Part one linked right there!
Sunrise is a fitting word because, at first, all I experienced was the purest expression of blinding light.
Blinding may not be the best description for what happened since my eyes were not involved in the whole situation, but that's the best way I can describe it.
I have never been on LSD, but I can imagine it would be similar to what this felt like. The following sections are my best attempts to communicate to you what it felt like - not even that, my best attempt to communicate to you of what I remember it felt like. Enduring it was so much... more, my brain didn't have the capacity to keep most of it once I left it, only a slight longing and remembrance of the more.
To say it did not engage any of my senses would be misleading. True, I did not feel the light in my eyes or the warmth that came from it in my skin. But that's not because it was below the sense. It would be more accurate to say the experience was above them. I felt the light directly, not through silly medium-like eyes. But I also heard it, and felt it, and smelt it, and tasted it. But once again, not through my ears, skin, nose, or tongue, it was directly into feeling.
Like all other feelings were shadows, and this was reality.
It was like I had only ever listened to middle C, and now I heard a C chord played in harmony on every octave. The reality was translated directly into experience, no middle man of my body.
But back to the light, it was, for lack of a better word, blinding. It was just pure light. I forgot who I was or what I was as the light shone through my reality and became me.
But then the tiny core of my being remembered what I came in here for and sorted itself out.
Once I found myself distinct from the light, the light also focused more. Like white light through a prism, it almost split into beams. I had to choose which beam to follow. I tentatively reached out for one at random. As soon as I touched it, it was like falling into a quickly moving stream. I was swept up.
Images impressed themselves upon me like I was the ink and the page, not the one viewing the picture. The images engaged all of my reality, but once again, not through the messy medium of my body.
I saw a small boy, probably 5 shoving a larger girl, around 10, and yelling.
I felt his frustration at her, the burning mix of hate, love, and longing that spread out through his chest. He just wanted her to think he was cool and hang out with him. She wanted him to go away.
The images shifted, and now I was a larger tween reading a book while leaning against a tree. The book was on the Alexandrian conquest. I felt the interest that was...
Before I could focus too long on that, I had swept away. I now felt more solid and finished. I was a young adult. I was standing on a college campus. Feeling so alone and exposed, but with that sharp excitement of a potential.
He was me. They had all been me. This was my timeline.
It was beginning to move me again, and I realized if I continued down this path, I'd end up at the radiance. A well of infinite light and energy. It was the source of all the lights and also the sea to which they all flowed. It was drawing me like a thirsty man to a well.
But I couldn't, I had another job. I pulled myself out of the current beam of light. My consciousness was being flipped over and spun about.
Images flashed. Fire.
My leg is hurting.
A women's face.
My dad cursing in dutch
The smell of wet dog.
Then I was out.
Well, that was an adventure
At least I don't have to vomit anymore.
In fact, I have no body. Nothing is calling to me. No hunger, no itch. But there were a million other things calling at me, realities pushing me this way and that, ideas piercing my mind, other buffeting me about.
I focused my mind on the question I had come in here with, letting my instinct for truth guide me, following paths of numbers and ideas. It reminded me of when I had gone canoeing in Tennessee with my church group as a kid. We had been practicing for weeks. At first, it was easy, rowing along and letting the river carry you, but soon we were in rapids. You had to quickly row to avoid rocks, dodge big rapids, speed up at some moments, slow down at others, make sure you didn't spin around and hit a rapid backward.
But these rapids were above and below me, to both sides, inside me, flowing all directions, and sometimes made me forget that I existed. So the metaphors are not perfect, but you get what I'm saying.
I can't define what time was doing with me while I was in Destinies Touch, but after slipping and sliding between rocks, pushing through realities I hadn't come here for, I found the correct stream of truth.
I followed it, passing through visons and paths of numbers. Through the things I can never describe no matter how hard I try, shapes with too many sides, pools with too many colors, I found it.
It was a pulsating mass of energy, so much knowledge, I tentatively touched it.
Knowledge flooded into me, I pulled out.
Oh my, that's a lot.
I have to go in, I realized
Please don't fry my brain.
And like jumping off my canoe into a churning point of water, I dove in.
I was marinated in math, knowledge, ideas, and reality.
It was too much to keep track of, I pushed it all away from me, but it crushed back, squeezing my consciousness.
I became a medium for the reality to flow, uncomfortably fast and powerful. I barely caught a glimpse of what was passing by. Like a drowning man, I caught onto a string that looked like what I had come for and pulled on it.
I found it! I was flowing towards the point of light... Or it was coming towards me... Or through me.
Numbers flashed in my mind, reality. Then images. Almost like a blueprint.
I saw Athena in all her glory standing before me, and her radiance drowned me.
I needed breath, but I could not find it.
I was lost in her, and soon so much of that light would be within we'd be one.
It was not pain.
Nor was it a pleasure.
It was a great return.
It was entropy at its finest.
I was falling down into nothing and everything.
Then, as quickly as the dawn had come, the light rushed away. Pulling out, only leaving a slight imprint.
I landed in my chair, reality spreading out and feeling my body, into my lungs and heart and tips of my fingers.
I took a gasping breath.
"How do you feel-?" Charlie began
"Did it work?" Josh interrupted a high pitch note sounding as he took the mike from charlie.
"It did," I replied, "But I'm going to need a whiteboard," I said.