Union

Within me, I saw an ocean of fluid, alive consciousness, flowing in play, shaping at will, and underlying the essence of everything I felt within me and around me. Shimmering light blue and pink, yet the fluid had a tinge of green. A single consciousness continuously merging and splitting, like water currents within an ocean. And "outside" of it, on the "other side" of the membrane, I did not see but feel, an infinite of void - blackness, nothingness, unlimited potential to be. It had nothing, it was nothing.

The membrane created by the clash of these two opposing infinities created shapes and textures, colors and lights irradiated by the ocean and tinted by the frontier itself. My body was part of this. The grass around me was part of this. The world of matter I had come to know was the play between these two behemoths - an alive ocean experimenting with different shapes, games, and interactions, exploring the vast potential offered by the void. At times these shapes would cluster and organize into self-sustaining systems, like exquisite Rube Goldberg machines powered by consciousness instead of momentum, and the clumps of energy within these systems we knew as life.

The book I read today poses a likely analogue to this vision. It states Reality splits into Spirit and Matter, which when joined become Consciousness. This divine Consciousness is the divinity that sources humanity, which itself splits off into objects and the I, which when joined give form to the human consciousness.

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