Vikid had been scarred by distraction. Even sleep provided little consolation. The mind had been in turmoil, thoughts like stones thrown into a crusher. A pulverized existence, which was neither happy nor sad, fine sand, baked under a white hot sun, suspended in a dessert storm.
With no bearing, he found it hard to work or connect with others. He poured himself into books, stories in stars far away, searching for some answers. Alas, the solution was not in some neutron star or alien goo. Though many hints were passed along the way.
He still hung on the words of Neuromancer, of a little boy with vast artificial intelligence.
“I am the Matrix”
A construct.
He then sat down on his favorite chair and simple shut his mind. Not meditation. No technique, no desire to influence, no agenda to follow. He noticed his breathing but did not try to control it, barely paid any attention to it.
Within no time at all, perhaps 5 mins top, everything cleared and he hit a spot. A place without a location. Inside a purple gold hue, pure Expanse.
The expanse was a friendly cool, it had no direction. No features of its own, but out of it bubbled beautiful forms built out of memories and potential.
It was not sleep, clarity was its holy mantra. The mind opened, there were thoughts but the thoughts were no longer threatening or distracting. They were thoughts of astonishment. The storm and become a dance.
Vikid had returned to where it all began. The timeless place that always existed where Universes are created.
We are all in the expanse. Unity lies here but you have to give yourself permission to remember.
Perhaps this is what mystics called the Holy Spirit, or possibly Nirvana.
And that’s,