Chapter 1 

There was a place I called Artaz where we passed through each other effortlessly and gained the full knowledge and experience of those we passed through without losing an iota of our own integrity. I was received with giggles of a sort, or what I thought were giggles and then a kind of patronizing ok. It’s hard to describe because there was no talking. In fact, speech was useless since everyone knew everything that had ever happened and was happening. That experience helped me, enlarged me and made me more useful even as a member of the universe, this one at any rate. If I could go back to before, when I was a guy on Earth I would tell myself, “Don’t get hypnotized by the universe! Make it your ally or it will be your enemy!”

Of course, given my sense of things back in those days had someone say that, even a future me, I wouldn’t have known what to do with it. I wouldn’t have known what it meant. The universe was, after all, just something I was in, like I was in a house or building. I was inside the cloud cover, I was inside a dream. “So?” I would have said. I saw the pictures of my house and building, the cloud covering and remembered my dream, they were meaningful for a bit and then faded off into whatever reality I was in at the time. There were differences. I was in many houses, buildings and dreams but only one universe. And certainly it was more than an ally or enemy it was the objective force that created and destroyed on a huge scale. I could see the grappling that had taken place. The imposing personifications, the projections of what we intimate but cannot be, the disillusionment of that or, at least a recognition that it was all a human response, so a new opening with the mathematical models of the scientists. It had worked as well as long as there was belief and seeing was believing. What we could never deal with was the sense that our views were an unfolding, one leading to the next. We were trapped in one but the truth of the matter was that all people, at all-time were trapped in their one. One thing I could say with certainly, there was a bit of truth in each unfolding vision.

David Eide
January 24, 2014