There’s this pull, inward, upward, and outward. Suspended between All Things, I look through the ceiling at the deep, dark night sky. As I soar through the heavens, a bright light emanates from my lower visual field. It has the brightness of a sun and it forms a halo around my vision. I look down and can still see my body. Blue light flows out of the fingers and the heart opens, white light pouring out until it is all I can see.
I let go of what I think happened in my life and embrace What Is In My Life Now. Leaving behind the armor, now just a shell, I step lightly toward Knowing Myself and My Reality. The reflection in the Mirror has gone, because I am Formless.
The Daedalus 