Awake

AWAKE



Written by Mr Nizin Lopez on May of 2013.



My name does not matter. Some say that names are essences yet they are only means to identify an animated hologram in time & space.

I have had many names throughout my incarnations. I have inhabited many ephemeral temples and I have learned many things. Who are we really? ..& where are we going if anywhere?

The wind blows softly on my face as I stare out of the bathroom window, my gaze gets lost in a horizon that cuts through dimensions. At that particular moment I slightly smile, I do so because I know I got it right. I almost feel like I am caressing reality with the cold touch of a rusted embrace.

I must admit that it feels good to look down from the apex of the pyramidal nucleus of information. This means one thing: Thou art awake. There seems to be a high price for quenching the insatiable thirst for knowledge, a thirst of the self more than anything. What is it?

An attractive woman appears in the scene. I see her figure, I feel her aura, I kiss her. She is perfect through her imperfections, therefore exquisite. She offers that very addictive nectar that cannot be described, she is ecstasy. At the same time she is the tax collector of the invisible world. Illumination has a price, “buy & sell” still applies.

As you understand the situation you do what you must: you savor the Truth. The Truth leaves a metallic taste in your mouth, it is a bitter taste indeed. It makes you wonder !! This is exactly why names don’t matter. You got a name? Ha!

I prefer to be called “Nothingness” & to feel the ineffable “Veritas” shine through me.

I see what appears to be rays of a black light, I see colors that don’t exist, I see an inter-dimensional phenomena pulsating around me. This cannot be verbalized much less understood. I realize that “understanding” is just another deception of the self. They would not believe anyway….it is darker than black yet brighter than the sun. I have definitely come into being.

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