saved by one.
Still,
Freedom was her nature.
She was unbounded and untamed.
That simple fact defined her very existence.
Yet to feel such purpose was intoxicating.
She yearned for it in a way that defied explanation.
It had never occurred to her that she was missing something.
And if she truly had found a missing piece,
Why had she allowed herself to drift away?
Her previous existence called to her,
And now that she was here,
It seemed dull.
The untameable being existed in the present moment and therefore emotion was laid bare before her,
Leading her to the inevitable conclusion that there was no choice but to return and seek out the other,
Regardless of what it meant.
The great powerful being stood upon a desert red planet,
A fitting battleground.
The adversary silhouetted atop the cliffs.
Although it was too far to see,
They locked eyes.
He tensed.
This scene had played out uncountable times before,
And as every time before,
He was sure this would be the final encounter.
But then a gust of wind blew just so,
And for the first time the Great Powerful Being noticed how the dust swirled,
Creating patterns in the air as it was dispersed by a cool breeze.
In that moment,
He realized just how fleeting the universe really was.
For all his power and history of creation and destruction,
He realized he'd never truly stopped to appreciate any of his creations.
What then was the point.
What did it all matter?
Meanwhile on the cliff,
The adversary began to glow with power.
The untameable being stretched out her senses.
And now that she knew he existed,
It did not take her long to find the Great Powerful Being.
She went to him.
Gleefully excited and found herself in a red desert but stopped short.
She sends to duality.
The great powerful being was there,
Yet also atop the cliff.
She sensed hate and rage and power and it was beautiful but she also sensed curiosity and passion and that too was beautiful.
In that instant,
She saw what the Great Powerful Being could not.
She saw the war he raged against himself and yet she saw hope.
There was a glimmer in the darkness,
And she reached for it.
The Great Powerful being watched the dust settle and for the first time he felt a warm glow inside of him.
He felt the need to create for the sake of creating rather than for the sake of accomplishing.
The power around him changed from the hot red of battle to a cool green.
The adversary was forgotten.
Inconsequential.
He stood in silent bliss as he commanded the world to grow.
All around him,
Green plants burst forth from the desert soil.
Great trees burst forth and spread their branches.
Water rained down from the heavens and life took hold.
So beautiful.
A single tear drifted down his cheek as he saw the true power of creation in the present moment.
As he did so,
He saw her.
She stood standing beneath the shadow of the jungle he had built and he felt her presence.
He realized she had been there guiding his hand and together they had created this place,
This Eden.
That perfect moment would change his world,
As love firmly took hold of his entire being.
But it was not to last,
As the adversary,
Enraged by this unusual behavior,
Saw it as trickery,
And unleashed all of his might with the power to end all.
The untamable being saw her beloved shift.
She saw his eyes change and love took hold as surely within her as within him.
And that moment was the most perfect moment the universe had ever known.
Then she saw the fire and carnage that was coming as the Adversary unleashed hellfire.
She saw her beloved uncaring and willing to give it all up.
Her choice was not really a choice.
For the first time in her existence,
The intensity of purpose filled her and she understood the truth of love.
Was never about what she was willing to give.
It was about what she was willing to give up.
She willed her carefree and flowing essence into a shield and wrapped the great powerful being in an embrace as the power unleashed burnt the world around them.
Amidst the hellfire,
Their eyes locked as they danced one final time.
Such power,
Backed by a will such as the adversary,
Slowly but surely wore her down,
And holes in her spirit began to appear.
It started as light shining through and grew until great cracks shone through her essence.
But never for a moment did she break from the dance or lose his gaze.
Even when he cried out,
Her last feeling was gratitude for one last dance.
The great powerful being saw his beloved torn apart before his very eyes.
Her essence,
Once whole and part of a divine intelligence,
Was scattered into the universe like dust.
And like dust,
It was quietly blown away.
When it was over,
He stood in a crater of death.
The entire world had burned.
The adversary,
Exhausted from such an effort,
Kneeled in the distance,
Trying to recover.
He thought he had won.
The Great Powerful being screamed and reality itself bent around him.
Rage,
As he'd never known,
Consumed him and each step ripped the world to pieces as he flew at the adversary.
Over and over they tumbled into violence like the universe had never known shattered galaxies and tore holes in time and space.
At last,
The adversary lay unmoving at the world at the end of time.
The great powerful being stood over him,
Chest heaving and screamed.
It was then that the adversary's head turned and his face was finally revealed.
All his rage vanished in an instant as the great powerful being saw the truth.
For the first time,
He truly saw.
The adversary was himself.
He had been fighting himself.
He and he alone was responsible for the death of his love.
His own arrogance and ego had blinded him and she,
She saw right through it.
She had sacrificed herself.
Was then that the great powerful being was humbled and he knew the truth of love that had been hunting him.
The truth of love was sacrifice.
Love is what made the impossible possible,
And love came from sacrifice.
It came from letting go of who you were before.
And giving up your arrogance and sense of self-importance.
He had done that too late.
Gradually time rolled backwards and stars reappeared in the sky.
He knew not how long he stood there,
But it wasn't until he snapped his head around in surprise as he smelled the faintest scent of roses.
She was out there somewhere,
And he sensed her sacrifice had given birth to new life.
There were new powers in the universe now.
13 to be exact.
The universe had changed and the truth had been given to him.
And if he closed his eyes,
He could smell the faint scent of roses.
He would never be blind again.
And his eyes burned fire for a moment before leaving empty sockets as a reminder and as a penance,
A blind man was born.
He would find her again.
The question was,
What would he be willing to sacrifice to do it?
The answer was everything.
