Unconscious Escapades

Who among us does not find themselves losing the light, which surrounds them only to be one with the darkness that defeats the world as it spins them through the emptiness of the vast unknown? We deny the vastness of this great darkness by concentrating on any light that we can immerse ourselves. While lying in bed, I began to wonder about that realm, which defies the light. I continued to wonder how the power of this darkness could turn our bodies off slipping us into deep sleep. We call our life and visions in this darkness as our dreams. In these dreams, we own castles, enjoy the love of those we consider as angels, climb the highest mountains, sing the greatest hits, and lead the finest Empires. Nonetheless, we rejoice when the light of a new day takes these riches and glories from us, returning us to a world of hate, hunger, pain, and misery. The mystery of the dream world we live in subsequently, much of our existence vanishes from our reality instantly. It is as if a new memory disk is loaded as the previous one stored until the arrival of the next darkness. I realized that in my dreams, I do not eat nor sleep. I wonder if the point of sleeping in my dreams is the point where I live in the world of the light. Is my consciousness in the light as true as my consciousness in the dark? Do I walk in the dark as I walk during the day? Why can I remember a few parts of my night world? One such memory has me traveling above the Earth, without fear and filled with excitement and peace. I remember how beautiful it was, being a part of the firmament. I recalled how this experience is as much mystery as how I lived it. I remember friends talking about a dream documentary that discussed the common dream where people float through the sky. The warning they issued was that if we fall to the ground in this dream, we would die. They suggest this dream is correlated with our heart and the point we hit the ground is when it stops. My primary objection to this is how they can prove this, in that they would have to verify a person was in such a dream and died because of crashing to the ground. This is the comprehensive separation between the dark world and the light world. They do not communicate with each other unless in coded symbols and mind-altering experiences, which in themselves produce an integrity issue of being genuine or being a creation of our mind. Even the Earth that I have walked on all my days is always surrendering to the dark half of its surface. One-half suffers through the light, while the other half enjoys the universe in their sleep. Those who talk about existence in the dark are cast from those who live within the light. Each day our lives are filled with the conflicts of light verses the dark. In the days of our youth, we believe the light will always be with us. This light will give us all power and ability to achieve our goals. It is solely through the process of thousands of days and nights; we wake up in the final years of our life to discover the dark is our future, a place that holds eternity for us. We gain our hope in the testimonies of those who have faced death and claim they entered into a great light. I hold on to this hope, for I would never wish to spend eternity ‘in the dark.’ Notwithstanding, I must accept the fact that every light always ends ‘in the dark.’ We have labeled the realm we do not understand as evil, without God, belonging to the devil. They assert God cannot be ‘in the dark.’ Is this to say that God is not in space, in the depth of our oceans or in our nights? Can the light of God be confined to the light of stars, which takes thousands of years to reach our Earth? I want to think that God can give us a door of light when we enter eternity is not simply the arrows of light through the universe, but also the darkness it streams through the center. The realization of how fast the speed of light is spurting through the universe suggests it has a working relationship to the dark it passes. As I search through the darkness, I find nothing. I ponder what I find when I search through light. Light, is empty to our eyes, yet logic dictates that something is in it. The items we touch in the light are in the dark as well. Try walking through your house at night and see how long before you bump into a piece of furniture, or even better leave a pair of your shoes on your steps and test if they are still there when you go downstairs at night for a cup of warm milk. I have tried this twice and discovered the wisdom in leaving items off my steps. We physically move our body in the light, yet our mind travels in the dark. The light gives us a world of color, whereas the dark world provides us a black-and-white world. The irony is how this world without color provides our greatest experiences. The overwhelming majority must prefer to live in the dark world where they have no hunger and never grow tired.