The dream activates as the ebb and flow of the approaching full moon tide breathes life into it, potentiating the experience to expand beyond the boundaries of my slumber.

A high pitched ringing in my ears amplifies as screeching banshees whirl about in glee shattering my veils of listening until all I hear… all I feel … all I see …. is pure vibration.

It is in this place of reverberation that I am flung by the cosmic hand of Other to spin at inhuman speed until my physical body warps and bends upon impact of the spin. A scent of Death, that has haunted my dream space for a few days, arrives with a demeanour that sparks a twinned question.

Who?

When?

My mind races to construct potentials ranging from reason to fear. Is it perhaps time for a sickly friend, an elderly teacher, my disabled mother, my husband … my child?!

I lay there feeling deeply into this deathly presence and as my breathing labours, tears spill over silent cheeks and I succumb to the answer of the questions.

I am dying. It is I. The time is Now.

As Death’s presence escalates, I feel all parts of my physical self move from a place of riotous confusion and denial to finally that of acceptance and then finally to the sweet waters of peace. In this in-between place of (dis) and (re) integration I discover the faint voice of Knowing.

Knowing remembers the separate existence of the physical reality as well as the unified field of oneness beyond its dimension.

Knowing remembers the pulsing existence of a few realities all delivering their experiences simultaneously.

Knowing remembers that health is in constant existence and illness is a manifestation of the magnanimous mind of man.

Knowing lives in the land of the Deep.

In this land of the Deep, I feel what it is to be the seed of potential of the yet to be formed tree.

Knowing everything. Remembering nothing.

As moonlight wavers and dawn gracefully wafts upon my face, I wake to the gentle unfurling of this teaching into the presence of a new day.

I am grateful.