Every night a scene reminiscent of my vision in 1987 (1) takes place outside my front window.
Every night, the sun sets right in front of me. I intently watch the great golden orb slowly sink into the ocean.
I take the sight and pretend that I’m back in the vision, seeing the bright golden Sun again that was the origin and destination of the individual soul’s journey.
But let me give some of the details of that experience, to contextualize what I’m looking at and what I do with it.
Driving to work on Feb. 13 of that year, I asked the universe, “If our early lives are a puzzle, which, when solved, become a picture, could it be that life itself is a puzzle and, if so, what’s the picture that life is?”
Everything went black and I forgot that I was behind the wheel of a car. I was bathed in bliss.
The first thing I noticed in the overall blackness, (2) was a brilliant golden Sun. Because of the bliss, which helps one to know, I knew that Sun to be God the Father. I didn’t need anyone to tell me and the vision was wordless anyways.
From out of that golden orb, a small and brilliant golden Star emerged and flew off into the blackness of space. I “instinctively” knew that golden Star to be the soul, Self, Christ, or Atman.
I couldn’t see where it went but effortlessly and instinctively projected myself to the area of space it ended up in. I saw a large diaphanous cloud, which I intuitively knew was God the Mother or the Holy Spirit.
I saw spirals in that cloud with small circles travelling through them and knew those spirals to be lifetimes in matter; the small circles were bright Stars that had lost their brilliance when in matter. I just knew these things, effortlessly.
The Star that I had recently seen being born suddenly flashed back to life and promptly left the spiral and raced back to the golden Sun, into which it plunged. Once I had a chance to look at all the elements, ponder their meaning, and arrive at a statement of it, (3) the vision vanished.
Now picture me sitting here looking at the golden Sun each night. The clouds out there are like the Holy Spirit.
Here I am in a spiral of lifetimes in matter, looking out and seeing the Father over there. Way over there. The seeing in the physical world of the same sight that I saw in my vision is about as compelling an experience as I can possibly imagine. And I get to gaze upon it every night.
Here I am, unrealized. And as long as I am, there’s no leaving these lifetimes in matter and rejoining the Father, the bright golden Sun. There’s no completing the journey that I saw in the vision. Was the vision just meant to be known and communicated? Or was it meant to be realized and completed?
Since we’re all needed for Ascension, I intend only to know it and communicate it. Completing the overall journey of a soul from God to God is probably many, many, many lifetimes away. And even if it wasn’t, there’s work to do.
Nevertheless … I’m over here, Father! Over here! Make Thy Face to shine upon me and grant me peace.
(1) For a description of the vision, see “Chapter 13. Epilogue,” at http://goldenageofgaia.com/spiritual-essays/16244-2/the-purpose-of-life-is-enlightenment/ch-13-epilogue/
(2) I failed to notice the blackness, which I now consider to have been symbol for the Godhead, a higher form of God than God the Father or Brahman.
(3) The statement was: “The purpose of life is enlightenment.” The minute I uttered it, the vision vanished.